There's a world out there,
not all to kind,
there's a world out there,
that doesn't have you in mind.

You're out of sight,
therefore out of mind,
the world spins faster,
leaving you behind.

So what are you going to do,
while they run the race,
will you sit and cry,
live in shame and disgrace?

Or will you fight
to survive with your brothers and sisters,
to fight your fears and overcome the challenges,
ignore the pain, the tears, the blood and blisters.

There's a world out there,
a world full of people, that needs your help,
that only you could provide,
are you ready to face the music,
or are you to scared,
and want to run and hide?

NEVER!

Back down, give up, turn around
give up, lied down, and die, without a sound.
There's a world out there,
full of doubt, fear and misery,
don't add to the list of victims,
or worse yet,
to the ones that participate in the cycle
in the cycle a painful eternity.

You
Can
Make
A
Difference.

If only you tried.

It starts the second, you wake up in the morning
with a brand new attitude,
a brand new face.
Everyone will know you in the light,
but not what you work in the dark,
you can help put down a conflict
before it turns into a fight,
or you can do something simple,
like walk and talk with a crying friend,
somewhere nice, like the park.

You can do little things,
that in turn yields big results,
you start with a hello,
a simple word as that,
and it turns into a smile,
then before you know it,
you've gained a friend.
Wouldn't it be better for you,
if you could smile and know the end?

There's a world out there,
that needs your love,
compassion and mercy,
that needs your strength, whatever you have,
even for a pittance, of,
today's sad account of currency.

There's A World Out There
just waiting to meet you,
the question is,
what will you do?

There's a voice I heard
echoing in the wind,
the voice I heard,
that repeats and rescind.

There's a voice that calls,
calls to me, my love,
the voice that calls to me and says, "Come back, fight your way to me!"

There's a voice out there,
that rings sweet and true,
a voice out there, that tells me what to do.

The voice can sing,
a melodious tune,
it rings through the nippy air,
as I stare at the face of the moon.

This is the voice that calls my name,
this is the voice who stays the same,
through age and time, it doesn't matter,
for when ever she calls, it makes me sadder.

Oh wondrous siren, how you sing your sweet lullaby,
but how I long for a single touch,
but how I know, for when I do, I surely shall die.

The voice I heard, and hear yet still in my head,
the laughter, that echoes, echoes, and echoes, even as I lie in bed.

The voice I hear, that calls to me,
is a voice I wish to see.

The voice of sweet spring and summer,
the voice that belongs
to only her.

That aren't said,
mean the most.
For when misinterpreted,
the love you once knew,
will be nothing more than a ghost.

If not already.

They're all used up,
to the point of exhaust.
Thy're said to the few,
but too much,
and is lost.

There's no worse news
than no news,
it's the news you want to hear,
despite all your hopes and fears,
but you have none.

You have only a wing and a prayer
when you feel like you're the only survivor.
You can fight,
and you can bleed,
this was the product,
of such a beautiful seed.

Alone in this desert,
exposed to the open air,
Alone I can only hope,
that no one else is there.

For this is not my land,
no friends here have I.
I must tread ever so carefully,
lest I be caught
and die.

Down to the waters,
which I can only hope is real,
and unto the bazaars,
to which I have to make my business deals.

But even so,
with a crowd full of people,
I am persecuted,
for I come from a land with a church and steeple.

So away I must run,
in hopes for better news,
but not before,
I stop to pay my  dues.

There's much to sacrifice,
as there is to gain,
unfortunately my hands are bleeding red,
covered in someone else's blood stains.

I wait here alone,
waiting for the news,
hoping I lost my pursuers,
but unfortunately this is their land,
and it's only covered with clues.

I hear nothing from the village,
indeed it's much too silent,
like the stones upon a grave,
perhaps it is fitting,
for the name of the village,
which the elders gave.

Death's Crossing.

There's no news yet,
as to where they maybe about,
but I'll find them, indeed I will,
I will without a doubt.

For my friends are out there,
and to them I must go,
where and how I shall find them,
I suppose only God the Devil knows.

So clean up that greaser,
and sharpen that blade,
keep safe that picture,
never to let their memories fade.

It's time to find them,
no more the time to wait,
the war has begun,
the enemy has breached the gate.

No more news shall be cast,
nor voices shall ring,
let the bullets fly and the blood rain down,
for there's no other time than now,
to finally start dying.

