Oh, zombie of mine
Please take the time
To sit and realize
Your mortal crime

The way that your eyes
Still follow mine
Tell me inside
You're no friend of mine

And I wish that this knife
With which,  you'll be surprised
To learn and surmise
That you can be dead,
Long before you may die.

My Ladders, They take me.
Your Stones, They brake me.
I despise the latter.

Throw your
Arms to
The broken
Hearted.

The Trouble with HOPE,
Is Some HOPE for Trouble.

Your lies; anvils.
Been beaten into me by both sides.

Both shoulders;  Scully/Moulder.
Knew, here/then, something always lay in both eyes.

Lions on lions; pride over pride.
You sipped the straw. Stared at him.
My forced convoluted self-sacrifice.
Am I Seattle? O' sleepless? Save it.
Night after night.

This is not worth it; dirt.
So when you wake up [with]
[Morrow's coffee; my t-shirt],
I'll already be,

Dusk; gone and over it.

Memories,
        Haunt me like playful Ghosts.
I can Never,
        Get used to Things that Scare me.

Whispers **** hunger,
Poisoning the hour,
Resting forever, as the second hands swing.

Stop watching me.

If silence were violent,
It'd be killing me.
A trembled sigh,
Knots the tie.

Swallowing my pride,
I shape up to the shame.

Face the day.
Erase the hate,
Tomorrow...

Hello
crazy happy
a toast to you
and all
your giving

Live your dream,
                             And Die.

I                                Up
  still
        have                  
                some
                        tricks        
                                        my
                                              sleeve
                                                         that
                                                                could
                                                                                     you
                                                                                            off
                                                                                                 your
                                                                                                         feet.
                                                                        **Sweep

Let's Set our hearts on Fire,
The burn will keep them from bleeding.

My whole world
can be described
by my addiction
to you

My storms turn White
When Your hand
Touches Mine.

Like A FIRE in the Summer SUN,
                             ..... You Took the BEST of *ME

We dance in the days,
That have already come.
As we rise to greet,
Where our futures come from.
But what matters most,
Is seen not as fun.
So please, with our grace,
Let us live,
                   For Today.

I wish so much to be
Indivisible
A tie without ties
A dog without a dive

I feel like a rusted fork
In the beauty that binds
So much red and orange
To something so lacking
I still feel as sharp as ever
But am I?

Engraved in the saved slave's heart
Is a mark before marks,
With chains laiden dark
Does weight really matter
When you('ve) never a start

I should feel freedom
Where I see wandered eyes
It's a shame I can see them,
Glares besting ice

The only tools I had I used to build You up
And now that tools I haven't
What tools can I use to build myself
My future, my family, my strength.

It's a blessing to be a free
But I do not get free blessing
Because those that horde it
Savor the chessing

Free?
I am not free.
And you,
You gave me nothing.