Time,
is wasting away.
And we don't,
have time to play.

We must do,
with what we have.
For our future, it will not wait,
it's time to trust in fate.

We're all here for a reason,
a reason no one knows.
Do not ever question it,
that's just how it goes.

For fate, it will take you,
by the hand, lead you along.
Shine a light, on a brand new path,
bring you, where you belong.

For time,
is wasting away.
And we don't,
have time to play.

We must do,
with what we have.
For our future, it will not wait,
it's time to trust in fate.

No man can choose his path in life,
that is out of our control.
We're created with a pre-made path,
imprinted in our soul.

Lose your mind, let it wander,
go places, you don't know.
Clocks count down, our short lived lives,
so just let, yourself go.

For time,
is wasting away.
And we don't,
have time to play.

We must do,
with what we have.
For our future, it will not wait,
it's time to trust in fate.

We control our actions,
our actions are destined,
they're destined to happen,
so why do we question,
all of our past actions,
if they were all destined,
they were meant to happen,
so why do we question?

We control our actions,
our actions are destined,
they're destined to happen,
so why do we question,
all of our past actions,
if they were all destined,
they were meant to happen,
so why do we question life?
We all have a destiny,
and we fulfill it, if we believe.

Believe and trust in fate,
let it guide the way.
Through the world and all its hate,
let it open our minds gate.

Believe and trust in fate,
let it guide the way.
Through the world and all its hate,
let it open our minds gate.

For time,
is wasting away.
And we don't,
have time to play.

We must do,
with what we have.
For our future, it will not wait,
it's time to trust in fate.

Today while I was at work,
an elderly couple came through my line.
Their faces were heavily wrinkled,
aged over time.

The man greeted me kindly,
asking for paper and plastic.
His voice was rough, raspy, and weak,
and most certainly unenthusiastic.

As I bagged his groceries,
I watched as he talked with his wife.
The woman he had to chosen to be with,
for the rest of his life.

Once we were done ringing up his food,
he reached out to pay.
His hand trembled when he extended it,
as I continued to survey.

"Debit?" he quivered with uncertainty,
as the cashier kindly took his card.
"Just confirm and sign right there." she said,
as he concentrated very hard.

Bent over slightly, eyes squinted,
he shakily signed his name.
A receipt printed, and was handed to him,
"Alright, have a great day."

I turned to the man and his wife,
and smiled as they smiled back at me.
"Thanks kid, don't work too hard!",
he said to me gleefully.

I nodded and smiled as they slowly waddled away,
and headed out the door.
I watched as they left, out of my sight, and thought,
there has to be more.

There has to be more to this measly life,
than just what I can see.
There has to be more to this pathetic life,
which means nothing to me.

The thought of death, it scares me so,
and leaves me shaking in fear.
My mind is clouded, thoughts a blur,
nothing seems to be clear.

The thought that someday when I'm old,
I'll wake up and think to myself,
"Welp, this is the end of the line,"
is really something else.

Because to be quite honest, I don't want to have to think,
"this is the final stretch."
I would rather not have to confront,
such an evil as death.

I don't want to face a wrinkled face,
brittle bones and a deteriorated mind.
I don't want to grow old, or die alone,
or face the powerful Father Time.

But then I remember what I saw today,
and it makes me realize how I will survive.
The man had a love, his wife, his soul mate,
which kept him alive all along.

So I will face my wrinkled face,
and I will face brittle bones.
I will face my deteriorating mind,
and I won't face them alone.

I will love you all my life,
and I will make you my wife.
And we will fight Father Time,
together, side by side.

Pounding,
on your self-conscious mind.
Like rain,
you can’t even tell time.

Confused,
more than ever before.
Hiding,
you can’t take this anymore.

Fears! and phobias!
Lost and you don’t know which way to turn,
your body begins to burn.
Fears! and phobias!
Hopefully someday you’ll finally learn,
how to handle this burn.

Crying,
tearing yourself apart.
Dying,
is your innocent heart.

Afraid,
you don’t know what to do.
The truth is,
you have nothing to lose.

Fears! and phobias!
Lost and you don’t know which way to turn,
your body begins to burn.
Fears! and phobias!
Hopefully someday you’ll finally learn,
how to handle this burn.

Handle this burn,
someday you’ll finally learn,
how to handle this burn.
You’ll finally learn,
how to handle this burn.

The stink of flesh and bone,
burned for a great unknown.
Torn skin and bloodied bruises,
the man with the least faith loses.

