Sometimes,
I just want to cry,
but I can't,
and that makes me want to cry more.

can you believe the world ends tomorrow,
it just started yesterday.
I forgot what happened today.

He walked up to me while I was on the phone,
he had a paper bag with mystery.
The river flowed as my discomfort grew,
he waved and smiled then turned around,
he lost something in his pockets,
how deep do pockets get,
he wouldn't show me,
I don't think he could,
maybe a knife.
I've never been mugged before,
never even been in a fight,
I was anxious for aggression
but got scared so I walked away.
He never found what he was looking for
in those santa claus pockets,
I saw the blanket behind the bush,
I saw him walk to it and lay down,
he drank from his paper bag,
he wan't aggressive,
he just wanted me to leave so he could go home,
go home to forget he ever left

sometimes I try to sound more grown up than what I feel.

I wish there were giants
so I could sleep on their chests.

Watching new men die
For ideals of the old
We live we live we live
Yet die.
And for what?
Forgotten dreams of dead men
Who we found still float.
Do you understand that death is not our enemy
That our enemies aren't our ******* enemies
That that religion isn't any different from this one.
We wait for our savior to do our ugly work
To sweep these nightmares under the rug.
We watch as our brothers and sisters are *****
And drugged and killed.
We watch as our children become the rapists
The druggies and the dead
We watch as we become victims
As the world spins madly on
As love rots in or own hands
Because we watched.
How is this a world we choose to live in.
How is this a way to teach our children.
How is this our choice!
Because we don't know we have a choice
We don't know it's okay to feel
To cry
To scream
To laugh!
We don't know because it's not what we teach.
We don't know
And we won't know until we decide to help each other
When we learn to help ourselves.
Then we can teach our kids
Then we can change
Then we can choose.

There was once a man,
he was short and had freckles and he had hands,
hands that crushed apples,
he'd joke and say
"I don't need blenders"
we'd laugh,
but I always thought he wasted an apple,
this man was rough,
like concrete cinder blocks,
imagine rubbing your knuckles on those,
I saw this man fly once,
his eyes were wild,
I could see his chest burning as he said
"Never let it die"
I never knew you fell as you flew.
There was once a man,
this man knew that life held you by the toes whispering
"this little piggy"
a man who told life he didn't like pigs.
He was friends with Death,
He told Death to die and Death just laughed.
There was once a man,
and this man died,
with one finger in the air and a smile on his face,
I think he said more in death than he ever said in life,
he said...
there was once a man

Hey dear,
I saw fear,
He was quite near,
to me.
I was too afraid to say hi.

I miss something right now.


                                                                                   But...


                                           I don't know what it is.