Unto the breach,
I travel once more,
braving danger and death,
staring at the door.

The worse news I remember,
from my instructor so old,
was the news that you couldn't hear,
the ones never told.

I don't care to admit
that I was stuck between
my dreams and reality
something between a haze and insanity.
So listen well,
to this story of my heart.
But where, oh where
Do I start?

From the beginning I suppose
would be best
to tell you a story of a young man's quest.
See, when I was younger, the prime of my youth
I was in search of something
something akin to the truth.

Of what it would have been like
to be accepted as a person again,
in another strange place
when even stranger people back then.

You see, this was all way back when
back in my university days
when I had few cares in the world
and when I had much more...of a craze.

So days go by
and friends I would make a plenty.
Yet even so,
I had felt so empty.

Now mind you, I've never felt any happier still
being surrounded by such an awesome loving atmosphere
and the friendliest folks you could ever meet, if you will.

Skipping the details of my life
in essence, at the time, I came to realize
I had been searching all this time
for a wife.

See I didn't want a high school fling
which was all for fun
but not for the ring.
I pride myself when I say
I am not that kind of guy.
So I suppose I can say why
I felt so lonely inside.

In my uni days,
surrounded by lovebirds so sickeningly, maddeningly in love
I had once treated with disdain and disgust
but if only to hide the embarrassment of raging jealousy
through my lack of trust.

Skipping ahead a few years now,
aye, years has it been
oh and how.

I often wondered of my dilemma between my dream of mine.
A wonderful, beautiful, lovely dream, that I can scarcely define.

With the voice of an angel,
skin as fair as one expects one to be
with a joyous compassion, that could make anyone happy!
She has a smile that could light up the world on the darkest of nights alone,
she has one of those smiles you could hear over the phone.

And can she sing! Mercy me, why the greatest choirs couldn't possibly hope to trap her voice! As the sun does give man the comfort of its warmth and bids the plants to grow
Does her voice bring the deaf to hear and the mute to speak GLORY BE!
She is the like the youth of my life,
free, innocent, and ever so happy.
She brings joy to everyone she meets
where ever she may go.
She follows her passions, her dreams, and her faith for sure
for all of this and more, is one of the many reasons why I adore.

But even after so many seasons,
and so many reasons,
I just can't bring my self to ask this dream of mine,
I just can't ask her what I need to say,
I just can't ask her...
to stay.

She is a dream that wanders in my life
like the tides of the ocean blue.
She floats in my mind like a dainty bauble
so pretty
so true.

But she is a dream I just can not reach
so dreaming
will have to do.

This is the dream I know
and I know one day
I'll have
to let
her
go.

Fight on, fight on,
carry on the weight.
The world maybe
upon you shoulders,
but you've a place to be so don't be late.

Fighters fight,
for a reason
that is their own,
but the misconception here is
they think that they're alone.

Fighters fight on!
Let nothing stand,
stand in your way,
let nothing stand,
so stand this day!

Fight for whatever reason that maybe,
take up arms! Join the ranks, stand together, you and me!
Join your brothers and sisters,
as they fight the good fight.
Many are alone, scared, in the dark,
it's our job now,
to turn on a light.

To the fighters out there,
everywhere.
Fight on, fight hard,
even when it seems all is lost,
remember the your ace in the hole,
the joker card.

It's a word that is (or very well should be)
known by all,
when it is spoken, shared, and used,
evil takes a fall.
I hope you know the word,
I'm speaking of.

That's right my friend.
The power.
Of love.

So fight on.

I'm tired.

Of losing the ones I love
because no matter how hard I fight
I lose them still,
is this truly
a part of God's will?

This pain
of my futile sacrifice?
Shall I suffer death, not once but twice?

A part of me I leave with them,
a part of my love I imparted when I first met them,
and I felt the pain as the departed from me.

I asked for them back,
away from the shadows, the evil cloaked in black.

So comfortable was that darkness
that whispered sweet nothings in their ears
it gave comfort to some,
while forcing others to succumb to their fears.

I'm so tired of crying for my loves
all of my dears
I'm tired of fighting, crying and dying,
all this for all these years.

But still I will
run, and scream, and shout, and fight it all out.

Until the last light of the burning sun,
or until this war is won.
I will fight.

For them.
I will not tire.

I can't.

To a child
I am an adult
I'm someone they should trust,
I'm someone they can come to,
especially when they must.

