it's hard the word i'm sorry and
the clouds today
are a bit
cut of light
draping easily with so("

     i,m sorry,,

the way i've notbeen
and haven't said)

the way i love you the way i love you the way i love you. i love

and the roughness of cotton,
the blithe softly flow,
snow and petal broken;

a stream instantly chaste
between the thighs of mountains
(your coming mouth
and how many times have i remembered
the hard droll moment of your intense clovers
parting through a sea of dark leaves
the slenderest gap of life to emit
its thrilling nonsense a gown of roses?)?

i do not or have wondered
on the cutting into the hillsides roads
when driving in Summer
and the sprightly children of dandelions
tumble daftly serene

And want to **** my timid notion
amongst the thorn'd stems of your garden
(where burying is easy
and death never came from the ground
and only life was grass, and flowers, and kissing

forever

                )))(

she yearns for freedom;
and craves to be liberated.
she wants to be released
like a bird, she says.
but i look at her
and whisper,
*even the birds are
chained to the sky.

Dark and thick,
It pours out over my tongue
On to the paper, through my
Chipped teeth.
The hand prints,
They aren't even mine that
Spread all over the
Canvas for words. It
Crawls out from inside
Like a sickness.
Hot and bubbly, the
Ink drips out. It tastes so
God awfully bad.
Arms buckled and nails
Scratching on the old wood
The retching fails to cease
Bringing nothing but
More Ink.
But nothing
Comes out.

He did not understand the storm within his mind; as his thoughts would turn towards humankind,
He thought of the hate within his life,
but his thoughts were pure,
as he analyzed the strife,
and contemplated a cure.
But behind the greatest intentions,
and all of man's creations,
there is a whirlwind of temptations,
which must be pushed in the right path.
But with all the greed and the hate,
and surrounded by sin's bait,
things will go awry,
as it is only fate.
So with his heart as pure as gold,
slowly melting as he gets old,
always doing as he's been told,
until his heart is covered in mold.
And with his distraught inside,
slowly going bad with age,
he realizes his dreams have died,
while living life out in a cage.

dont sit there and cry when the past as gone
dry up all your tears and with your life move on
dont sit there and think how it used to be
take it from your mind delete the memory
time will make you heal as you move along
its time to make a change stand up and be strong
start again a new make a brand new start
and love you lost will comeback to your heart

Depression isn't when you know
That everything around you
Is going wrong
and you feel sad,
Depression is when you know
That everything around you
Is going right
And you still feel you sad.

Mystery women
your my mystery queen
just like Cleopatra I'm bound to your scene
all that you do brings me to see
everything in this world man you know it isn't free
listen to her words
for they will show you the truth
of all that you hide behind and everything beneath
your heart is a rocket, ready to launch
but nobody knows exactly what time
and space will do to you now
so we all sit and wait for our mystery queen to lecture the crowd

Here we go around and around in this world
Russia is trying to take us all down
reminds me of ******
he has a hidden agenda
but not many can see beyond all the words
words that are spoken
illusion of peace
disgrace
time to replace