The sun set on another glorious day.
I sat in my recliner,
reflecting on what once was.
It was then I realized what must be done.
I walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a knife.
I slowly cut off my index finger.
Blood spurted out,
I began to drink it.
It tasted good.
The pain was excruciating,
but I cherished it.
Every **** second of it.
I then called my dog,
and fed her my finger.
She liked it too.

Hello Margaret,
this is a message for the future.
I bet I look like a real loser,
but this was the past.

My darling,
I'm sorry I can't be with you.
But if I was, you'd be dead too,
I had to stay behind.

Now I know you're probably confused,
but there's so much to explain.
I just want to assure you,
that I loved you.

Hello Margaret,
please listen to your mother.
Don't pick on your brother,
you're a family.

My darling,
always hold your mothers hand.
Don't go out in the wastelands,
the radiation will sting.

Now I know you're probably confused,
but there's so much to explain.
I just want to assure you,
that I loved you.

My darling,
I made this video for you,
in case I didn't make it through,
the nuclear apocalypse.

My dear Margaret,
no matter what you go through,
remember I always loved you,
Sincerely,
your dad.

I had a dream last night,
you sat across from me,
at a small, nicely decorated dinner table.
We talked of nothing.
Our mouths moved,
but no words came out.
Your pale complexion brought out the spectacular color of your blue eyes,
which sparkled in the light from the chandelier above.
Your hands were warm,
and soft.
My heart began to beat again,
strong, triumphant,
like it once did before.
Suddenly, the room grew dark.
Tears streamed from your eyes as the room faded into black.
I took your hands,
and mouthed,
"I love you."
You looked into my eyes,
and smiled,
as the table began to stretch and push us both in opposite directions.
Your hands slipped out of mine,
as I watched you fade away to the dark,
as I felt my heart slowly stop.

Silence!
Do not move!
Do not speak!
Do not eat!
You ******** freaks!
You and your *race,
are a disgrace,
to our nation,
to the world!!
Now get down!
On your hands and knees!
You people are sick!
Like a disease!
This is the end,
for you my friend,
now crawl into,
that ******* room!
This may be against,
our constitution!
I don't ******* care!
This is my final solution!

A ******* the brink of breaking,
faking her way to the top of the pile of all the dead before her.
Drinking to escape it,
she fights her way through the words,
looking for a cure.

All the names they call her,
ugly, fat, ****, *****.
What doesn't **** her,
just breaks her down more.

All the people telling her,
"you're okay",
are the people that help break her down anyway.

Why should she listen?
Why should she give them the satisfaction?

The bruises on her skin,
the voices from within,
the cutting, scratching,
and tearing of her precious skin,
is causing her to bleed,
is causing her to feel just a little bit better.

But better never lasts forever.

The evil within her,
is starting to **** her,
she crumbling under the pressure.

The puzzle pieces don't fit,
I guess that this is it,
she crumbled under the pressure.

Nothing lasts forever.

The world is spinning faster,
we're waiting now.
Everyone is waiting
for a fallout.
You seek violence,
they're seeking God.
But in the end we all end up falling down, d o w n , d
                                                               ­                              o
                                                               ­                               w
                                ­                                                                 n!

We're all forsaken!
We all kick the can!

I use to be a believer,
but now I'm not.
I use to think I was special,
or so I thought.
Turns out uniqueness,
it can be bought.
When money rules the world, there's no way to stop, stop, stop, stop it!

We're all mistaken!
Just grains of sand!

Now I'm not saying that I don't have any faith,
I just don't believe anymore,
in destiny or fate.

I have a mind that races at a million miles,
and I can't keep it,
under control.

And in that moment, I was her.
It was like her conscious, her perception began expanding,
and ballooned, consuming everyone in the room,
as she sifted through the sepia toned pictures.
Suddenly time slowed and the waves outside got louder,
it drowned out all other noises except her voice,
hesitant to recall yet eager to reminisce,
as recollections of her past flashed before her eyes,
out of her mouth, and into my head,
where I could see them,
sepia toned, vivid, just like the pictures.