I have to be vigilant,
and always be of good cheer,
because I can never know,
when I need to lend my ear.

To a child,
I'm a super hero,
I'm the monster of the city,
I'm whom ever they need me to be,
even when they're being silly.

I'm someone they look up to,
when they're feeling down,
I've got to be ready,
to play the happy clown.

To a child
I'm the words,
that they need to hear most,
to chase away the monsters,
and to catch up all the ghosts.

Their past may come to haunt them,
their mistakes have got them crying,
but yet afraid to make a sound.
Well I hope that I'll be there,
for even just that moment,
I'll put away their fears and worries,
as soon as I come around.

Because to a child I am much more,
than just another face,
I'm an adult,
who troubles their troubles, and then I give chase.

So to the child,
of any age at all,
I must be ready,
to catch them
when they fall.

From 1 to a 100,
man or lady both,
they tell me their little secrets,
and I ask,
"Wanna go catch some goths?"

To be done,
what a day that'll be
to be done with the battle, the war,
to see the shining sun.

Oh what the feeling will be
when our jobs are done,
what it'll actually feel like to be loved by someone.

But alas we fighters,
we believers of truth and the right,
we fight the fight, and aye! What a good fight!
Just imagine!
My brothers and sisters! Come one and come all!
What a day, a marvelous day! When enemy death and sin takes their fall!

To be done...
how glorious, how wonderful, how...
how would it feel to be done,
done with it all.

You've heard this spiel, once or twice,
or too many times before
but now hold on! Don't reach for that door!
I've got to tell you, a small little story,
okay maybe a poem, but don't you worry.

There's a man out there, that doesn't mind to be poor,
Somewhere a woman out there, huddles cold and hungry on the floor,
but somewhere they know, that there's a happier place,
somewhere they know, they'll have a happier face.
Somewhere a child, knows that they'll be food in abundance you see,
somewhere they know that they're life is full of flavor, not just redundancy.

okay, maybe that was rather low-key...er whatever that means

So think of this,
pay attention or else you just might miss
the important thing
that you can't buy.

Happiness.
no it wasn't an excuse to make you say Ha-*****.
Love.
Friendship.
The little things in life that you can't buy.

Help someone,
but why stop there?
There's people to save, so start today my friend,
because everyone needs someone, in the end.

You can't buy friendship,
it doesn't come in a bottle,
You can't buy love,
it must be complete and full, ups and downs, not gently and coddled.
You can't buy happiness.
Because. Those aren't the memories you want to last,
it's a moment that you know, you don't want to let go too fast.

Oh yeah. That moment.
May you have many of those,
I hope that you'll never let them go, and keep them close.
May your memories of them be ever fond,
of the people you've helped to smile, the friendships, the bond.

I don't know how to explain why you just can't buy them.
So find out yourself, shouldn't be a problem.

To my dear, my love, and my life,
to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.
‘Tis Valentine’s day again, and I answer the call,
I present to you, pure and simple, my heart all in all.
Look well my dear, and hear it’s drumming,
it sings a song, a love song for you, for you it is humming.
I’ve kept this aside, for you my dear,
because when I’m with you, with you I have no fear.
I walk chest out and chin up, because I’m a lucky *******, that I am,
I have you and you have me, anyone else I could give a ****.
‘Scuse my language, I know you hate it so,
But I think it’s about time I showed the world how far our love can go.
Through the stretch of time and space, out to eternity,
God knew, it had to be just you, just you for me.
He sent you down, to meet me here,
My skies were dark, cloudy and all, yet you came with the sun and made it clear.
Your eyes shown, they pierced through it all, the gloom and doom.
You danced into my life and then it was just you and me, dancing in that room.
You led my feet, you held my hand, you kept my eyes, you heard my cry,
you told me to stay and I did, where you went so did I,
where I went there you were, right by my side.
I’m so lucky to have you, here in my life,
so here’s to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.

If you're reading this, or stumbled upon this by chance,
then you've done a good deed, allow me to explain, this fortunate happenstance!
You see my dear reader, you've done quite extraordinarily well,
because for each stroke of key, each dash of a pencil,
you've created something unique, and different, and altogether wonderful!
You've bravely and boldly put out one foot, and followed close with the other,
you, dear reader, are a name among many, child, brother, sister, father, or mother.
You've done it, yes I must say you have indeed,
you've broken the barrier, for with words, here you exceed!
Exceed beyond expectations, beyond the crushing blow,
the world tried to stamp you out, but it didn't work, I'm sure you know.
Because here you are! Still standing, sitting, living right there!
And you still have a set of lungs to breath, that sweet, smoggy, air!
Ah yes, all jest aside,
no, no, my friend stay but a little while longer! No need to run or hide!

