I'll look into your mind
To see how you think,
Our love pours like a fountain
Into my cup I'll drink,
The sweet taste has been soured
By the fights we've fought,
Love is forever
At least that's what we thought,
Now i don't know where i stand
In the game of love
Am i nothing but a grain of sand
In the beach under the moon,
Before Normandy  is stormed
Our love is D-Day,
Would you have it any other way?

Everyone knows a poem must rhyme,
A common accepted fact,
No doubt about that,
Slant rhymes and word play is fine...
But i hate reading poems that dont,
End in a rhyme.

“Art washes away,
from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
No more pain, stress or strife.
“Have no fear of perfection,
you'll never reach it.”
So don't ever throw a fit.
“I saw the angel in the marble,
and carved until I set him free."
Amazed by what beauty could come from me.
"Art is not a thing;
it is a way."
So carpe diem... seize the day.

They say the world's a stage,
But what role do i want to play?
Shall i be a king until i age?
Or should i be a cowboy playing in the dirt and hay?
Should i be someone big or small?
Would i even care at all?
Maybe I'd be bad for once,
I'd lead a gang and make my own rules,
Guns and knives would be my tools
I'd take what i want
And you'd do what i say
My power I'd flaunt,
In this role I'd play...
But in the end we'll all take hand,
And take a bow,
On this stage so grand
The time to act is now

The World is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real, because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round, and it has thrills and chills and is very brightly colored, and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they've begun to question, 'Is this real, or is this just a ride?', and other people have remembered, and they've come back to us and they say 'Hey, don't worry. Don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.' and we **** THOSE PEOPLE.

"Shut him up! We have alot invested in this ride! SHUT HIM UP! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account, and my family. This just has to be real."

It's just a ride.

But we always **** those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever noticed that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because ... It's just a ride.

And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear wants you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead see all of us as one.

Here's what we can do to change the world right now, to a better ride:

Take all that money we spent on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and WE CAN EXPLORE SPACE, TOGETHER, BOTH INNER AND OUTER, forever ... in peace.

-- Bill Hicks (1961 - 1994)

Love is in the air
Darkening as i smoke
Like the smog i breathe
When i choke...
Kicked in the head
Roses in a vase
Left out for dead
When i see her face...

Tick tick tick, tick tock, tick tick, clock
Wicked mind you hold the hour
Does my mind have the power?
Clock tick tick tick
...where was i when god had shown
How to make a happy home...
Lie in bed no sleep will come,
Have some peace and then its gone...

She's like my coffee, super sweet,
Lots of sugar and kisses
My extra special treat.
She's a little dark, maybe somewhat sour
But I still love her
And I try to kiss her every hour
She has lots of different flavors
Cinnamon, vanilla, black, and Irish cream
And she rocks her **** Chuck Taylor's

Osiris take me away from here
Life is sad and full of fear,
Osiris take my hand
Away from this place of tears and sand,
I'm bored with the nile,
It's like choking on bile
There's nothing to do
Except to pray to you
Osiris take me away from here
Life is slow and rather queer,
I think i'd prefer the land of dead
Instead of this place i dread,
Osiris it isn't fair
Your wife is beautiful and has dark hair
If you shan't take me away,
Give me an my own Isis to love today

Boredom is the opposite of creativity,
So at least destroy

Blistering rage, and nihilist fears
Burning hate, and painful tears
I hang at dawn...
But does that undo any wrongs?

****** moon ****** moon
Bright red on black
To show the end will be soon,
Perhaps by suicide or a heart attack...
****** moon, oh i hate the moon,
Bright red over dark night
Demands a sacrifice soon...
I hate you, oh big red moon
Today you **** my light
Today you win the fight
Today I'm crushed under your,
****** might.

Busted head , and ****** nose
Covered in dirt from my head to my toes
There's nothing wrong with living like this
All my clothes smell like ****
But I'm ****** up today and nothing's wrong

Sitting up at the break of dawn
Memoirs of the suicidal,
I geuss my father is by biggest idol
I wanna be like him -gone...

Call me strange
Like i walk around with a tec nine
Because i'm gonna take what's mine
And no i'm never going to change

So keep talking ****
See how that works out
I'll take you far away where they can't hear you shout,
And upside your head's where you're gonna get split

Still stompin'
Still taking ****
Still getting hit
Still not slippin'

Oh how i hate school,
Played like a fool, society's tool,
Oh how i hate schools
With all the people and their stupid rules,
Oh how i hate school

Rocks, heavy, big and strong
Chiseled into gods, used in roads and,
Flung to **** the poor...

The great river is blue
Like the rain, God's tragic blue tears
The river is sorrow's slave

I miss you,

Like you were a thousand miles away
Oh if we could only stay together, but a,
Vile world plugs us apart...
Encouraging our separation,

You're the one i love most
Only you now and forevermore, soon our
Union will be sealed, my future Mrs. Lyles

When I'm tired and I close my eyes,
Is when i really wake up...

