Some times people read a
book by the cover, they judge
by what is on the outside.

Never taking time to open it
to read a page or two, and
then realize that the cover
has changed along with there
view.

Always read a little before
you judge, for to many judge
a book by the cover of
the book before opening
it up.

They call me evil, but I am in you,
cocooned till I am released, the
trigger is in you. It just needs that
incident that something, to give
birth to me within you.

I am like a butterfly of darkness,
my wings are spreading releasing
the evil within. I couldn't do these
things with out you, but you are not
alone, everyday I am released to do
the unspeakable.

Some have regret with what was
done, while others soak it up and
use it as a strength within.

Those others do not understand
that I am evil within, for I may
sleep to the grave. But in most I
am in some ways released, and
the black butterfly will once again
spread its wings within.

Forgiveness is a concious decision.
Forgetting a byproduct of time.

Soul Survivor
10W

Every butterfly
was first
a WORM!!!

Soul Survivor
6W

Your body's a temple.
Don't treat it like a

TENEMENT.

I create.
I compose.
I don't compare.
I don't compromise.

I'm compulive
On my little computer.
I don't consider.
I don't compete...

I create.


Soul Survivor

A dove flies over
the stone angel...

feather drifts down.


Soul Survivor
10W

They once called me crazy
I've since been deemed sane

Is it insanity
When I call out your name

In the middle of the night
Alone in my bed

My heart it bleeds sorrow
I can't hear your name

It drives me to madness
I'm going insane

I can't call you up
I can't knock on your door

Each time I think of you
I'm wanting you more

I wake in the darkness
A terrible fright

I don't feel any warmth now
I can't see the light

I try to forgive you
I try to let go

I still think about you
I thought you should know

I stand up
Leave a rose on your stone

Say my goodbyes
And walk myself home

I am but
a slave to
the voice of money...

Your a
memory I
want tattooed in to my mind....

Princess in my eyes, my little lady
is my life, a smile that shines up my
day. Seeing her blows the Grey clouds
away.

Shes ditsy, you ask her to look for
something, 'CANT FIND IT' two
seconds I look, its there on the ground.

She is smarter than she looks, her
imagination has no bounds, creative
little madam, but like a hurricane
when ideas pop out, tidy up your
mess a sigh is heard coming out.

There is no other than my little girl,
shes my little princess who looks
after her little brother and sister
to make sure manners are said
and two play hide and seek,
''FOUND YOU'' can be heard
shouted out.

Shes daddies girl, mummies shadow
when we go out. I wouldn't be with
out her shes my little princess with
out a doubt.