When I was absorbed I was hit by two tones,
one being the tone of sepia,
which soaked the memories splashed before me,
and the other being the tone of joyous death.
The sepia was the color of the pictures and the tone of the mood,
while joyous death was the joy we found in reminiscing the dead.

The waves washed away the memories when her voice ceased,
I returned to Earth as they exhaled their last trembling breath.

I sit here quietly,
I have nothing to say.
Nothing to do,
just wasting away.

The world is a time bomb,
ticking away.
So I sit here silently,
and await the bang.

I sit here quietly,
and watch the TV.
Disease, killing,
and more misery.

I absorb it all,
each catastrophe.
I see politics argue,
why can't they agree?

I see commercials,
asking for money.
Help the starving children,
in other countries.

I see the *******,
"reality TV".
Nothing they do,
seems like reality to me.

I cannot tell you if this is the new world, or if this is just a phase,
but one things for sure,
we're going to hell either way.

What happened to the child,
the one that smiled all the time?
What happened to the boy,
that made the sun shine?

I don't know why I feel,
the way I seem to.
Buried in my grave, alive,
don't know what to do.

I've spent years and years,
listening to doctors say I'll be fine.
But that doesn't really mean,
I'm alright.

If I believe in the doctors,
swallow all the pills they say,
will there ever come a day,
I finally feel okay?

I wish I was taller,
stronger,
faster,
smarter.
My heart hurts,
I'm emotionally unstable,
don't sit across a table,
or a room,
and tell me about my mind.
Don't sit there and tell me,
I'll be fine.

I'm afraid of myself,
of being alone,
I have no home.

I fear the disease,
it eats at me,
and I can't stop it.

But if I keep a smile on my face,
if I wake up to a new day,
that's good enough for me,
that gives me a little faith.

Shame has been written,
all over the walls.
We're connecting the dots,
to mans final fall.

We've blazed a new path,
of evil and hate.
We are the creators,
of our own fate.

The time has come,
to realize,
we need to change,
our ways.

We must appease,
the peace before,
it becomes,
too late.

Darkness is rising,
an evil inside.
Everyone needs to,
open their eyes.

We've fallen to hatred,
evil and greed.
Money and power,
is not all you need.

The time has come,
to realize,
we need to change,
our ways.

We must appease,
the peace before,
it becomes,
to late.

I am a wounded animal,
licking my own wounds,
resting in the ruins,
of a broken heart.

I am a wounded animal,
blood all around,
from when you shot me down,
flesh torn and weak.

I am a wounded animal,
once gallant and free,
until you wounded me,
and faded into the horizon.

I am a wounded animal,
and only you can heal me,
only you can free me,
I need your tender love.

Have faith,
in what little you have left.
Have hope,
have dreams,
you are not dead yet.

Believe in time,
in patience,
in waiting.
It will surprise you,
how after all you do,
you are rewarded.

There is little to believe in on Earth,
for all we can believe in is not visible to the naked eye.
We can believe in each other,
in our fathers and mothers,
but that's about it.
The rest exists in a non-existent realm.

Now is it wrong to blindly believe in something we can't see?
Or is it noble, honorable,
to have faith in something we truly believe.

Are we fools,
for following a god?
Or are we fools,
for following nothing at all?
Or are we fools,
for questioning others faith?
Or lack thereof.
It really isn't our place.

We all dream,
we all believe,
in something.

Lose yourself in the faith that you have,
and then worry about finding your way out,
before you worry about,
others beliefs.

One time I saw a boy,
with a bright smile,
walking down aisle four.

He reached out to me,
and said hello,
as I reached for a cantaloupe.

His mother talked to me,
said he was an angel,
was always nice to every stranger.

That boy,
he made me smile,
as he ran down the aisle.

A few year pass,
and I'm at a cafe,
wasting my life away.

You hear about hate,
and how strong it can be.
It's something I don't believe in.

But hate found that boy,
and tore him right down.
Saw his face in the Sunday paper.

They heckled him to death,
till he could no longer take it,
thought his life would be better if it was taken.

Cause when life is a weight on your shoulders and you're ready to break,
you think about giving in.
And when life is a burden and you feel like a mistake,
it's easier to quit rather than living it.

One time I saw a boy,
with a bright smile,
walking down aisle four.