Bullets tearing through the air,
leaving behind death and despair.
Explosions lighting up the streets,
can you feel the heat?

We feast on the fight,
in the middle of the night.
But cry foul play when the enemy reacts,
to our previous attack.

Bombs filled with money,
isn't it funny?
We pay for the gore,
yet deny we love war.

Organs lay spread across the street,
decorating the battlefield.
We harvest the souls of the enemy,
with the weapons we wield.

The dust and rubble fly,
as bombs fall from the sky.
Innocent people die,
innocent babies cry.

We feast on the fight,
in the middle of the night.
But cry foul play when the enemy reacts,
to our previous attack.

Bombs filled with money,
isn't it funny?
We pay for the gore,
yet deny we love war.

Bullets,
bombs,
and blasphemy.
Money bombs,
money gone.

Bombs filled with money,
isn't it funny?
We pay for the gore,
yet deny we love war.

We love gore,
we love ******,
money gone,
we love war!

The chilling snow storm winds howl,
a cry heard around the town.
The neighborhood dogs run afoul,
not even the frostbit air can hold them down.

The streets are deserted, desolate,
street light flicker on and off.
We try to make the best of it,
a storm which we've all had enough of.

The floor creaks,
beneath my feet,
as I make my way into the den.

The walls creak,
and sound weak,
just like everything built by men.

I pick up my book,
"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn",
the perfect read,
for when snowed in.

The time on the clock ticks,
and ticks,
and ticks,
and even clicks.

Time wasting away,
on a snowy winter day.

The cabin I'm in,
is full of sin,
lust, ******,
and even some mahogany.

I live in a house of hate,
a cesspool of lies.
All of which,
I will not deny.

And I will admit,
I really do miss,
your beautiful smile,
oh, it drove me wild.

But I failed you,
and you have the right to leave.
Chew me up and spit me out,
like your average *******.

So I will sit here,
in this raging winter storm,
and feed the fire more,
feed the fire more.

Feed the people,
feed them the forsaken fruit.
Shove the sugary sweets,
frosted with sugar coated frosting and a cherry on top,
down their unsuspecting throats.
Top it all off with a bed time story,
about gumdrops and rainbows.
Then retreat to the catacombs,
where you, like all the others before you,
will die.
Famous for nothing,
but ******* an unsuspecting country,
you'll die a hero.

Spending nights together,
under the moonlight.
Sharing laughs together,
everything feels right.

All of the stars reflect,
in your light brown eyes.
They light up and sparkle,
just like fireflies.

And we go together,
like apples do with pie.
And we'll live forever,
I promise I won't let us die.

We can dance, and make love,
in the streets tonight.
We can do, anything,
under city lights.

People will ask us,
why we are so crazy.
Because you have to live, before you die,
or life's a tragedy.

And we go together,
like apples do with pie.
And we'll live forever,
I promise I won't let us die.

You have to live,
before you die,
or life's a tragedy.

I'll love you till,
the day I die,
you are all I need.

You want to push,
and shove,
and scratch,
and claw.

If you think I,
won't fight,
right back,
you're wrong.

I will make sure,
you feel,
the pain,
you dealt.

I will make sure,
you feel,
the pain,
I felt.

You cry,
and beg,
and weep,
and plea.

But I,
will show,
you no,
mercy.

You can't,
just take,
a heart,
to break.

I won't,
let you,
take me,
for-granted!

I've been broken down before,
treated like **** and nothing more.
But I won't let you get away,
I won't let you take my heart.

Sitting in a tree,
I see all my enemies.
They run around me,
annoying me like fleas.

I finally escaped,
found a better place.
Found a personal space,
where they all race after me.

I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.

No one ever knows,
which way I might go.
Could be here, could be there,
I'm going everywhere.

I've got a world to see,
so no one bother me.
Know who I have to be,
and that person is me.

I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.

Evil enticed my eyes,
and I let out many cries.
So I looked towards the sky,
hoping for no more lies.

My world was spinning round,
kept my feet on the ground.
Now do you hear that sound?
I finally found myself.

I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.

I'm shaking in your absence,
your love gives me withdrawals.
I miss your kiss but the only thing touching my lips,
is the smooth river of alcohol.

God sees me as sin,
I'm an animal in a cage.
Nothing but another cheap trick to friends,
till they turn the page.

And then I float like a wisp,
on the very winds I condemn,
nothing but a prodigy child,
shattering like fine china.

