Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

I needed to pull myself out of a dark place
I decided that my thoughts would be my ace
Close my eyes and I only hear saving grace

Keep going, I can feel you want to quit
Forget the past and remember the torch is already lit
Don't be divided by the seven ten split
Just be mindful of the one you decide to hit

The choice is yours
Life is exciting or it bores
At times it whispers
At times it roars
At times it's an eagle and it soars

I come down to land
And think it's grand
To see my world in my hand

Yet slightly out of grasp
When things go wrong I no longer gasp
I'll stop and say


Hey


I'll look for a better day

Standing alone in silence, on a cliff made of diamonds,
I look down at the world and see it for what it truly is.
The sick grow weary, children starve on the street,
the rich grow mighty, the poor continue to beg at their feet.
The world leaders continue to speak, filling the pockets of the elite,
with each drop of innocent blood, our humanity grows bleak.
All alone I watch in silence, as the innocent are slaughtered;
since the beginning of time, mankind has chosen to live in darkness, where they stay mesmerized day after day.

Holding hands with a child, I look deep into her eyes,
I see a beautiful creation, I see a magnificent light.
Then we rose into the heavens and joined the legion of innocent lives.
Standing alone in silence, I watch the diamonds in the sky.

half toothless and half truthless
his stubborness can be ruthless
living half a century ago
not up to date with what we currently know
he move's so slow you wonder if he's ever passed go

calls current truths propaganda
he look's for knowledge in outdated memoranda
living in the past because modern days are too fast
a young fellow shouldn't listen unless he wants to end up in last

but he still has some soundness
what he says is sometimes the profoundest
he can make you think twice
and doesn't care if it isn't nice
but he'll still show compassion in his outdated fasion
long lost was his life filled with passion

the young and the old will continue to clash
but it's up to the youth to not act rash
because at one point that old man was like you
so decisive that his convictions were absolutely true
wouldn't the world be perfect if we both only knew