The choir sings,
their songs so sweet.
Their voices so soft,
in this fleeting moment.

The desperation,
of a dying man.
Flung into a faith,
a final stand.

And it does feel,
just a bit odd,
to call upon,
not man, but God.

But in desperation,
a man will throw away,
his values and beliefs,
just for a day.

So now he sits,
inside this house.
A house of faith,
quiet as a mouse.

He prays for hope,
for peace,
for life.

But will he get it?
A man who was not faithful,
all his life.

He will,
because God is forgiving.
Because God loves all.
Because Gods is giving.

Will he live,
through this brutal disease?

No.

But will he earn a spot in heaven?
Indeed.

Live by the sword,
die by the sword.
Ancients words,
with a modern meaning.

Quiet soldiers,
afraid to speak,
stand at attention,
and receive orders to ****.

And what is evil?
Is it killing a man,
or the blood on your hands?
Or maybe the fact that you stand on sacred grounds.

A necessary evil,
maybe so.
But to go out and decimate,
the sacred lands of a million men,
just may be a bit unnecessary.  

They live by the sword,
only to die by the sword,
so why don't we?

We live by the sword,
but deny the sword,
when it is forced upon our throats.

We cry out ****** ******,
flailing our arms in the air,
as we arm ourselves for war.

Maybe it's time we realized,
we are no exception.

We live by the sword,
and so we shall die by the sword.

And it's only a matter of time.

Something about anger,
tears apart my soul.
Progressively tightens my chest,
how can people be so cold?

Feel my lungs collapse,
under the weight of the hate.
Takes my heart and chains it down,
and these chains, I can't break.

Something about anger,
how it eats at my soul.
Turns bones into ashes,
turns the heart black as coal.

How I pity the man,
who turns love into hate.
He surrenders to evil,
his soul to take.

Something about anger,
makes me love even more.

If I keep waiting up,
will you show up,
and give me your love,
mend my broken heart.
I've been waiting out the days,
for you to come home.

It's been years now,
since I last saw,
your gorgeous face,
still hasn't been erased,
from the back of my weary mind,
just come home.

Hour by hour,
day by day,
I sit around,
and I wait.
Please remember me,
if we ever meet again.
I know when it comes to you,
I could never forget,
your beauty.

You just slipped away,
slipped out of my grasp,
into the big red sun,
and it's setting fast.

I still sit outside,
on my front porch,
every single day,
awaiting your return,
back into my heart,
come home.

Hour by hour,
day by day,
I sit around,
and I wait.
Please remember me,
if we ever meet again.
I know when it comes to you,
I could never forget,
your beauty.

No, I could never forget,
your beauty.

Escape, sweet escape,
to a place,
far away.

A sanctuary,
far from reality,
far from pain of the life that I've been given.

Behind the door,
something more,
then this life can give me.

A beautiful garden,
of love and forgiven sin,
greets me with flush foliage and flowers in bloom.

In the garden,
my heart, once hardened,
begins to beat again.

In the garden,
my pain is pardoned,
and I feel relieved again.

Time can wear you down,
leave you broken, beat,
barely able to stand on your feet.

But when I die,
and shift to the afterlife,
I know I will find myself in the garden again.

I found the Realm of Happiness,
behind the Walls of Enlightenment.
But the Citizens of Woe threw me out,
and the Masons of Denial rebuilt the Wall of Enlightenment.

Now, take my hand, and we shall use the Hammers of Faith,
to destroy the now Walls of Denial.
We shall re-enter the Realm of Happiness,
vanquish the Citizens of Woe,
and establish the Temple of Forever.

Collapsing core's,
the seize of the soul.
Irregular hearts,
not so regular holes.

Hands intertwined,
but not with mine.
Bodies touch,
warm and kind.

I fight for you,
a fight I lose.
I go unnoticed,
you have no clue.

So in my misery, I wallow,
and I swallow,
my love for you,
into my heart, hollow.

I woke up this morning to noises,
cars, a refrigerator, TV,
and I felt empty,
fear and dread poured into my empty shell.
I'm tired of listening to men who've read books,
books by men who read books,
by men who read books.
The monotonous drone of idealists,
arguing with idealists with ideas
by other idealists.
Unoriginal blabber
and outright lunacy,
telling the free man how to be chained,
blocking out sunlight,
restricting our branches.