It was Friday afternoon.
The skies were grey.
I was grey.
I felt grey,
and you probably know what I mean,
if you have felt grey before.
Being grey feels good sometimes,
but usually feels absolutely horrible.
But being grey is besides the point.
I was hungry,
but I did not want to move from the comfortable position I was in.
So I began to nibble on my finger nails.
They tasted good,
so good, that I decided to eat all of them.
I slowly ripped each nail off of each finger,
one by one.
The rusty, iron taste of blood and nail was perfect.
But soon, I was out of finger nails.
So I took of my shoes,
and ate all my toe nails.
When I was done,
I was no longer hungry.
I was happy.

I want to feel the fire,
I want to feel it dance in my heart.
I want to feel alive,
life is an art.

I'm living this life,
the way I want to live.
You may not like,
the way that I think.

But this is my life,
and I'm going to ignite,
that fire deep inside,
and come alive.

This is my life,
I'm going to live it right,
no regrets or shame,
time to play the game.

I know I live,
I know I die,
so let me live,
while I'm alive.

There's no mistake,
I'm going to face,
plenty of adversity,
but I will make the best of it.

Man knows nothing,
he sits in silence reading blank pages.
History we claim to be the truth,
it's true if we say so.
Bound by our mistakes,
the ones we makes time and time again,
we reach for the stars,
only to pull down our brothers.
Hate taints golden heart,
fear pushes the hand of the unsteady,
fire burns the caster,
man knows nothing.

Years have passed, they flew by,
I don't understand.
Still find myself asking why,
I don't understand.
Here one second and then gone,
I don't understand.
Every day, a new dawn,
I don't understand.

Why did you have to take away,
the only man who cold make me smile?
Why did he have to go so soon,
couldn't you wait a while longer?

With every dawn comes a songbird,
with every day, a new surprise.

There's a long road ahead now,
I must stand.
Have to walk it alone,
I must stand.
You were the only to,
understand.
Gave me hope and reason,
to finally stand.

You may be far away now,
but you're always in my heart.
I know you'll be watching,
from the stars.

I hope I make you smile,
from afar.

Burning,
the clock is turning.
The flame,
will never go out.

Holding,
unto your word,
hoping,
that word is enough.

The light go out but the flame burns on.
I hope this night won't last long.

Waiting,
for something tainted.
Choking,
with all the smoke.

The night goes on and the flame dims.
Your word is now irrelevant.

I choke on our love, the last of it,
inhale, exhale, cherish it.

I'm hearing sounds for the first time again,
but they bring back faint memories,
that sting each time I try to remember them.
I've hit the reset, involuntarily,
like so many years before.
Now I'm learning to crawl,
to feel,
to see,
to breathe.
Nothing I learned is there,
all swept away in a flash flood of disorder,
leaving me speechless,
and tired.
I just want to sleep.

It was dark and it was wet.
A barrage of raindrops pelted my innocent umbrella.
Woe is me.
Woe is he.
Woe is she.
Woe is everyone.
Who am I to complain?
I looked around.
No one in sight.
So I held me breath.
I closed my eyes.
Blood rushed to my head,
as I slowly turned blue.
It felt good,
then I exploded.
Tiny chunks of raw flesh rained everywhere.

The gun firing,
are deafening,
making my ears ring,
wounds begin to sting.

Sand in my eyes,
skin, cracked and dry.
Boiling in the sun,
no one said war would be fun.

Corruption,
destruction,
is this really how democracy works?

Governments lying,
nature's dying,
is this really how democracy works?

Bang, bang,
hear our guns?
Boom, boom,
ya better run!

Cha-ching!
Isn't it funny?
Ba-boom,
bombs sell for money!

We are the real weapons of mass destruction!
We are the real cause of all corruption!

We are the machines, heartless and cold!
I fold my hand, I fold...

I've walked down the hall of shame.
I've seen Mother Nature fight but fall in vain.
I've seen countries crawl, no cane.
I've seen our backs are against the wall, insane.

The world is no place for us anymore,
just take my hand dear and off we'll soar.
The world has become a living hell,
so lets both escape this prison cell.

Bang, bang,
hear our guns?
Boom, boom,
ya better run!

Cha-ching!
Isn't it funny?
Ba-boom,
bombs sell for money!

We are the real weapons of mass destruction!
We are the real cause of all corruption!

We are the like the machines, heartless and cold!
I fold my hand, I fold my hand.