The thing about us kids from America,
Is that we want everything now
There's poverty and mass hysteria
And everyone looks like a cow
We want it all
And we don't care how we get it
We won't fall
We are the kids from America
We'll never ever be like you
We are the kids from America
We are the chosen few
We are the kids from America

From the darkest caves,
To the bluest waves
Love me

When the sun is dark
And the hour is late,
Love will be your arc
Not bias, nor hate.
When everyone has gone
And turned is the back of fate,
Love lives on
Not bias, nor hate.
When God is dead
And life isnt straight,
Keep love in your heart, and your head
Not bias, nor hate

Show me a ghetto and I'll show you a place
A place of struggle and pain
A place about people complain
A desert of hope and grace
The home of the weak
Clawing to make something
Struggling to become someone
Doing whatever they can
Carrying drugs and or a gun
The boys in the hood are always hard
One wrong step and they'll pull your card
Knowing nothing in life but to be legit
If you **** that up,  you dont mean ****

What is perspective?
Perspective is the gift of feeling great
Like coffee after 8:00
And the curse of feeling like ****
Like the promotion you didn't get,
Perspective is however you want to perceive it
Good or bad
It's all a matter of how you look at it
And how you look at life
Either with joy in the sun
Or tears in the night

Funny thing about time is it isnt real,
There is no then or before
There's just now, like a wheel,
Now is constant but always moving,
And the funny thing about time,
There's always more
Because it's all now, over and over again
So no pressure, because time,
Won't ever end...

Trying to write after so long...
I can't make any good rhymes
Just cat, hat, mat, bat...
It's even harder to write relevant to the times,

I'll try some this and try some that
I might try too hard and fall flat-
On my face i mean,
Trying to write a poem that talks about me,

Evolve and develop my artistic ways
Trying not to get caught in the drug inspired haze,
I actually think i'm a little sub-par,
And that nothing i do will ever take me far,

But here's this poem,
Or rather my story,
About a guy that wasn't that great,
But yet still aims for glory.

Setting sun,
Childish fun,
Playing in the woods
Dressed in black robes and hoods,
Howling underneath the dark sky
Thinking about the day we'll die,
Running through the night
Telling stories of the old gods' might,
Do we dance with devil?
Or are we on another conscious level,
Of living with the evil beasts
On immortal flesh we feast,
I'a dagon i'a hydra,
We spit a mix of blood and saliva
Out of the darkest places
Dressed in hoods with pain on our faces
We are the dark children
We'll never sleep the night away again...

When will art die?
Maybe when darkness covers the sky,
Or when we **** each other in atomic war
And our bombs destroy the earth's core
Will art fade away?
When there's nothing left to say,
Will art go out with the sun?
Or be taken away with a gun,
What will be the last song or dance?
Will it end in Kansas, or Paris France?
Who'll make the last painting?
Will they know? Their hands shaking,
Will anyone even cry?
On the day art will die...
But i have to admit,
Seeing the end would be quite a hit,
Second only to the beginning,
When art goes out exploding

Dear Kay,
All i do is sit and think,
Think about you
I think I'm lost but I'll find a way
If you pour your love out to me
All I do is sit and think,
Thinking about you
My beautiful Kay
You are the only way,
For me
There's nothing better to see,
Then your eyes looking to mine
Their magnificent sparkle and shine
All i do is sit
Sit and think
Think about you

Even the truffula trees were cut down,
Used to make thneeds sold around town
Once-ler think of the trees,
What even are these thneeds?
Things that everyone must need?
Or the product of careless greed?
Once you see something is special,
You realize it's too late to save it...
Or is it?
We know the story
About the last seed,
And how maybe just maybe
We could bring it all back
The truffula trees and with them love,
Love for the trees
And love for the seas,
And even the buzzing bees,

Is night dull or bright?

Who am i?
Somewhere between man and god
Who am i?
Someone who'll spare the rod,
Am i Mr. Manson or Honest Abe?
Am i a king or a slave?
Am i Charles Freck?
Do i have an once of self respect?
Do i care?
What color is my hair?
Implying i have any...
Maybe i have lots of money
Or instead just a penny,
Who am i?
But more importantly
Who are you?

Sometimes i am carried by the wind
Floating along throughout this place,
It carries me and whatever i bring
My hopes and dreams floating through space,
And of the *****-ups i might be the king
Every crime committed, every vice has been sinned,
This is my transition
From waste to gold
Pain to cheer
A place neither new or old,
A place not far away there or close to here,
A place not restricted to any one nation

I'm on the edge but that's where the winds have taken me.

This is the time this is the place
to erase a trace of the human race
and not to spare them a moment of grace
burning like the mace-
in their eye
but who'll hear their cry
the moment before they die
bake their brains like ms. lovelette's meat pies
it might sound a little shocking
hearing 9's cocking
bag over your face while my music's rocking
people laughing and mocking
as you get your eyes pulled out
we laugh while you shout
you know i'm about to freakout
and let your body rot in the nuclear fallout
**** the nations
i'll leave you shaken like a haitian
bombing radio stations
me plus you equals X solve the equation
X is death
X is death
X is death