Love is like america and america is like science
And the reason I compare all three of those together
Is because all of them are the same in one way
For example science is never wrong
Because they always change the facts
Love is basically the same
It's just a little different from that
Except for love doesn't change the facts
Instead it just changes the person
And America changes the rules and laws that we live by
Changes only complicate things
But you can change almost anything
Except for love
Because if you change the meaning of love
Than you would have changed everything
Because love is so confusing that
People often misuse it
It's so complicated that most people hate it
Some people are even afraid of it
Scientist can't even figure out
Why it's so twisted it
That's why they don't study
®Adrian Ware

Trying to push pass all the obstacles that stands in the way
But most of us fall prey to the name that is defeat
For even though we reach anticipating the relief of stress
The elusiveness of our problems
Makes it hard to solve them
So I ask
What can you do when fatigue hits you
With defeat is in your view
You can either fall down and not get back up
Or you can wait for the right moment to build up
®Adrian Ware

Going in circles looking so confused
Not knowing which route should be used
For stepping in the wrong direction can activate the charge
Therefore creating a shortage in the fuse
The field is covered with mines
This all done by design
Explosions can take place everyday
Which is a indication that
You are living your life the wrong way
Grenades are thrown from above
Landing near the things that you assume that you love
But every pathway has it's own quicksand
You just have to chose
The one that leaves you slowly sinking
®Adrian Ware

In the making of something incredible
For you are polished stone, that has been created
But are not representing the purpose that you were meant to serve
Tools are needed to complete the details
In which you will be put to work
And taken off the list that says reserved
With a hammer in one hand, and a nail in the other
The sculpting shall begin
For every chipped piece starts a journey that possibly won't end
But will continue on long after you're gone
For a legacy will be built
As the nail and the hammer will be passed on
For others to sculpt and have their dreams fulfilled
©Words of the Wise Poetry

There is someone
Who I used to be
When time was young
And skies were free

When great pines towered
Over northern lands
And a man could live
By the work of hands

That world to you
Would seem quite strange
To see rolling forests
Before a mountain range

Now all you know
Is dark steel and grey
The colors of progress
And urban decay

You know not what you lost
And in that is bliss
For I yet remember
The warm sun's kiss