There's nothing left we can do dear.
All we can do is run from here.
Try to escape all the insanity.
Just take my hand and trust me.

The gun firing,
are deafening.
This war wages on our souls,
this war leaves us alone, cold.

You brought me into this world,
suffered through all the pain.
You held me in your arms,
and you gave me a name.

You taught me how to walk,
and you taught me how to speak.
You fed me because,
I didn't know how to eat.

You taught me good manners,
so I didn't look like a fool.
You told me I was wrong,
when I broke the rules.

You volunteered at school,
you were always there.
You read me bed time stories,
only because you cared.

And all because you're the best mom,
the best you could be.
And for that I'll always love you,
for all the things you did for me.

You told me drugs were bad,
and so were cigarettes.
You told me never to use them,
and I'd be all set.

You were there when I fell down,
you were there at my worst times.
You always could tell,
what was on my mind.

You gave me all the advice,
that I'll ever need.
You taught me wrong from right,
and all in between.

You gave me all your love,
every single day.
So I devote this poem to you,
on this Mothers Day.

Because you're the best mom,
the best you could be.
And for that I always love you,
for all the things you did for me.

Don’t drift to far away,
and tell me that you’ll please stay.
I don’t want it to end this way,
tell me that you’ll please stay.

I have searched far and wide,
looking for reasons I cant find,
to convince myself that you aren’t gone,
cry myself to sleep in the early dawn.

But I have had no luck,
I’ve been completely and utterly ******.
You said I ruined what could have been forever,
but I’m telling you now, I would never.

So if you go,
do it real slow,
I want to spend every second I can with you.
And as we cry,
don’t forget to say goodbye,
and smile, because we’ll see each other again.

Don’t leave me,
I’ll die without you.
I need you baby,
and you don’t have the slightest clue.

I’ve fallen off track,
and there’s no turning back.
I’ll never be the same,
and I’ll never forget your name.

So if you go,
do it real slow,
I want to spend every second I can with you.
And as we cry,
don’t forget to say goodbye,
and smile, because we’ll see each other again.

Snow squashed beneath my feet,
colored with dirt and gasoline,
as I shuffled down the road.

I had many more miles to go,
and it looked like the snow,
wasn't letting up anytime soon.

With my pack on my back,
and my stick holding a sack,
I trudged forward, fearlessly.

To find a home,
was my only goal,
but that seemed out of reach.

So I wandered into the woods,
and pulled up my hood,
as I looked for a place to set up camp.

And the nights were cold,
my toes, they froze,
as I bundled up in my blanket.

How long would I survive?
Would I make it out alive?
Question ran rampant though my head.

Till one morning, I woke,
there seemed to be a white smoke,
that blanketed the ground.

In front of me,
something pearly,
what looked like massive gates.

At the gate, a man stood waiting,
and after much contemplation,
I approached him.

He said, "come closer my son,
you're here for all you've done,
you traveled everywhere, doing good.

And now you have earned,
what most people will yearn for,
a spot in my kingdom."

"But sir," I retorted too him,
"I never believed in you."
The man looked at me and smiled.

"I forgive everyone,
you see son,
and you deserve this."

It was then,
we began to ascend,
into his kingdom.

We have all had life, ripped from our arms.
We have all had love, taken from our arms.
But we have not, given up on love.
We have not, given up on life.

Life, it has hurt us all.
But we stayed strong,
and corrected what was wrong.

No one, makes mistakes on purpose.
So forgive everyone,
for everything they’ve done.

No man deserves, to die at war.
But it’s his choice, to go to war.
The day that we, realize the nonsense,
of war and the, misuse of violence.

War, it has effected us all.
but we stayed strong,
and corrected what was wrong.

No one, makes mistakes on purpose.
So forgive everyone,
for everything they’ve done.

When, innocent people die,
the killers, better have a good alibi.
Because there, will be a day,
were we, make the killers pay.

Death, it has hurt us all.
But we stayed strong,
and corrected what was wrong.

No one, makes mistakes on purpose.
So forgive, everyone,
for everything, they have done.

Just don’t forgive the killers!

I remember,
the day you came around,
said you found a man who could treat you right.

And I remember,
thinking all I did wrong,
and how I never really put up a fight.

I remember,
hearing the church bells ring,
never thought a sound could go through a man.

And I remember,
holding onto the notes,
crumpled in my angry, sweating hands.