I see the stars, all around me.
They sparkle, gleam and shine.
All these stars, all around me.
I wish they were all mine.

Sitting in my floating capsule.
Floating around the massive Earth.
All this beauty, all around me,
makes me wonder what my life's worth.

In a universe so big,
we're so small.
Makes you wonder,
what's the meaning of it all?

I see the moon, shining bright,
full and large, perfect circle.
It may have a dark side,
but it's still beautiful.

Shooting through the atmosphere.
Back down to the Earth below.
Burning up as I fall to the Earth.
Gravity is my only foe.

In a universe so big,
we're so small.
Makes you wonder,
what's the meaning of it all?

Please take me home.
I want to go home.
I need to go home.

Please take me home.
I miss my home.
I miss being able to roam.

The stars,
they are,
my home.

I left my home with dreams to,
make something of myself.
Landed in Hollywood,
bright lights, lots of sound.

They took me in,
like a good friend.

Showed me all the ropes,
gave me riches, fame.
Messed with my head,
dug a hole, for my body.

Everyone's out to get,
you to submit.

I was a fool,
and I fell,
fell for it all.
And they didn't fall for me.
The Devil lives here,
and there's no...

Tried to go home,
and when I got there,
it didn't take long,
my addiction, it was too strong.

The drugs are out to get,
me to submit.

I was a fool,
and I fell,
fell for it all.
And they didn't fall for me.
The Devil lives inside me,
there's no...

escape.

Out,
out,
out,
I'm fallin' out...

Out,
out,
out,
I'm fallin' out of...

Out.
I'm fallin' out of reality.

I'm fallin' out,
out.
All the love.
I'm fallin' out,
out.
Was not enough.

So you think,
you're a shrink,
and that you know me.
But you're blind.

And in the end,
you can pretend,
that you think you know me.
But you don't,
now it's all over.

You're blinded by your ignorance,
pretending you are innocent,
but, it's just the opposite.
You can't fool everyone.

You've been through hell,
and you brought it back,
we can tell by you're vicious attacks.
You've become a loaded gun.

Your lovely brain,
has gone insane,
and you're going crazy.
Can't you see?

And in the end,
you can pretend,
that you're not going crazy.
But dear,
you're just not sane!

You're blinded by your ignorance,
thinking you are innocent,
but, it's just the opposite.
You can't fool everyone.

You've been through hell,
and you brought it back,
we can tell by you're vicious attacks.
You've become a loaded gun.
So I suggest we run.

Silly, silly love of mine,
you act as if you're doing fine.
But we know that's not true,
you are just not you.

Crazy, hazy, you've lost your mind,
and you think that you are doing fine.
But darling, I hate to say,
you've gone completely insane.

You're blinded by your ignorance,
thinking you are innocent,
but, it's just the opposite.
You can't fool everyone.

You've been through hell,
and you brought it back,
we can tell by you're vicious attacks.
You've become a loaded gun.

Silly, silly love of mine,
you act as if you're doing fine.
But we know that's not true,
you are just not you.

Crazy, hazy, you've lost your mind,
and you think that you are doing fine.
But darling, I hate to say,
you've gone completely insane.

Inside out,
unwrap my majestic mind.
Grasp my heart,
be gentle, be kind.

Don't rip it,
from my already weak flesh.
Or **** it,
with your poisonous breath.

I walked for one thousand years,
and I have cried one thousand tears.
But not for you to tear me down,
and leave me dead, lying on the ground.

Outside in,
feel the touch of my soft skin.
Legs are weak,
I'm slowly caving in.

Don't betray me,
after I let you touch my heart.
If you shut me down,
I do not think I can restart.

I walked for one thousand years,
and I have cried one thousand tears.
But not for you to tear me down,
and leave me dead, lying on the ground.

Just forget me here,
just leave me alone.
Just allow me to,
sink into the ground.

Just forget me,
just let me run away.
I don't need your love,
to make it through the day.

All I need,
is my heart.

