Most of my poems are pretty jubilant
but now I can't but be unhappy
I had an okay day
but now things have changed
and I no longer feel that happy way
for some odd reason I'm in a bad mood
better wording is I'm plain old ******.

I hate when everything is messed up
one bad thing happens
and then the next
the world just can't leave me alone
I need a really long break
my mind melts
and my stomach hurts
my throat swells up
what more do I need?

But if I am lucky
I can have a better day tomorrow
and start over all new
and everything goes back to "normal"
oh I hate bad days!

I giveth my point in all due respect,
That thou art not as willing as me.

Through Thundering storms
and unpleasant seas
The steepest of mountains
and yet they do not see
that thou art not as willing as me.

Painful battle wounds
blistering scars
horrific scenes
I have endured it all
though still they disagree
That thou art not as willing as me.

The most treacherous winds
The blinding blizzards
The most tempest of people
and yet so much more
Why is it that they don't see?
Why they chooseth you over me?
When thou art not as willing me me!

You can Live
everyday is new

You can love
I will love you too

you can learn
to be better each day

three things that
just can't stay away.

The dead man is watching
making his bets
trying to see
who will pay their depts.

The dead man has a theory
he keeps it to himself
any who wonder
are left on the shelf

The dead man has his mystery
no detective has seen
all who try, fail
no one is that keen.

The dead man is waiting
for some company
fall into his curse
and maybe you will see.

Where is the end?
Of fear and hatred

Is the hole to deep
to reach the bottom

Is the pain to scarring
to heal and forgive

Where is the end?
Of this endless war.

The tears still fall
the blood still stains

No one will forget
the deep feeling of anger

Where is the end?
That will break out into light.

When I was younger
a friend once told me
No one and nothing is
absolutely perfect.

I have lived by this
all my life.

I believe
if there was perfection
then there would be a limit
to your success.

Ever since
he told me that
I have been impressed
by people who do beyond
perfection.

They ignore others limits
and go beyond
they set limits for
themselves.

But yet they are still
not perfect
and in my world
nothing ever will
be.