I remember,
the love you gave me,
you knew just how to take my breath away.

And I remember,
begging, "Lord, please",
right before I handed my life away.

The minds of man are turning,
always yearning for more.

Heads are always rolling,
demanding perfection or else.

What constitutes that I'm another bill?
I think I mean more than you think I do.

Raise your fist to have it torn back down.
You have to stand your ground.

Put our nose to the grindstone,
only to lose our pay.

Men sit around, don't get their hands *****,
but think they have the right to take it away.

See the dollar signs in their eyes.
Money running through their veins.

We're just slaves for the industry.
We're stuck in the maze.

Everything is made of gold,
all they want is more.

We're just another bill,
they slip in their back pocket.

The crooked culture,
like a preying vulture,
picks at the flesh of the feeble,
the financially unable,
but not those particularly stable.

Peel back the skin,
can't help but cringe,
the gears grind and screech,
they **** life like a leech,
fail to practice what they preach.

**** this modern love,
it makes me sick.
Possession over obsession,
and if there is an obsession,
it's with the ring.

Doesn't that sting?

The world is a mess,
fracturing under the stress.
The weight of this culture,
this modern love,
and much more,
has us racing,
spacing,
and downright chasing,
our dreams.

I feel it in my bones,
it's a growing feeling.
Aching like never before,
and my wounds ain't healing.

I've seen life come,
and I've seen it go.
I've felt hopeless,
but never like this before.

Sometimes I think so hard,
I scare myself at times.
What is coming after this?
What is the punishment for my crimes.

Life is so fragile,
I don't want to grow old.
I can't be alone,
but my heart is so cold.

This out of tune piano,
knows just how I feel.
Each key I play,
cries in disharmony.

No difference in the keys,
than in my life today.
No difference in my mind,
than what I play.

Broken rhythms and fragmented thoughts,
are all I have left in this splintered heart.

Why can't I find myself?
Why can't I find a way?
Why can't I live my life
without feeling my life has frayed?

The ends are frayed.

The basement was damp.
"I love you,"
she said,
as I finished pouring gasoline,
on her ******* body.
"Shut up,"
I said,
as I lit the match,
and dropped it on her.
"I love you,"
she screamed,
as I watched her burn,
from a far.
"I love the smell of burning human flesh,"
I said back,
and smiled.

Seeping through the pores in their suffocated skin,
it whirls and it whimpers in the whipping wind.
It flows through the veins of the teens,
it echoes in their unbound screams,
the angst that they feel is nothing to go unseen.

They wield a weapon more powerful than their fist,
but they still can't stop the urge of cutting their wrists.
Their minds are as strong as their bones,
which hold up their hearts broken home,
they are stronger than all the stick and stones.

I don't believe in a lot of things,
but I believe in this generation.
We're teens with open hearts,
and open minds.

Get the girl,
don't let her slip away.
Let her love you,
kiss you,
hug you,
just don't let her get away.

She is the world,
the stars and the sun,
everything in one,
the only one who can get you to crack a grin on that cemented face of yours.

The moon comes out at night,
and shines glowing beams of light,
and it reflects in her beautiful eyes.

She can make you,
and she can break you,
but most importantly,
she will take you,
far, far away.
To places you've never known,
never seen,
and all in between.

But in the end,
she will break you.
Take your heart and tear it apart.
She will bring you to your knees,
have you begging please,
and in the moonlit night,
under a starry sky,
she will walk away.

And in this moment,
your heart will harden,
lock up,
and become stone.

She will make you feel broken,
an empty shell of a man,
when in reality,
she is the creator,
of a brand new soul.

When you shrivel up inside,
and feel like you're not alive,
remember the good times.

Remember the love,
the laughs,
the life you shared.
There are no words to describe the pain of heartbreak,
but one thing can describe it,
you are no longer a child.

Before you can truly love,
you must lose.

So go get the girl.
Love her,
kiss her,
hug her,
and when the time comes,
let her go.
Like a butterfly,
let her roam,
and always know,
she is the one who opened the doors to your heart,
and open your eyes to a world of love before you.

The memory of you haunts me,
just like a ghost.
You were a parasite,
I was the host.

You ****** me dry,
of all my life,
and left me there to die.

You were my friend,
my love.
But I have had...

Enough with all the *******,
you put me through.
You give me no **** space,
no breathing room.

My mind's made up,
I've had enough,
with all your stuff,
we're through.