Falling back, I'm losing speed,
please know that I'm not free.
Don't turn around, don't stop and wait.

Tied down, I'm all chained up,
trust me, I've had enough.
But there's nothing here to break my bonds.

I don't expect you to understand,
my brain's not like other men's.
It turns me down, it beats me up.

Metaphysics stretches my mind,
it breaks me down sometimes.
There's nothing here,
there's nothing at all.

Disconnect,
pull the plug.
Reboot program,
start again.
Don't try to reconnect.
Don't try to reprogram.

I'm now new,
moving on.
You'll forget,
once I'm gone.

Delete memories,
cut all ties.
Before you know it,
time goes by.

Before you know it,
memories die.

Before you know it...

There are a few things I'll never forget,
in this short life that I'll live.
People come and people go,
so give them all the love you have to give.

Some faces will never fade away,
they'll be stained into my memory.
My mistakes taught me many lessons,
and those lessons I learned will follow me.

Give and you shall receive,
or just give because it's the right thing to do.
They say you come before anyone else,
but sometimes it's nice to put someone before you.

And when the world is putting you down,
turn that frown upside down, someone loves you.
Who exactly may be a mystery,
but that mystery is what makes this life so cool.

I lived for such a long time,
thinking I was the only one in pain.
Turns out I'm not all alone,
there are others playing the same game.

And if I could do it all over,
I'd break out of these chains and run free.
There are no boundaries to the mind,
the sky is the limit, so be who you wanna be.

This life is amazing.
This life is a beautiful thing.

You are,
a ray of sunshine,
on the darkest days.

You are,
the rain that washes,
all the pain away.

You are,
my best friend,
and I'm proud to say...

I love you.

You are,
the bright sun,
during a sun shower.

You are,
the most beautiful,
in a bed of flowers.

You are,
the reason,
I spend endless hours...

dreaming of you.

I love you.

Converse among your enemies,
find ways to not disagree.
Resolve conflicts among each other,
love everyone like a brother.

We shouldn’t have to live like this,
just to survive.
We shouldn’t have to fight like this,
just to stay alive.

There’s no need to live with such hate,
there’s no need to eliminate.
Your wars and violence are unnecessary,
this is not our final plea.  

We shouldn’t have to live like this,
just to survive.
We shouldn’t have to fight like this,
just to stay alive.

We are done,
we will no longer stand for your ignorance.
We are done,
we will no longer live with fake innocence.

Drop your guns,
all violence must cease.
Unite as one,
and lets all live in peace.

Rise up to the challenge,
take action.

Because we shouldn’t have to live like this,
just to survive.
We shouldn’t have to fight like this,
just to stay alive.

Greed and money,
control our world.
Love and peace,
fight it, so bold.

Just love,
just love,
just love the world.

The world is very grey today,
black and blue cars pass me by.
Sporadic dirt patches blanket the ground,
the pure white snow,
a tainted brown,
and the sky,
a cold steel grey.
The world is very grey today,
and I don't really like it this way,
so I take out my brush,
and I stroke away,
but the world stays grey.
The world is very grey today,
so I sing a song and dance.
I jig and I jive,
I'm stayin' alive!
but the world isn't feeling my prance.
The world is very grey today,
so I smile from ear to ear.
My pearly whites shine,
but I can't illuminate,
this ugly old grey,
this color I hate.
The world is very grey today,
and I'm starting to realize,
it's not always a walk in a flower filled park,
sometimes it's just a grey day.

The fabrics of our lives,
come undone as we get older.
Maybe that explains,
why some of us get colder.

I'm not really sure,
how to put these words together.
I'm just hoping when I'm done,
that I feel a little better.

There's a piano right in front of me,
but I can't play a chord.
No melody, no timing,
just me banging away at the keys.

They've been telling me that everything,
is going to be alright.
They've been telling me that everything,
get's better with time.

But I'm living here on borrowed time.
I don't know how much longer I have.

If I sit and wait, I'll waste away,
I'd much rather fight for each day,
I'd much rather fight off the pain,
than sit here hoping it stops.

But for the time,
I guess I'll write,
about everything,
every step of the fight.