Ah yes my friend what a splendid job you've done,
doing what many others, would not dare to have begun!
You're life of longing, all your wishes and fears alike,
you've written them all out, now you speak them through the mike.
Here you are, in your own little world, secluded, or so it seems,
here where you sit and read, the others hopes and dreams.
So sit on again,
come back to me my friend,
and we'll find out just what you've done, and what needs doing,
and don't bother about the work, there's no other place that's going.

You've exposed yourself, naked on this page,
you've said it all, the hate, hurt, the happiness, and the rage.
You've cried tears of joy, and let the river of pain flow on,
You've even stayed awake for this, well past the crack of dawn.
You've helped others see, what they could not see in themselves at all,
what bravado, what commitment, what gallantry, what gall!
So here you are, reading this silly little poem,
and you have a choice to make, to stay isolated and alone, or give a chance to know'em!

So I suppose you've done a heroic thing, by stepping outside the box,
your words, they flow and they dance, they trot just as the fox.
I will not ask for what does the fox speaketh to you,
I'm just saying, you've done well my friend, I sincerely mean it, I do.

Now off with you then. Time to fire up your kindled fire,
let the world know, of what you really, truly, desire!
You've got a world to conquer, not by sticks nor by stone,
but by the blood of your body, and the spirit in your bone!
So go on, tally **! Charge on unto the breach,
the little man lacks the voice, so its time for you to teach!
God bless you, your face which I may never meet,
God bless the things you do, and may you always stand upon two feet!

It's not what you think
in any sense at all,
cause last time I drank,
down to the depths of the stairs I fall!

Fell would be more correct,
if I had any sense at all,
but oh well, oh well,
at least I'm standing tall.

Tonight is bottoms up,
no drinks or games tonight,
it's just time for me to get a good view,
of the twinkling starlight.

The ones I see up there,
way up in the sky,
it's the one I love to see,
the one that's in your eye.

Bottoms up,
my heart turned all around,
If I'd dare to put in in your hand,
I know that it'll stay found.

Bottoms up,
I have no worries tonight,
cause we have each other as friends, maybe more,
nothing to worry about, not now, so let's stay till morning's light.

Bottoms up everyone,
let's spread the cheer,
tonight think nothing more of troubles,
do away with the fear.

Just think.
Tonight is bottoms up.
I'll pour you some brand of happiness,
just go and grab your cup.

And smile.

I want.
Nope, I did it again! Grrr. (Bad dog sit!)
I * *need * you. To say.
What you need to say.
Can you do that for me?
No better yet,
can you do that for yourself?

Can you honestly face yourself in the mirror, and tell yourself,
that yes, Ladies.
You're beautiful.
Each and every single day?
That you're just as smart as the next woman, if not smarter.
And that you're just as capable as a guy for that job.
That you are not property,
that you are either someone's love of their life
and not their love life.
Can you tell your friends, what you don't even tell your shadows?
Can you say that?

And Guys! C'mon now!
Yes. *Some...okay most, ladies like some muscle on their guy, sure.
Same thing with us and our steak, gotta have meat!
Now you don't need the abs, they'll love you anyway,
say what you need to say.
To yourself, that you're okay, and the others are fine with that.
That your friends don't need you to do stupid stuff to be cool.
That Drinking and Driving is fine,
that that next joint they'll be skipping work or class for isn't worth it.
And especially this,
you need to say, I don't care if you scream (yeah scream) it at yourself,
that she's worth,
so
much
MORE than what you're giving her right now.
But you know what? She's okay with what she's got.
To say...that "Yeah. I'm lucky."
Not the other ****** way around.

So let's recap, go back to start, don't pass go,
let's do this again, nice and slow.
Are you comfortable, to say to yourself, what you need to hear?
Are you ready now, to lose the things you once held dear?
It's a culture shock, that's what it's about,
but if you don't change your life right now you ***, wow are you going the other route?!
Yeah I dare,
I dare to say, that you can be better than this!
I dare to say, that this isn't hit or miss!
I'm saying hit life dead on, fast and hard!
Sweep up the table, like playing card!
"Say what you need to say!"
So a singer once told me,
"Say what you need to say!"
What you NEED to say,  not want you see?