You were my friend,
my love.
But I have had,
enough.
You were my friend...

My world is fallin',
I am callin' you.
I realize I can't live,
without you.

So am I the parasite,
in this relationship,
who knows?

The memory of you haunts me,
just like a ghost.
I was the parasite,
you were the host.

I was wrong,
you were strong,
but I kept pushing away.

You were my friend,
my love.
But you have had,
enough.

Alcohol like water,
I've been gifted with the ability to sin.
I've been waiting for snowfall,
but have been cursed with warm winds.

My room is cold and empty,
pictures on the wall, unfamiliar.
Chipped white paint, peeling and cracked,
all a blur when you're drunk.

Just one more sip from the chalice,
tongue isn't numb enough yet.
Another ******* night under cold sheets,
shivering to sleep.

And in the morning, I will rise,
a victim of the next day,
waiting for Redemption Day,
waiting for that jet black train.

Try to pick up a girl,
I get called a pervert.
She's ******* dressed,
I mean, just look at her.

Say she looks beautiful,
compliment her hair.
She says I'm thirsty,
so she "curves" me,
I'm out of here.

They think we're pigs,
because we try to show we love her.
All they want is Efron,
Tatum, Franco, Lautner.

They live in fantasy,
separate from you and me.
What are they waiting for?
Your prince isn't coming girl!

They're crazy.

I try to be the nice guy,
instead I'm told to go home.
Next time I see her,
she's put me in the Friendzone.

She likes an *******,
tells me I'm a ****.
But isn't he,
the same as me,
nothing I say works.

They get jealous,
'cause we talk to other girls.
I'm in her Friendzone though,
why does it concern her?

They live in fantasy,
separate from you and me.
What are they waiting for?
Your prince isn't coming girl!

They're just delusional!

I'm just an empty shell,
of a broken man,
doing all I can,
to stand on two feet.

I can't find my place,
I can't get a break,
so I make an escape,
I'm getting out of here.

You can't give love,
and then take it away.
You can't give love,
and then run away.

I gave you the key,
and you walked right in,
reeking of sin,
I said I love you.

You took my heart,
I took your ****,
and that's not it,
that's not where it ends.

You can't give love,
and then take it away.
You can't give love,
and then run away.

And when I woke up one morning,
you were gone.
But what else did I expect,
you weren't the first one.

I can't catch a break,
so I escape,
I escape.

Sky glassed with pink,
makes me wonder,
makes me think.
How big am I?

In a lifetime,
how bright,
how bright will I shine?
How big am I?

Is there a place,
either here,
or in space,
for me?

What good am I?
If only I tried.

But nothing goes unknown,
except the vast planes of mother Earth,
the deep caverns and crevasses.

So when will I,
shine bright?
When will I,
have my time?

God only knows,
if God even holds the cards.

So I will wait,
staring at the glassy pink sky,
wait for my time,
for my moment.

It was a Friday night,
I was on the phone with my grandmother when I looked at the clock suddenly remembered,
it was time for the ritual.
I immediately hung up on my grandmother,
and stripped of my clothing.
The ritual required I be naked.
I then took some goat cheese out of my refrigerator,
and put it in the microwave.
I waited.
The goat cheese seemed like it took forever to melt,
but it only took a few minutes.
In those few minutes,
I just sat there,
and played with my left ******.
Finally, the timer went off,
and it was done.
I took the melted goat cheese,
and poured it onto my body.
It burned,
but I suffered through it.
I would do anything for the Goat Gods.
Anything.
Once the melted goat cheese was poured onto my body,
I began to lather myself in it.
Soon, I was covered in melted goat cheese.
The smell,
was horrendous,
but in a way,
I enjoyed it.
Then, I removed the goat blood from my refrigerator,
and poured it into a ***,
which had been on the oven all day,
waiting.
I began to boil the goat blood.
I took a sip of it.
"No" I said as a shook my head in disappointment.
I had been ripped off again by my goat blood dealer.
There was no flavoring in it.
It tasted like goat blood.
So I threw in some carrots,
and a dollop of horse radish.
While it was boiling,
I went to my bedroom,
to my closet,
where I found my goat mask.
A real goats head I had carved out and made into a mask.
I put it on.
When I had it on,
I felt like one with the Goat Gods.
When I returned,
the goat blood was done.
I poured it into a Tupperware container,
sealed it,
and put on my shoes.
By now,
the once hot and slimy goat cheese,
was dried,
and stuck to my body.
It was crusty,
like the crusties you get in your eyes,
just all over your body.
I walked out the front door,
across the street,
to my neighbors house.
I tried to open the front door.
Locked.
They knew I was coming this time.
Last week,
they forgot.
So I left the goat blood on their front steps,
and left.
When I got home,
I immediately went to the TV,
sat down,
and turned on "Antique Roadshow".
I looked out my window,
and saw my nervous neighbor grab the goat blood,
and bring it inside.
"Soon they will join the Goat Side" I said as I repeated it to myself, "Soon they will join the Goat Side".

