id like to be buried among the kings
                   and walk with the dead soldiers
                                      id like to meet the boat man and tell him
                                                                                               it was all a lie

id like to see every god
                   the people once believed
                                      and let them know
                                                                                               i never did

id like to pay the toll
                   in less than wealth
                                      and know that thats all
                                                                                               thats needed

id like to know where we went wrong
                   and if we can grab the chance to fix it
                                      as it passes us by and is to late to say that
                                                                                               we were wrong

id like to think this is a good place
                   to know it wasnt all in vain
                                      to think of all the losses
                                                                                               and not count them as such


id like
                   id like
                                      I would like;
                                                                                               To know Life.

It's as if you were one
Of those negatives,

Those
Atom shadows

Etched, on a ladder,
Painting the trim
On a house in
Japan

Still,
And poetic.

And, I suppose,
when it comes right down to it
We're all teetering



But metaphors are cheap,
And easy,
Like cold liquor on a hot summer night

In the crisp morning air I breath deep and stand at the bridge looking out to the sea.
The rocks will never mean the same thing and the sand will never again belong to me.
Light from the sun rises but it will never be like the dawn before.
No one is here but me and the wind seeps through my jacket and into my bones.
I remember when I sat waiting for her to awake and the times we all sat and waited for nothing,
but now I wait for the past as the future brings me the present.
Yet, nothing can compare to what has already been shared and because of that I sit and think of how I long for yesterday.

The frost is always the whitest
On the corn-crib and the barn,
The house is always the quietest
When folks are asleep on the farm,

The locusts and crickets the chirpiest
Though they may not stay in tune,
The darkness is the nightiest
When there is no moon.

We are all closets.

Some of us keep our doors closed
Some of us leave our light on
Some people store things in us
Some people hide in us

And some of us walk around
With little Narnias inside that
Other people yearn to escape to
But we're afraid to search for them
Because we don't want to find a monster

In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
By sharp and flame, the thought reveal
That he the metal, she the stone,
Had cherished secretly alone.

When you give it out.. I have to take your love and look away, like taking a shot. I’m  trying not to feel what’s coming.  Cause this truly hurts me inside. Hurting because  I want to give it back, but to you it’s just an aimless, playful nothing in your eyes. Only if you knew how cruel you where being. Because I will never be able to love you the way I want. Because of the unforgiving and forgetfulness inside your heart.  please let it go..

Embarrassed faces don't give,
Sinking into a ****** death,
Show real love next time and
Start feeling the open passion.
Stop the natural fear and,
Sacrifice the stress.