You walk around and live
with this self detonating bomb
that you call heart

it aims for something good
and wishes something back in return

You nurse those cavities
because the heart longed for something sweet

now you have a broken legs
because the heart wanted to run fastest with those feet

and now,
that broken back because you told me
your heart thought it knows how to fly

and all you've got is that
cavity
broken legs
broken back

but at least you know
how to dream.

Two                      Men
Two                     Sides
One                     Goal
Protect                Home
Screams              Heard
Tears­                    Falling
Men                      Dying
Flags ­                   Waving
The                       Trenches

Bombs                  Exploding
Two                   ­    Men
Have                     Courage
Venturing             Across
No-Man's           Land
Meeting                in
             the middle
               To save
                  The
               Creature
                In need
Walking                 Back
Resuming              War
Their                      Treaty
­Soon                       Forgotten
By                           All
But                          The
Two                         Men

My blood has boiled to the brim of my skin,
burned my bones,
bled me dry,
now I can’t feel a thing,
but the weight of my shoulders drifting down on me.

You see,
anger runs through my veins like oxygen,
laces across my body,
tangles me within its grip,
I don’t dream because sadness runs my night routine,

Oh,
how dare this body let me sleep when there are human beings suffering?
I may wake up when the sun comes up,
while someone's child may never see daylight,
so who am I to sleep in peace,
when lives are taken away daily.

And who am I but a lost soul,
begging for a kinder world to wake up to.

Stick me in the washer
Spin me round and round
Put me on a cycle
Till my waste is found
Run me on the treadmill
Chase me up the hills
Look after my well being
Take the bitter pills
Look at what I’m eating
Only healthy food
No wine or whisky and certainly not;
No being rude!
Life’s about to change
I’ve to be a new man
Three stents in my arteries
I’m drafting up a plan
I’m thinking of a six pack
And growing new dark hair
Refreshing all my teeth and gums
And going round quite bare
I think I’ll be an icon
Like George or John or Paul
And spread the words of peace and love
From off the subway wall.

Alone and afraid,
she grabs for a knife;
Depression will end,
this twelve-year old's life.
-
She places the blade,
against her small wrist;
Makes a small incision,
she could not resist.
-
She watches the blood;
as it runs down her arm;
She just can't go on,
they've done too much harm.
-
Her mind flashes back,
to a time and a place;
When they left her defiled,
and they made her ashamed.
-
She pushes down harder,
'til the blade meets the bone;
'Tis the only way,
she could escape from her home.

I have been so lucky to know a dog...

To know the enduring love of mud puddles and everything pure.

To know joyfulness in a greeting,
and the happiness of eating a stick.

To know gentleness and nuzzling,
and the softness of fur blowing in a breeze.

To know a wagging tail and the thumping of paws on the floor.

I have been so lucky to know a dog...