Sitting in my car at the stoplight
waiting to race towards another,
a slight flutter of yellow
attracts my impatient eye.

In the center of cranberry,
pumpkin and russet robed trees,
a crown of golden leaves
gracefully brushes the air.

Each leaf splotch hangs against the sky
for a mere second then meanders its
way toward a soft fall bed.

I wish I could stand
under the spray of leaves,
drops of yellow falling on my
hair and nose,
my arms and my shoes,
until, finally
I meld into her canvas.

Instead,
I race towards the green,
cursing
gray skies and
forgotten umbrellas.

Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,

Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us

He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore

I’m normal outside
He’s evil inside
I’m Dr.Jekyll and
He’s Mr.Hyde
I try to be true
He tries to be cruel
I’ll hold you gently but
He’ll smother you
My clothes will impress you
And my claws will undress you
I’m normal outside
He’s evil inside
I’m Dr.Jekyll and
He’s Mr.Hyde
My charms will beguile you
And my arms will defile you
Me...I’m on the side of the angels
But the devil is my best friend
Sin is a way of life
Saints are for suckers
Welcome to the underworld
I start where nightmares end
Two for the price of one
Two....for the price of....one?
I’m normal outside
He’s evil inside
I’m Dr.Jekyll and
He’s Mr.Hyde
I try to be true
He tries to be cruel
I’ll hold you gently but
He’ll smother you
My clothes will impress you
And my claws will undress you...

Here comes the rain;
Washing away my pain.
Making me feel so relieve,
Giving me reasons to believe.
Who do you expect to pay;
For my cold summer day?
For me, who's willing to cry?
I know no one, but the grieving sky.
Angels' tears continue to fall.
Melancholy rises to call.
As the rain embraces me,
Whispering "do not worry."
The pouring raindrops in my palm;
Is keeping my aching heart calm.
My lonely eyes can now hide its tears.
My sorrow can now vanish without fears.
As angels' tears continue to fall.

Have you ever felt that you're so alive
but later on you're nobody? Well,
that's how I've been feeling ever since I was a baby,
a little kid and as of now, a young adult.
Back then I was so scared
to go back to face my fears, but these things happen.
What is snow? What is white? And
what is darkness, between black and white? That is what I need to know.
When I'm mad and dangerous I go black. And when I'm happy and kind,
I go white. It is like two different kinds of me in two different kinds of worlds.
The good side of me in a world of clarity
and the evil side in a world filled with wickedness.
Who am I? What am I? Which two different kinds of me is the real me?
Now that question I do not know.
I must follow back to my footsteps and find out who I really am
and where I truly belong,
in one world or the other.

When I was a little boy my mother always told me that
there is no such thing as darkness,
but there is.
I saw it with my own two eyes.
I always swore to myself that I would never
go back there again.
Ever since I saw it,
hearing that horrible crowing
compelling me to have that same old nightmare.
I shiver violently
How long will this madness last?
Back in the past, people would always tell me
that whatever came around would go around.
The black crow, that which carries a burdance of unruly chances to my window
haunting me until the last breath.
How my heart desires for this to end,
but the fear of it ending me grows stronger each night.
But only God's time will come.
Among my patience, I will hold my family's portrait
while my blood drips of despair.
Like a young poet, whose blood embodies
justice and revenge
With this beautiful family portrait,
I can only feel love and hope...

Let me be your angel and let this bow and arrow be the
death of me from the top of the sky, from the top of the
hill;
an inspiration to write my will. Let me be your angel for
one last breath,
we're half-way there to death;
please don't forget this moment because if we do forget,
we might regret.
Let our love be together like the heavens and the earth.
Our love is like the tree of life that will never be chopped
down.
Your hair whisper quietly with the warm breezy wind
without any other words to be said.
I'm begging on my knees to see what is right in your
eyes.
I see that with her love is my life and with my life is her
love.
Let me be your angel for one last time, for our one last
kiss that will give us the flashback of our good
memories.
Let the next special person be the next angel for all of
our sakes.
Trust your ghost, trust your heart,
and the most important thing, trust your dreams to live a
better lifestyle than me
for one last love and for one last smile...