So, after you read this, go find a mirror, or at least something shiny,
and talk to yourself, anything like this, "Hello Me."
"Hello me, it's been a while,
I haven't been hip to the latest style.
Yeah well maybe those shoes out on the street,
yeah those fine (expensive) shoes are making a beat.
But y'know it really doesn't matter now
be it the way I dress, the way I style, no way, no how,
because I want...No. I NEED to make a change, to me y'know?
Cause some one once told me, I've still got a long way to go.
The Show's not over, and it's been pretty boring,
and the fans seem to be leaving, it's me their ignoring.
I don't want to be a star,
no far from that,
I need to be The Star.
I want to make a change in myself, to help others too,
because I know I can do better, I've got so much work to do!
But that's fine, I'll handle the blood, sweat and tears,
I'll work my way up and over, even if it takes a hundred years.
I'll find the love of my life, and they'll love me too,
and we'll be the best we can be, because that's what we do!
We'll have kids, maybe just pets,
So here's to me, Me. I'm placing all my bets."

Thank you Jesus, for hearing a small, scared prayer, for hopes of rapture,
I pray that you'll lead these stray sheep,s next to sweet water and pasture.
Myself included.
May I never stray,
and by you, Lord, shall I forever stay.
This. And more. Is, for now, Is what you need To Say.
To Say.
Yes.
You wonderful, glorious, beautiful, strong, frightened person
To Say...

To the reader.
This shall be one of many-a letters to come,
this is to you, the happy, the sad, the awesome, the glum.
I do request, ever formally so, that you embark with me on a small adventure,
away, away, so far away we'll go.
Where you ask? Well it's not to far, but it really quite is, but where indeed,
don't ask me, I don't know!
Shall we go in search for treasures, spoils of wars long dead and forgotten?
Or shall we band together our merry men and women, to foil the villain!
Come away, come away! Oh reader imagine just imagine what we'll see,
Beautiful dreamer, won't you wake unto me?
There's a world so fantastic, just waiting to be found,
will we go in trumpets full a-toot, glorious and fantastic, or shall we sneak,
as to make not one sound?
Shall we find ourselves running from the Law?
Or shall we as friends, stand and fight the enemy, use shock! Make Awe!
I do say my reader, the sun is quite high,
surely this can't be our final goodbye?
Quite possibly we'll depart for a moment (or two!)
But as for me, well I'll just wait here. That's what I'll do!
I'm your voice inside your head, you silly little goose.
Now open up imaginations, and let your fingers type, set me loose!

Ah, I see you've stumbled upon a work of mine,
shall we be brothers, or sisters in arms? Or shall you be more, then, a gal so fine.
I respect your wishes, and follow your command.
But do not assume that your voice will accomplish, all you demand.
I'm not unreasonable, I'm not as unsightly,
but you'll see now that my morals are mighty.
So will this be a romance, or more of...
a tragedy?

So reader I dare say, I've really taken you away.
I promised you didn't I to take you there,
but oh dear, it seems, you've not moved anywhere!
Have you forgotten what time has passed?
Are you completely convinced? This wasn't half-fast?
So reader I must say my adieu's,
but fret not, for here I shall wait.
Wait.
For.
You.

This should be a common theme
of your life
should be funnier than some *****-nilly,
silly little meme. (Mee-m)
It should be more inspirational than the battle cry from Brave Heart.
It should be more touching than the spiel from Charlie Chaplin's speech.
It should be more than just a little mantra you repeat in your car,
this should be more rewarding than Tiger Woods winning by par.

You get knocked down?
Get back up.
You get pushed?
Time to shove back.
You think they'll give you a quarter,
or a penny for your thought?
Make it worth so much more,
because the next place that you'll show them, is straight out the door.
Because I know,
life's rough, take it from me,
in fact don't even, if you haven't by now, then you will, you see.

And when that time came,
or comes back around,
you better think back to these words here,
and get ready for the rebound.
If you've waited for New Years to come back,
then you're already way
way
off track.
Get into shape, starting today,
do what needs doing, no time to delay.
You can sleep when you're dead, they say,
well let it be, be as it may,
so work hard,
then harder still.
Show that you're tough,
not afraid to fight,
better hold on, cause it's gonna get rough,
they got you all wrong, time to show them who's right.

