I have two brothers
who hunt and fish
they camp and hike
love sports and drink
have the perfect jobs
drive brand new cars
in debt up to there necks
have the perfect families
they think there always right
fight tooth and nail

if you are not like them
you do not exist
they have nothing nice to say
they have nothing to do with you
you are not a man
you are not a person
you are not a human being

I am not a man
in there opinion

With every kiss I cast,
I hope I hold you right,
my little wishing well.

You told me my sad eyes,
cut you like hot knives,
I buried my head below your whys,
did that make it alright?

My pretty one, of you, I'm terrified,
my monstrous actions you pacify,
sweet words fall from your sweet heart
and warm whatever purity is left in me.

All our barriers broken,
the secrets gently spoken,
all alone in my room,
I took some time
to resurrect with you.

This will be the last Fall my eyes will ever see
And when I'm gone , I'm asking you
Live Autumn just for me

Watch the sickly leaves as they gently try to fall
Dont ever take for granted
for nature gives her all
Theres beauty everywhere
look and let it be
And when I'm gone
remember now
Live Autumn just for me

When the Fall is over and I draw my final breath
Love me and caress me- till I'm immersed in death.

The enemy's at the gate,
He's
black,
white,
brown,
yellow

He's
Muslim,
Christian,
J­ewish,
Atheist,
Buddist,
Hindu.

He's,
a revolutionist,
a communist,
a capitalist,
an extremeist,
a terrorist,
an infidel

He's got,
cluster bombs,
weapons of mass destruction,
heat seeking missiles,
the atomic bomb.

He's
going to **** your women,
burn your house down,
eat your children,
and drink your blood.

REMEMBER THIS AT THE POLLING BOTH
AND VOTE ONE------FEAR!

8th November 2010

When I sleep


Everything is just the same


You are still my darlin' dear

And I'm still the boy that's on your brain


When I sleep


Everything still feels alright


You're still smilin' back at me

in my dreams, throughout the night


When I sleep


I can talk to you again


I can ask you how your day was

I can ask you how you've been


When I sleep


I don't question why you left


I don't question where you went

And I don't question your great theft


But when I wake

All the pain

returns

times three


That's why I sleep

And sleep

While I'm asleep,

from this anguish

I am free


When I wake

I see that lonely space

and cry


The place I felt your sweet embrace

in my bed,

where you used to lie

Fond memories caught within a sound swirl like smoke rings
in my mind.
Dancing in the shadows of a empty floor.

Closed we are in thoughts times of past need to return.
She questions my words but I answer so very true.
Were actors in the play so overdue to end.

Bottles reflect a glimmer of a feeling I can no longer pretend.
the record skips only to repeat again.
The windows show another broken try,
Forclose the madness happiness for sale if you understand the lie.

I found it a chore not a plessure to speak.
Were togather in misery told to create yet persecuted
in the whim of another.

Broken are the  bounds I found nothing to hold true.
The butcher  takes the pen the writer has only to breath
to create.
Fight but what of the battle and its failure to end?

The storm has started
But ive gone inside a viewer to the insanity I refuse to play.
Sometimes you have to wipe the slate clean to start new.

The sound tells of a place I no longer wish to recall.