Loved up, twitterpated,
call it what you will,
there really are no words,
to describe the way i feel.

When I hear her voice,
my spirits start to rise,
but pales in comparison,
when I look into her eyes.

When she's around I feel complete,
like all of me is there,
but when we're not together,
I fall victim to despair.

I have no words to describe this,
and I don't know what to do,
because I've never been affected,
the way I am with you.

You ever feel you're on the brink,
of something truly great?
You feel success is imminent
like you hardly have to wait?

But then when nothing happens
you start to give up hope
You feel like a climber
running out of rope

And then for no reason at all
the feeling it comes back
But still the dream is unfulfilled
and you don't know what it lacks.

Well that's been me for some time now
teetering on the brink
I'm sure when it comes it will be great
but this waiting sure does stink

So come on fate, show your cards
at least give me a clue
if this "something great" will come to pass
or if there's more I need to do.

If my life became a book,
how many pages would there be?
In the gallery of friends and loves,
how many faces would you see?

Would you recognize the chapter,
that covered me and you?
Would reading it bring happy back,
or turn your world blue?

Would there be revelations,
that helped you understand,
the choices that I made,
when I let go of your hand?

And the chapter covering regrets,
would you see your name in there?
Under "People that I truly miss,
those for whom I truly care".

Maybe you would read this book,
and maybe you would not.
Perhaps I'm a part of your life,
you already forgot.

If your life became a book,
how many pages would there be?
In the gallery of friends and loves,
would there a pic of me?

Would you include a chapter,
that covered you and me?
Would it bring a smile to my face
reading how it used to be?

Would there be an indication,
of just what my leaving meant,
would it make me regret me choice,
wish I'd acted different?

In the chapter on Love & Loss,
would my name appear there?
Perhaps under "Losers,
where they went I do not care."

I think that I would read this book,
not just for time to ****.
But because after so many years,
thought of you appear to me still.

As darkness falls I lay in bed
I see you, there you are.
T'was not that many weeks ago
I saw you walking to your car.

Memories of that awful night
replay inside my head
The midnight knock upon my door
to tell me you were dead

And as the tears flow down my cheeks
and I hate that I'm alive
Despite everything we have been told
I chose to drink and drive

I don't know why I didn't stop
I knew it was too late
I figured I could make it home
then get my story straight

I'd been home barely minutes
when they knocked upon my door
as guilt and grief consumed me
I collapsed upon the floor

I know that nothing I can do
can ever make it right
I would gladly sacrifice myself
to undo that fateful night

But now I lie in purgatory
as the cell door it gets slammed
the consequences of my actions
mean I am forever ******

For even when I leave this place
and I'm free from prison walls
I have to live with what I did
and I'm not sure I have the *****

So if I choose that I should die
don't let any tears fall
but make my death a lesson
a lesson to you all

Think twice before you have that drink
Thrice before you get your keys
You don't want be the one to bring
a parents,
childs,
or spouses life,
crashing to its knees.

I appears I'm slowly dying
I just found out today
there's a cancer in my body
as I type it eats away

So now I'm kind of lost
I don't know what to say
All the words that dwelt within me
seem to have gone away

There's a death that lies within us all
we seldom get to see
so in a sense I'm lucky
to see the one that lies in me

So with the time that I have left
I don't know what to do
Should it now become all about me
and less about all of you

So there it is, my recent news
or sentence if you will
its seems that I have to swallow
the bitterest of pills

I have lived my life with no regrets
and there's been mistakes I've made
So I guess I'll see what happens next
when in the ground I'm laid.

What does silence sound like,
does it even exist anymore?
In these days of everything electric,
with their tiny little hums,
and the sound of noise pollution,
everywhere you go.

Is there a place left nearby,
or anywhere on this earth;
Where it's so quiet you can hear the breeze;
Where it's so quiet you can hear the dew,
pool on grassy stalks and trickle down into the soil;
Where it's so quiet the very sound of your,
own breathing seems like an intrusion;
Where it's so quiet that you can hear everything, and yet nothing.

If such a place does exist,
it's only because we haven't found it yet.

She's dancing in the rain
when the heavens open up
She's your favourite herbal tea
drunk from your favourite cup

She's that unexpected note
upon your locker door
She's the twenty dollar bill
you find upon the floor

She's the cold side of the pillow
the first slice of the cake
She's the coffee in the morning
you didnt have to make

She's the right place in the line up
when a new cashier comes on
She's remembering the words
to your forgotten favourite song

She's everything thats good and great
thats happened in your life
She's the one that makes you proud
when you say she is your wife.