I could give you my soul,
and you'd ask for my body too.
I'd be cautious at first,
but I'd do it because I love you.

You'd look at your spoil,
and say it's simply not enough.
You'd throw it to the fire,
and I'd burn.

Going for a walk,
up a tree,
maybe down a hill or two.

To myself, I talk,
about dreams,
and a life built for two.

Just another thought,
it seems,
as I think of me and you.

All the things I'm not,
make me,
not good enough for you.

I'm going for a walk.

It was goodbye.
From beginning to end.
Whether we liked it,
or not.
It was a long goodbye,
several years,
stretched out over time,
so that in the end,
there was no pain.
Just memories.
It had its happy moments,
and its sad ones.
Most of those sad moments didn't occur till the end,
when in fact,
I knew it was over.
You see,
most goodbye's,
are short,
bitter,
and are usually full of unbridled rage.
We knew we didn't want that.
We wanted to be able to look back,
and say things ended,
on a good note.
Not an ugly one.
So we began saying goodbye from the beginning,
from the day we met,
we already knew it was over.
We knew someday,
it was gonna end.
One of us,
or maybe both of us,
wouldn't want to be with the other anymore.
Turns out,
it would be her who didn't want to be with me.
The day came,
the dreadful day,
where she said it,
goodbye.
I was okay,
or was I?
We had prepared for this,
for several years,
we built a tower,
a tower of love,
on happy memories.
But one word,
made me forget all of those memories.
Later that night,
I found my gun.
I sat in my room,
with my finger on the trigger,
for hours.
I never pulled that trigger.
I remembered,
the whole time I was with her,
I was saying goodbye.
We were saying goodbye.
We knew it was one big charade,
and that someday,
one of us wouldn't want to play anymore.
But like a fair sport,
the other would have to accept it,
and remember the fun they had playing their game.
So it was okay.
I was alright.
Who thought a goodbye,
could save your life.

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.

I've seen heartbreak,
I've made mistakes.
I've seen bloodshed,
I've had girls **** with my head!

I've had glazed eyes,
I've watched the skies.
I've been beat down,
I've been stuck in this here town,
forever.

For what feels like forever.

And you know what I say to all this,
it's been a good life, good life.
Slapped me on the face, a gentle kiss,
and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

I've been held high,
but never glorified.
I've been treated,
like a piece of meat, yeah!

I've been shot down,
I've been around.
I've kissed feet,
and I'll never repeat this!

And you know what I say to all this,
it's been a good life, good life.
Slapped me on the face, a gentle kiss,
and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

It's been a good life, good life.

Papers fly in the air,
students running without a care.
Teachers let out sighs of relief,
some students sit in disbelief.

People hug and cheer,
for the end of the year,
for the final day here,
of our high school careers.

Let the music play,
it's graduation day.

Spent four years growing,
not even knowing,
the impact on my life,
these people would make.

And with time ticking,
I find myself thinking,
I'm going to be missing,
these people I've grown to love.

But let the music play,
it's graduation day.

Time flies by us,
and for some, surprises us.
We grew to be a family,
whether we liked it or not.

And now we all move on,
slowly, we drift along,
like a lonesome song,
until we meet again.

So let the music play,
until we meet again,
and when we finally do,
we'll be a family again.

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.

Blankets woven with yarn the color of the sky,
on a cloudy afternoon, when the sun don't shine.
Pillows, soft and as fluffy as clouds,
greet you as you lay down.

And a circus of clowns surrounds you,
dancing and honking their noses.
Flowers fall from the sky,
dropping thousands of roses.

The world is a marvelous place,
filled with grand adventure.
Gold, love, and magnificent sights,
all in just one night.

The fields of golden grains and pastures far and wide,
are resting under the sun high in the sky.
The mountains cast shadows,
on the valleys below.

The world is calling your name, calling for you,
there are so many things that you can do.
Roam the pastures, and the fields,
climb the mountains, explore the valleys.