You ready now?
You're not alone, we're with you 100 per cent.
Don't wait for an extra shove, shove yourself back up, time to make
a special little dent.

Are you ready now, my friend?
Are you ready. To Try Again?
Again?
And Again?

I'll pray for you, and stand by you, all the way.
Even until the end.
Go get'em.

To my dear, my love, and my life,
to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.
‘Tis Valentine’s day again, and I answer the call,
I present to you, pure and simple, my heart all in all.
Look well my dear, and hear it’s drumming,
it sings a song, a love song for you, for you it is humming.
I’ve kept this aside, for you my dear,
because when I’m with you, with you I have no fear.
I walk chest out and chin up, because I’m a lucky *******, that I am,
I have you and you have me, anyone else I could give a ****.
‘Scuse my language, I know you hate it so,
But I think it’s about time I showed the world how far our love can go.
Through the stretch of time and space, out to eternity,
God knew, it had to be just you, just you for me.
He sent you down, to meet me here,
My skies were dark, cloudy and all, yet you came with the sun and made it clear.
Your eyes shown, they pierced through it all, the gloom and doom.
You danced into my life and then it was just you and me, dancing in that room.
You led my feet, you held my hand, you kept my eyes, you heard my cry,
you told me to stay and I did, where you went so did I,
where I went there you were, right by my side.
I’m so lucky to have you, here in my life,
so here’s to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.

I will
write love on her arms
so many and so deep
that it courses through her veins
and into her
heart.

I will
write love on her arms
so she can stop hurting
even though she loves the pain
which is the
hardest part.

I will not
stop loving her,
even if she lets me go,
because through all of this
I'll let her know she is loved
by everyone she knows.

I will not
abandon her in her darkest times of need
I will not however
be her knight in shining armor
gallant and proud
on a strong new steed.

She will not know that
this lowly peasant
comes from a nothing more
than a small house
with nothing to call my own.
Where the hardest part for me
was finding a different dial up phone.

So she walks,
so she talks
and seems okay,
but as her friend
who loves her so,
I want her to walk away.

From the pain
the sadness,
the misery,
I want her to walk on her own,
and far away from me.

I am her crutch,
but I am not her life,
and alas poor Yorick,
she is not to be my lovely wife.

But still I shall
keep her lifted up, safe from all harms
if only for a chance
to write love
all on her
arms.

What is she to you?
Another body?
Another Tool?
You broke her once,
and never again,
you took her heart,
and smashed it to pieces,
you tore her to shreds
corrupted her meekness.

Look at what you've done,
you two-faced liar,
you're on the next high
just trying to get one step higher.

Look at yourself, you ***** piece of trash,
everything you say or do,
is all in a rush,
and all rather rash.

I'm not perfect,
but God forbid should I strike a woman for the moment,
cause when the law catches up,
it'll be time to confess your sins,
and confess to own it.

What have you done?!
What has she to you,
that you had to commit,
to say it led to what you said you had to do.

Why?
What was she to you?

Try Again!
Don't give up!
Never surrender!
And Wash up for Sup!
Never forget, always remember!
These are the words you hear, every September!
What ever is told, you're told to keep,
But there's a song I hear about waking him after his sleep.
They'll push you down, cause you let down your guard,
you get back up and fight twice as hard.
They'll tell you that your goal isn't worth it,
well who is it that they should decide!
When things get tough, are you one to run and hide!?
Well?!....Okay maybe once and a while, sure, whatever, so what who cares!
Do something greater, deserving those stares!
Show them humility, can always topple pride!
Hehe that's the first step, and we've got a long ride.
Alright, feet on the ground, chin back up,
not to high, just keep your nose clean,
avoid the politics, you know what I mean?
Be ready for anything, but relaxed and calm,
Offer peace and smiles, but prepare for the qualm.

Alright you should be set for now,
but as for the rest, I don't know how.
C'mon get moving, shuffle your feet.
You better not stand there, or else you'll be beat.

Try again, again and again.
Never lose hope, and never give in.

Go on and resist
go on and make my day
your corrupt and twisted sense of justice
will never succeed anyway.

How hypocritical of you
to fight violence with one of the same.
How two faced you are
always shifting the blame.

