My life
       has
            been many
                       hard
                              steps to
                                 climb
                                         but when
                                          I reached
                                                        the top
                                                      I looked
                                                                ­  Down and
                                                             ­           though
                                               ­                                     it was
                                                                ­                      hard
                             I had stepped above my worries and left them in the past.

Just because I'm old and it takes
me an hour to get from A to B,
never judge me as you don't
know who I was the things in
life I have seen.

Age brings knowledge, its brings
arthritis in my left knee, you think
you have seen things son, Ive been
in wars seen **** you never want
to see.

I may look useless but thats the
secret you see, for the old were
young once we fought with knuckles
not like you ******* with guns
and knifes, thats the way of *******.

You may lift a finger to me, but ill just
grab it snap it back, lets see you give the
finger now ya little punk, ill break the
other two if you disrespect me.

I may be old but that doesn't make me
weak, I have knowledge and experience,
kid you just came out your *****, so
think when you speak to your elders.
for we may seem weak and frail but
we can teach you youngsters a thing or three

PARTY HARD let the music
vibrate your soul, its got
to be done just let go. hands
in the air waving around,
head moving like you been
electrocuted by the music in
your mind.

Lets get this party going, let
the beat **** you, and the
vibrations bring you back
to life. PARTY HARD don't
ever care what others think.

You may end up with no shirt,
swinging it in the air, what
is this 1986. You need to let
your hair down even if your
bald. Lets PARTY HARD like
its the last party ever on planet earth.

Tired and sweating
A tangle of limbs
Passionate kissing

Exploring their love
Thought to be gone
Been together so long

Still much in love
They're starting to see
He still loves her
She still loves he

I'd love to hop a train
To see where it goes

Close my eyes and sit back
Hear the wind blow

Watch the country flow by
I swim through the fields

I float through the valleys
Upon many wheels

Somewhere my journey
Will end I'm quite sure

I hope to end
Where the air is still pure

I hope that you're happy
You know who you are

You've driven our fair angel
Away from our hearts

She's leaving us all
Because of a few

I tried to persuade her
I don't know what to do

A heart that is pure
Is easily hurt

Her heart was ripped out
And thrown in the dirt

I think I can say for everyone here
All of us shall miss you
You're beautiful my dear!

My heart on my sleeve
It pumps and it bleeds

More than you'd think
Too often it seems

Too trusting ,too naive
I just want to believe

That there's somebody out there
Waiting just for me

Who knows,eventually
We'll meet

The time now upon us
Great prophets foresaw

Country against country
Disregard for the law

Blood will be shed
Blood and tears fill the streets

A God looking down
Does no more than weep

A world he created
Will extinguish itself

Now this will happen
If we don't have his help

One thing I remember
And remember it well

He only helps those
Who help themselves

Now it's our problem
And we must find a cure

We all need to listen
And hear what is pure

I feel, yet I can not touch,
my fingers roll across it
like waves on the sand, but
I do not feel that which I
do touch.

I see you in front of me, but
is you I see, is it just pixels
retrieved from a memory, I
cant trust what I see through
eyes that don't really see.

I try to shed a tear, thinking
of emotions, but no tear drops
flow. I am emotionless if a tear
does not drop, to show that I
moved by the feelings that are
inside of me, how am I meant
to show joy or sadness with
nothing to show.

I walk along I feel my feet as
they hit the floor but not a sound
of softness but a grinding as my
feet do touch the floor, I look to
the ground to feel it under foot
but all I feel is that it is cold to
the touch. Will I ever feel the
warm sand between my toes
once again or is it asking to much.

I was made more than I was,
but have I lost the most precious
things just to make me better than
I was am I still me or am I just
wires with a my brain in a pickle jar.
I want to feel, I want to see, I want
to be me. But is that now lost now
there is more machine than me.

They are a
family, who
have become one.

Brothers to the end,
protect each other no
matter what may come.

They go where they
must to do what is
right, to keep the wolf
from the door, to
keep there country
safe from the dark night.

Beware the petals of which you pluck,
as though the stalk may have the thorns,
the petals can cut sharper than any thorn
may go instead.
  
For beauty is an illusion that can hide a
worse fate, to lie on a bed of petals a
thousand paper cuts dilute you innocence
lying  on a layer of silk knifes.
  
I would have taken the thorns any day,
as they show you what they are. Instead of
hiding the secrets within beauty more trouble
for the unwise who fear the thorns.

Though it is the petals that have the deppest cut instead.

They float above me
I pluck them like fruit
Juicy words that I bite
Into to, the taste creative
Juice flowing.

I pick many to get my fill,
I may be greedy as i plucked
Words to fill the page, I must
Release, let go once plucked
out of the air and let them be
used by another.

I choose my words floating
around I pluck them when
needed, but I know That I must
let others float on, like fruit
I consume them to bring forth
thought words to paper out of thin air.

I burn on the inside the
flame of love like ******
on my heart, I think of yesterdays
the day we meet and a
spark was ignited in my
life.

It burned through my
heart incinerating my
mind with thoughts of
the love that like a sun
burns bright.

I am ignited, your love
burns through my skin, if
I were to be ashes the
love you give to me would
still burn in the embers,
as my heart is aflame  
and you are the light that
ignites it into my life...