We seek happiness like an unfulfilling dream
but there it is right in front of us.
Small precious moments in our everyday lives.
Moments which hold so little, but they are
acting like a counterweight to the so cold face of pain.
Pain which comes in waves.
You feel helpless, you can't fight it,
and you don't even know if you'll make it.
It plunks your entire world into one fine point
and when that wave goes away you feel
relief just for a moment.
Then it comes back to remind you.
Don't give in.

Get out of my thoughts
Get out of my mind
I have to forget you
And leave you behind

But every time I see your face
Every time you come close
I'm filled with this awful grace
I try to resist but have no choice

I love you, and I will always do
Although I know you're blind
I know I cannot forget about you
But please get out of my mind

Now it starts, the game is on
The time is here, it has begun
The biggest game in both our lives
The greatest price if we both survive

The game may bring us happiness
The game may bring us tears
The game may bring us sadness
The game may bring us cheer

You and I we both can win
You and I may tie
Don't give up, give it a try
But if you loose you'll surely die

Have you ever truly tried
To change your mind
Of all those ways
We're taught to think

Like how to measure human life
On a blueprint of love and hate
All those years of fairy tales
Invisible spirits tied to fate

Have you ever questioned
Your mother's sighs
Or your father's
Heated rage

How could we have navigated
Through the darkness
Of our youth
Freshly developed brains
Washed in vintage child abuse

But here and now
Is where it starts
The evolution of our hearts...

Ode to those condemned
Whose hearts are marked with sin
Who craved the light that blinds
Those poor soul's tricked by mind

From towns too small move on
From the mount to high leap off
From the world so cruel
Where hypocrites rule
Change your name
And let your heart be lost


Ode to the Lost and Forgotten
Abandon and labeled as rotten
In their hearts disappear
In their rear view mirrors
Condemned to the low down trodden...

My home is the earth,
It should be the sky,
I've dug myself down,
Instead of up high.
Becoming what shouldn't,
My soul is a mess,
I'm writing more poems,
Not getting dressed.
Hiding away in the place I call home,
It's not within bricks,
It's when I'm alone.  
But what do I do,
When I want to talk?
I listen to music,
Or go for a walk.
But all of these things,
They're all distractions,
I want to feel whole,
Not just as a fraction.
I want to get high,
And paint all the pictures,
Write all the words,
Not simply read fiction.
I want to live.