The world is a marvelous place,
filled with grand adventure.
Gold, love, and magnificent sights,
all in just one night.

Because someday, you will shrivel and die,
just like the rest of us,
we all live the same life.

So get out there, and enjoy it while you can,
'cause someday will come,
where you lose the upper hand.

The world is a marvelous place,
filled with grand adventure.
Gold, love, and magnificent sights,
all in just one night.

I’ve been coasting down Granite State back roads
Twisting and winding
Intertwining with my thoughts
There’s an awful lot of road ****
Carnage in the streets
Bloodied and beaten to death
Memories so keen yet smeared
I breathe in
Cigar smoke slithers down my throat
I cough up a dead squirrel
It reeks of nostalgia
I pick up the corpse and toss is out of the car
Into a fire dancing across the road and up into the trees
I breathe in once more
Crisp, cool
But it burns
Fall always comes on so strong

I broke down and wept yesterday,
at the sight of my grandparents grave.
Clutched dead grass in my trembling hands,
ripped it from the haunted lands.

Every year, it comes and goes,
the days I hoped would never come.
They say it gets easier with time,
though each year, it's another mountain to climb.

But sometimes,
you realize,
it can't get much worse.

Sometimes,
you realize,
it doesn't always hurt.

I leave just like I always do,
struggling to bid them both adieu.
Rolling through the ghostly fields,
I wonder if it's all even real.

Another punch right in the gut,
leaves me fighting to get out of this rut.
Much like every day of my life,
filled with so much anger and strife.

But sometimes,
you realize,
it can't get much worse.

Sometimes,
you realize,
it doesn't always hurt.

And sometimes,
you realize,
it can't get anymore dead in a graveyard,
no matter how many black clouds roll by.
It can't get anymore dead in a graveyard,
no matter how many showers pour down.

It can't get anymore dead in a graveyard.

It can't get anymore dead in a graveyard.

It can't get anymore dead in a graveyard,
no matter how many people die.

I'm sorry to say,
it's a habit of mine.
Pushing away,
time after time.

Never thought I'd have you,
but what can I say?
I took you for-granted,
and I just didn't care.

I like to get lost in myself,
lost in myself.
Got my money, got my wealth,
I'm lost in myself.

Now if I said, that I cared,
well I do apologize.
To me, didn't mean a thing,
must have been drunk or high.

And if you thought, it was forever,
well I'd laugh in her face.
Whatever we actually had,
was a big disgrace.

I like to get lost in myself,
lost in myself.
Got my money, got my wealth,
I'm lost in myself.

Got my money, got my wealth,
got my money, got my wealth.
I'm in love, with myself,
don't need love, got myself.

The pool in my backyard has turned green,
and not the kind of green you write poetry about.
It's not a vibrant, spring fling green,
but a murky and tiresome green.

It's not the kind of green you write poetry about,
for it doesn't flow freely in the breeze.
It does not represent freedom, nor nature,
or anything in between.

It's still, it's stagnant, it's gripping and mean,
a green you don't want growing in your heart,
a green that will consume and tear you apart,
a green you won't write poetry about.

My pool has turned a menacing green,
that rattles my brain and keeps me awake,
that floods my thoughts with each breathe I take,
and defiles my soul everyday.

My pool has turned an unforgettable green,
that rots and haunts all of my dreams.

If you think about it, it's sad,
how at the end of this charade,
we're buried in the ground,
and left there to decay.

We work so hard throughout our lives,
work to the bone,
just to be judged,
by a man on a throne.

But life's had me questioning recently,
what's real and what's a hoax.
Is the great beyond really real,
or a story handed down by old folk?

Because I sure hope that soldier,
that I saw buried today,
will go up to that great beyond,
and not lie there and decay.

I mean, after all,
he deserves it more than me.
He worked so hard, worked to the bone,
to support a family.

So God bless you, my grandfather,
for you, God waits.
Just promise you'll be the first to greet me,
at the pearly gates.

I stare into your eyes,
as they stare through me.
A blank grey canvas,
staring through infinity.

Your skin is pale,
as white as snow.
Where your mind is,
no one really knows.

How long ago,
did you lose control?
When exactly,
did you lose all hope?

The tiny holes,
all up and down your arms,
sites for the injection,
you never meant any harm.

But now my heart is torn,
and bent out of shape.
It pains to see my best friend,
with such a blank face.