If I live to tell,
this tragic tale,
these words will matter to someone,
who feels the same.

A knife to the heart,
a gun against my head,
your love has me,
better off dead.

Torn out of love,
thrown to the ground,
told to plea and beg,
while you tossed my heart around.

I question your love,
I question your faith,
as you consume my heart whole,
how does it taste?

You can throw me down,
you can tear me apart,
but that heart will keep beating,
that heart will not stop.

Smoke consumed the city,
released from the buildings.
Attack summoned from the sky,
and no one knew why.

Death from above,
sent with no love.
They wanted us to die,
and no one knew why.

When two worlds collide,
your god must die,
conform to their god.

With a nod of the head,
thousands were dead,
you must worship their god.

Thousands were dying,
millions were crying.
They used weapons that fly,
and no one knew why.

The building stood tall,
only to fall.
Attack summoned from the sky,
and no one knew why.

When two worlds collide,
your god must die,
conform to their god.

With a nod of the head,
thousands were dead,
you must worship their god.

Criss-cross the stars,
and call it a night.
If it feels right,
then do it again.

In the green fields,
where the sun shines bright,
we lose track of time,
and play pretend.

When there's no where to go,
and we have no home,
we know She will be there.

When we lose our minds,
and our brothers die,
we know Mother Nature will be there.

Atop the hills,
of tall green grass,
our memories last,
forever, for now.

Time ticks on,
ticking so fast,
making present past,
so long.

When there's no where to go,
and we have no home,
we know She will be there.

When we lose our minds,
and our brothers die,
we know Mother Nature will be there.

Waiting.

Where is the end of the road?
Where is the cliff in which I am waiting to drive off?

I wander the strange winding road,
only to be hit,
a deer in the head lights.

Is there a noise to animate the sound around me?
Is there a silver lining in this sweet surrender?

The air is so cold up here,
my heart is unfolding up here,
steer my mind straight.

When did we paint the house black?
When did we decide there was no turning back?

My heart is sold,
you are late.
Do not wait,
I am gone.

I've been sitting here,
for what feels like days,
but only a few hours,
have wasted away.

The doctors said,
you would be okay,
but that doesn't mean ****,
we're back here again.

I never thought I,
would get that call in the night,
saying you were here,
fighting for your life.

But I knew you weren't,
fighting at all,
because I think this is,
our third trip this fall.

I don't want to see,
you have to leave,
but it's best for you,
and for your family.

I'll visit everyday,
until you come home,
and when you do,
it'll be forever, I hope.

Oh how I wish,
you'd rise from that bed,
and say everything,
felt happy in your head.

But since that is not,
the case here tonight,
I'll sit by this bed,
and hold your hand tight.

Serenity, sweet serenity,
I found it in your arms.
Like a black hole, you ****** me in,
protecting me from harm.

But when I tried to escape,
you ripped out my heart.
Leaving me broken,
mangled, a piece of art.

When you look in the mirror,
don't look at yourself,
don't look for your flaws,
don't compare yourself to someone else.

When you look in the mirror,
look at your life.
Look at your accomplishments,
look on the inside.

Then when you're done,
look at yourself,
and you will see a champion,
a warrior of life.
Battle tested and successful.

Because at the end of your life,
when you lay in your casket,
they don't remember you for your face.

Which should I eat,
salt or sulfur?
Both can **** me,
but one more quickly.
Life is precious,
but death befits thee.

If time is a trial,
then death acquits me.
So which will it be?
Salt or sulfur?

Through atmospheres,
into outer space.
There is no bond,
we cannot break.

We'll travel through,
all time and space.
Make our great,
getaway.

No gravity,
can bring us down,
no, nothing can,
ever hurt us now.

Pioneers,
of space and love.
We navigate,
towards the sun.

The heat is strong,
but not enough.
Nothing can,
deter us.

This empty space,
your beautiful face,
is all I need,
all I need.

Summer nights alone,
breeze blowing through my hair.
Just me and my boat,
and the cool ocean air.

But being alone,
is not always nice.
I'd love to love someone,
before I die.

But I find myself alone,
sailing the sea.
And I am living a life,
were I'm not satisfied,
with the summer breeze.

