all my friends know
i always loved spiders
since i got bit...from a recluse..by a fire

i love them now
these weird creepy crawlies
i own them in fact...they cure the phobias

please don;t **** them
they won't hurt you
they eat all the bad bugs...that always bite you

the biggest i seen..was three feet across
on the side of a house
like something from lost

now i pick them up gently you see
and put them outside..and let them be
there here for a reason...so don't get so mad
if you **** these fine creatures...it will make me sad

you don't have to pet them...just wait and see
the one in your hair is just lookin for peace
next time you step on a spider of sorts
think of the godly recourse

they do not eat much
they try to stay hidden
most of them small...and black as  kitten

love that spider ..and watch him grow...
from a small adolesent ...to the size of a crow
dont run from a spider....he means you no harm
hes looking for comfort away from the storm

now i love spiders...there's no going back
oh  no now to think of it.......i hope i'm never attacked...

money it seems......has little value
men will die...i'm tryin to tell you
its true what they say.....money is evil
grown men will cry
and jump from the steeple

rich get richer...and the poor they are dyin
there tryin to work....and just keep on buyin
we over spend it's our nature within
some of try to pretend we don't sin

we gamble it ...burn it and throw it away
this little green paper...with presidents say
you don't have enough..and you never will
it's the nature of the beast....this funny paper bill

how can you make...both ends meet
when you have no money..or nothing to eat
i lived in a shelter...and saw men shot.....for a simple thing..called a ten spot

money is known..to ruin a nation...it's done it before..
without hesitation..

it will never end...its bussiness at hand
the dollar bill will always stand....
you work your week...and cash your check
just to sigh and hand it back

we invented an item...that criminals want
they will take it at gun point
and you will be shot....

money oh money...what is your plan
will you ever stop shrinking....or killing the man...
cash is not king....because kings are great
money carries with it...so much hate..

i ******* and moanin as you can see
but if i win the lottery....
you'll never see me.........

I am not a poet
i certainly know it
but these rhymes in my head
i must write them...and show it

on this site
there are beautiful words
they come from the minds
of those ..such as yours

poems are beautiful
they may make you cry
the rhymes that i write
you'll ask yourself why

i'm a big fan of seuss
the dr. of who's
does it show very much
or no..such luck

i love to read what you people write
your words are sound
your words are bright

maybe someday...i can do the same
but in the meantime...i've something to say
i know the difference between the varities
poems and odes and lyrical remedies

i love all that you write
keep up the good work
i'll start leaving comments
on superior work.....

my work is dark
and dreary too
i will write something special
just for you.......

you'll know when you see it...
it will be sad and blue
on wings of a dove
without the dark hue.....

what makes you a poet
i do not know
but the thoughts we all write
are certainly true
of love and brutality
and thing's that are cruel

i see many styles...amongst all these pages
none like my own....god somebody save us
i'm tryin my best....it's all new to me
i'm digging much deeper...you probably see

in case your wondering...i must tell you this
i miss dr suess and his lickity split
but something is real....i know for a fact...
i am but a man
who does like green eggs...with bacon not ham.......

our shadow is there
it's always around
when the sun goes away
it can never be found

it follows us everywhere
all over town
its black and its murky
it don't make a sound

it will not come out...on most rainy days
it plays hide and seek...
in the fog and the haze

i thought that i lost...
my shadow one day
then it came out of nowhere
and stood in my way

he circles us daily
to capture the sun
like a vampire ghost
always on the run....

this shadow of ours
it's always been here
no matter what you think
or might even say
you have it forever
during the day

it's always been there
even when you can't see it
its not magic at all
you can believe it......

we live a life ...so short and sweet
to meet the god ...who made us meek
we live to die
this much i know
our time is short
so is the show
we live to die...i say again
prove me wrong ...if you can
enjoy your blessings ...while you can
there is no time to understand
we live to die.....it's just a fact......
you eat and sleep...and break your back.....
you here me now...believe me later
all this time ...we **** ..like slayers
we live to die...we can't change that ....
its newtons law
its just a fact......

the shelf in the corner
of my room
comes to life and starts to loom
it slides the halls...and scratches the walls
it looks for life....and breaks my *****
it lives it breathes..it talks to itself
it killed my cat...and nearly my wife
my shelf at night it comes to life
i want to end this terrible sight
it goes back to sleep at the first daylight
this shelf of mine...that looms at night
it makes the noises...it gives me fright
i want to live...i want to fight
this shelf of mine is now for sale
i hope it leaves
i can not fail
please someone buy this beautiful gem
before it takes my mind again.......

i'm from new haven
don't care for it much
gunfire is common...with the kids in a bunch
i heard the cracks...of nines everyday
the police could not stop it...anyway
one cold winter night ...in the midst of december
i saved the life of a kid who was limber
i heard five shots...and went to the window
saw nothing at first...and then saw....the teen rolling in pain
the look on his face ..oh so vain
i put my finger.......in the hole in his chest
put my knee on his legs to keep him at rest
while all this time..waiting for new havens best
late that summer...as i worked on my car.....
a voice rang out...was from afar....
he said your the one...that helped me survive
the one i will thank for the rest of my life......
two weeks later..as i lay in my bed
the store down stairs...was robbed yet again
the crack of the gun...yes here we go once more
was a 380...bullet that came through the floor....
it lodged in my mattress ......gods honest truth
i always will have the  horrible truth
today it's a necklace i wear on my neck....
to remind me of new haven
and why i left.......

the statue of liberty....stood proud that day
like she has..for many decades
she heard the engines....and looked to see
the towers get hit......she couldn't believe
she bowed her head....tears in her eyes
and whispered to her self...no one could survive
she lifted her head...and stood like a queen
she was needed now ..her bright tint of green
she said bring it on...some countries are mean
she can not believe what she has seen
she'll stand there forever...come what may
in that beautiful new york city bay.....
you won't hurt us again...we learned are lesson
are guard won't be down....it is our blessin.......