You can't stay still
and yet you demand a change
yet there you are
still the same.

Your corrupt sense of morals
attacked an elderly man in a wheel chair
Your ignorance for reason and debate
won't allow for opposing thoughts
to allow room for voice there.

You whine and complain
shout and pout
throw a fit
a tantrum
just because
things won't go your way.
Step aside children,
and let the adults have their say.

You've lost all credibility
you've all gone insane!
Instead of preventing it
all you cause
is pain!

So do not expect mercy
do not expect pity
do not expect anything else
then a lesson so plain.

Step out of line
we'll reintroduce you to it
you're the muck of society
we'll show you where you fit.

In the Trash.

So go on and burn a few trash cans
break a few windows of stores
we'll all be waiting for you
this is our promise
of course.

I've never really thought,
about when I do the dishes,
I see the crumbs and specks,
here and there,
is when I come up with wishes.

That old dryer machine,
is making a little noise again,
the cabinet needs a fixin',
and the fridge is breaking down and then,
the car needs a tune up,
but that can wait a little while,
I'm worried about the kids,
as they pick up the Hollywood style.

Washing the dishes,
as the water goes down the drain,
I'm thinking of the flowers in the backyard,
how they bloom after it rains.

Roses are read,
violets are blue,
these dishes need washing,
and there are other things to do.

The water, it pours,
it sploshes, and drips,
the dog is running on the hard-wood floor,
and is having trouble getting grips.

Washing the dishes,
I think about the times,
when life was good,
and somewhat easy,
now this poem is...
getting rather cheesy.

It's kinda funny,
about what you're thinkin while you wash,
you start to take your time
and then the dishes are done.
Oh...

We are, together,
a people
made of flesh,
made of blood
that courses through our
veins.

We are, the blood
that runs around
to keep the world spinning
around and around
we are they who are
alive.

But are we the heart?

Are we they,
who feels and beats
who knows and loves
without thinking?

Are we?

Together we are,
and we are together
but what are we together?

There's a question
that begs for a reply,
through the silence
and laughter,
I only pray we find the answer
soon,
and not after,
the bloodshed, the tears, the agony,
the pain, the strife,
the hunger, the cries,
the injustice, the violence,
before
the end.

So are we together,
if we are together,
and together we are?

We are humans.
Aren't we?

Together we are,
when are we together,
humans.

Living, breathing, thinking,
feeling.

Fighting
To live.

Shouldn't we give the same chance
to the others?

Those who are alone,
those who were born, without a mother?
Those who are alone,
those with naught a sister, or brother?

So invite them into the fold,
together we are,
human.
Sharing humanity.
Humility.
Humanly.

We are together
and together we are...
human.

I do not like this job
no not one bit,
I do not like this job
no, in fact, not at all!
I would not work this in a school
or in a pool,
I would not work this in the hall
or at the mall!
I do not like this job
no not at all!

16 hours prior I worked until my mind and hands were numb,
3 hours of rest later I return to duty
and feeling all the more dumb!

Favors on favors
to what end do they accrue,
When favors on favors are stacked against you?

Either give me rest
so that I may do my best,
or sit down with me
and pay the fee
but my patience, do not test.

Today we suffer a loss, incomparable to any other,
for today we have loss more than a friend
we have lost a brother.

Tonight we mourn, we take the time to bury our dead
among the countless others that surround
but we mourn as one, as family,
so draw near, and gather 'round.

Tonight we lift our candles, and voices high,
we lift up our thoughts and prayers
to our dearly departed
into the sky.
May heaven hear us,
if they haven't before
to let our fallen brother,
through Heaven's Door.

May he be lifted up, and ascended on high,
to somewhere where evil can not reach,
to where even he can not hear our cry.

So mourn tonight,
by candle light.
For tomorrow we march
"Once more unto the breach".

Hold your head up high,
and march bravely forth brothers and sisters all.
For we march and carry on,
and remember the fight, is for all those who had to fall.

That we may live the life,
a future safe and clear
for the ones that we love,
and those we once held dear.

So we march,
we march
we march on evermore
amidst the dead and dying,
we march ever onward
onward unto war.

We the Few
stand below the many,
trampled, and beaten, pushed down, and forgotten.
We look up above and ask one thing, with what little pride left,
a tear in our eyes,
why?
Because they hate us? Because they can? Because they choose too? Because...we are few?