All I need is you,
we'll sail the ocean blue.
Just you and me,
out on the sea,
there's no where else,
I would rather be.

So I took my boat,
down to find some mermaids.
But had no luck,
my love began to fade.

So I turned around,
cursed myself some more.
Arrived back at the docks,
to find you waiting on the shore.

Now I wasn't alone,
sailing the sea.
And I am living a life,
where I am satisfied,
with the summer breeze.

All I needed was you,
lets sail the ocean blue.
Just you and me,
out on the sea,
there's no where else,
I would rather be,
than with you.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
clouded, grey.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
clouded, grey.

I saw a turtle flying high,
and he cried,
tears of clay.

I saw a turtle flying high,
and he cried,
tears of clay.

And it storms,
so the turtle flies away.
And it pours,
so the turtle hides away.

And the boats,
don't dare leave the bay.
And fur coats,
always run away.

Curiosity,
didn't **** the cat.
It was the neighbor,
with a baseball bat.

My intentions were,
always good,
but never great.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

My intentions were always good,
but never great.

Heaps of metal and memories,
they tore my old school down today.
The echoes of our laughter once contained in the halls,
is now free to fly with the breeze,
and our aspirations and dreams may touch the sky.
For those in the dirt and those still alive,
whether friends of mine or distant minds,
though our memories flutter like butterflies,
they will always be in this heart of mine.

Infinite grains of sand,
sprinkled on the shore,
each carrying a memory,
of days shared before.

Silent winds shift the sands,
swirl and toss and rearrange,
till memories scatter far away,
but remain the same.

Raging ocean pounds the shore,
tears the memories from their place,
and gently rests them deep at sea,
but they still remain the same.

Infinite grains of sand,
sprinkled across the world,
These memories never fade,
they just come and go unheard.

My heart is quicksand,
everything's sinking in.
I'm tangled in the wires I hardwired to my brain and I'm about to short circuit.
Yesterday,
I lost 4 poems in the wash,
washed away my memories,
like a wave crashing on the shore of my brain,
dragged away the footprints.
Maybe that's why I'm short circuiting,
water and electrical wires don't mix.
But here I am,
an electrical storm in my head,
untamed,
much like myself.
Contained,
in my head,
much like myself.

They stand in a station,
waiting for the train to leave.
Her husband leans out the door,
she gets down on one knee.

As the train begins to depart,
his son asks, "where's daddy going?".
Mother looks at the boy, as tears slowly fall,
"fathers fighting the fight that's ongoing".

Years pass by,
the boy grows older waiting for his dad.
Mother sits in her room,
looking at pictures of what she had.

The boy walks in the room,
asks, "Mother, why do you cry?".
She turns to him, wipes the tears from her face,
you're father, my son, has died.

Years pass by,
mother sit in a cold train station.
She hold in her hands, a book,
as she reads a section called Revelations.

She hears her name called,
as the train begins to push forward in the dead of night.
She looks up as tears fall from he aged eyes,
her son is leaving to fight the ongoing fight.

The room was empty, bare.
The white walls screamed nothing.
I stood in the middle of the room.
I examined the walls carefully.
They were loud.
They hurt my ears.
So I pulled out my pocket knife,
and stabbed the walls.
They let out a screech of pain.
It was deafening.
Blood oozed from the walls wounds.
I repeatedly stabbed the walls,
till they died.
Silence consumed the room.
All you could hear, was the trickle of blood drops,
splashing on the floor.
I felt accomplished.

All my life I've been looking for a shepherd,
someone to guide a broken soul.
But all I found was that I looked like a *****,
couldn't find someone who'd come close.

There were people who told me to take drugs,
some people said they'd be a home,
but when supports cracked and I got too heavy,
that's when I'd find myself alone.

Some days were grey and some bled colors,
some days I just couldn't stay warm.
Some days, insufferable, clouds hung heavy,
over my head, they stormed and stormed.

But I soaked it in,
so I could feel low,
so every time I tumbled,
I'd surely know,
that it can't get much worse than this,
that it can't get much worse than this,
that it can't get much worse than this.

All my life,
I've been looking at a *****,
but I am my shepherd,
I am my shepherd.