No more, not today, nor any more from now!
I say to you, to us! Rally up and throw up the banner, sound the battle-cry!
No more I say, no more! No more shall we have to live just to die!
Today is new, so must we be!
For we are the few, that the many must see!
We'll call up the cry in the name of peace and justice for all,
we shall then see, the righteous as it is, as justice stands blind and tall!
Let the Liberty Bell Ring, for you and me!
Let us, The Proud and Few!, Let us finally be free!
Let me a-test to you, my fellow brothers and sisters, alone no longer we stand!
For together we cry, hear our voices!, together hand-in-hand!

But let us not be hypocritical, to even our oppressors,
for what better are we than them, if we treat them like our lessers?
So rally the troops, raise high the banner, sound the horns all-round,
let each and every voice, sing high and low, the freedom sound.
The tyrants shall fall, given time,  and through the trials that'll be,
for we shall make our names known, of the Few...that is We.

Physical pain is fleeting,
but shame is eternal
especially
for one such as me
who's struggles are kept
internal.

What whips and lashes
spikes and prods
could do to skin
could never hurt so much
as the whispers said
from within.

Reminders of our past
are the heaviest chains of all
the most bittersweet echo
the only one we answer to
when ever it may call.

Shame is the gateway
to a path of self destruction,
for no matter how many walls you try to build
they will do little to offer protection.

Live with it you must
but not forever, dear
we made our mistake
oh look who's come to join
it's our old friend
fear.

What I fear is neither the tortures of hell,
or to face my Heavenly Father in the glorious skies above,
no, not even death on this Earth can stop
the amount of joy that comes, when being in love.

No, I have a fear, as all mortals do,
but it's not a fear for me,
as it is a fear for you.

I fear as a man,
I need to protect and provide,
to love and teach and listen,
as only God told me too,
as only I can.

But every day I fear,
that I won't be able to bring home the check,
that one day I won't be on my best,
and soon the storm will brew, and so begins the test.

I fear that if anger takes hold,
will you still remember my words of love and my promises,
the ones that I've promised to keep,
since the day they were told?

I fear I am just a man,
but that should not excuse me from doing the best,
and being the best,
the best that I can.

My love, please wait for me,
I'll be home soon now,
I'll be there to hold you tight,
if only the chance to tell me again,
that it'll be alright.

To love and protect,
to protect and provide,
to promise and keep you
always by my side.

What I should have said was
I'm mad.
I'm madly in love
with the person I call my friend.
I'm as mad as a hatter
no silver lining will do
no, no lining at all
in my love for you.

I should have told you before I left and went away
maybe now there would have been a chance
but too late now is the day.

I should have said that
from the very start
and now weary am I
and sick at heart.

I hold but a sliver of hope
that you'll still remember me
only time will tell now
will I tell you then?
We will see.

What is it like?
To be free?
To be free from the burdens, the fear
all that causes all my anxiety?

What is it like, friend,
oh tell me how it feels,
where I no longer have to think,
using someone else's grinds and wheels.

What is it like to be.
Me?

What pictures hold
are the memories that even hands could not hold
they are the raw emotions that couldn't be remade
they're the words left unsaid
even after the colors have drained and left to fade.

What pictures hold are the last twinkles of those eyes
after they've closed for good.
They're the happiest memories of our friends and family
the ones they wished for us to remember them, as we should.

They're the good times
they're the worst times
they're the pictures that could end the peace and start a war
or speak of unspeakable beauty and shake humanity to its
core.

These are what pictures hold that even hands could not
these thousands of words that could be said
if only they were not forgot.

They're the first sparks to a raging fire
or calm waves of a gentle sea
these are the last of the windows
to a fading memory.

What Pictures hold
are more precious than precious gold and gems
they are the last of leafs
before the death of an aging stem.

What Pictures hold
that hands could not
is the last laugh of a friend long missed
but not forgot.

What pictures hold
is the wave of emotions that was once felt
that night the two lovers met
whose chance to meet
was on a friend's bet.

What pictures hold
are the pieces to a puzzle
that grows ever larger to ever explain
even with faded colors and a frame so plain.

These pictures
scattered among the floor
is the last gasp of breath
before the closing of a door.

They are the windows to a history
that was once unknown
of a peoples' children
that now are grown.

What pictures hold
could not be explained in one word or two
such a mistake
would just not do.

These are what the pictures hold