I went to the store today, to buy a few things I need.

As I was standing in line, staring at the things to read.

A gentleman approached, with only one thing I could see.

I suggested he go first, he shouldn't have to wait for me.


He said "No thank you", but I couldn't understand why?

I had so many things, and he only had one item to buy.

I told him that it's really okay, and that I don't mind.

He smiled at me and said, "No thank you, but you are very kind".


"I am out of work right now, and I cannot afford to do more.

And so I walk a very long ways, each day I go to the store.

When I arrive I walk around, looking for something small.

I take my time and shop around, and pretend I'm at the mall".


"So I hope you understand, this is all I have to do.

I really am not lying, unfortunately this is true."

I let him stay behind me, with the only item he had.

And I couldn't be more thankful, even though I felt bad.

When I was a child, I began to build the wall.
And as I grew older, the wall became tall.
With confussion, sadness, loneliness, and dispair.
These were the bricks, that built my lair.

Nobody could ever know, the feelings that I kept.
I didn't even trust myself, during that time in which I slept.
The anger, distrust, fear, and guilt.
My foundation was strong, for this wall that was built.

I pushed everyone away, because of the shame I felt inside.
So I stayed behind my wall, and did my best to hide.
Then the years slowly passed, and now it is today.
I have hurt so many people, along the way.

The ones who have loved me, and tried to care.
Got there hearts ripped out, and it wasn't fair.
I had lost touch with myself, and it brings me to tears.
To remember the love, I have had through the years.

A mother is special, when she is like you.
Friends come and go, but you are always true.
When I was a baby, your protection I would need.
You taught me how to write, and even how to read.

When it comes to friends, you would be number one.
You have taught me a lot, and even made it fun.
There is no handbooks, and they don't tell you the rules.
But you did the best you could, with hardly any tools.

I know it is hard, to be a parent and a friend.
My love is always coming, in these letters that I send.
I hope to see you soon, you know I really do.
No matter our differences, we will never be through.

Take care of yourself, and know these words I say.
Have a positive and beautiful, Mothers Day!

I was born a sinner and my daddy prayed.

Every night of the week that my soul would be saved.

He gave all he could of his hard working hands.

Trying so hard, to keep me out of jams.

He did the best job he could, I know he did.

What did I know, I was just a kid.


My son is a sinner, still everyone cares.

When he goes before Christ, it'll be on a mountain of prayers.

His heart has been filled with solid gold.

I know his soul, has not yet been sold.

Weather it be greed or envy, I do not know.

His love for the lord, has begun to show.


I have worked hard for most of my life.

The more I want the harder I strive.

Still people are bothering me.

They say, "Come to the lord and you will see."

I cannot believe in something that is not there.

They say, "Let the Lord in and he will care."


In times of trouble, and times of need.

The Bible is where, most people will read.

If the Lord is the one you try to seek.

Believe in His word, and his blood you shall drink.

I tell you all, children of God.

Discipline the child, but do not spare the rod.


Before my daddy had past away.

I told him something, that made his day.

I disciplined the child, and didn't spare the rod.

And in the end, the child believed in God.

You see I am the child, I cleansed my soul.

Now God is in my heart, and I feel whole.


My daddy is in heaven, high above.

I reflect upon my life, and all of his love.

I believe in the lord, I know he is there.

When I see all the people, It is them that care.

Satan always temps me, he always dares.

When I go before Christ, It'll be on a mountain of prayers.

Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
Because your support, is what I need.
Teach me and guide me, and show me the way.
Help me to grow, each and every day.

I know it is hard, to believe in me.
But with your help, I will learn to see.
Give me some food, build me real strong.
With you by my side, we will prove them wrong.

And so we can do it, just you and I.
With some rain in the clouds, and the sun in the sky.
I know if I try, I will succeed.
Because you are the soil, the soil I need.

I know I can grow, so very tall.
With your help, I will never fall.
Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
Because your support, is what I need.

The demons in the dark, take my spirit every night.
I'm dragged from my dreams, to the nightmares I fight.
They remind me of my past, and my pain over the years.
I wake up hot and sweaty, my eyes are filled with tears.

Every night is the same, it will never go away.
I dread going to bed, only to awake the next day.
My memories are very terrible, my nightmares are much worse.
I wasn't born like this, so it must be some kind of curse.

I toss and turn all night long, hoping for a dream.
But nightmares haunt me while I sleep, they make me want to scream.
Peace is all I really want, a dream is all I seek.
Nightmares fill my head so strong, my mind is getting weak.

Rain drops are falling, on this chilly autumn day.

The trees are green, but the skies are grey.

Leaves cover, the saturated ground.

While the rain is making, a beautiful sound.

My pets are depressed, and so they sleep.

They all hate the rain, but the sun they will keep.

We have a glowing fire, that keeps us warm inside.

But come the winter time, it's here we will hide.

My laptop lay before me, as I type away this poem.

Relaxing by the fire, there's no place like home.

Sometimes when the days get long and boring,
the tiredness enters my restless mind.
My body becomes limp and fatigued,
and thoughts of suicide I will soon find.

As I close my eyes and think about my life,
I can only think about moving forward instead.
Moving from this life and into the next,
Passing on from the living and into the dead.

Its not a painful feeling that I have,
filled with anger, hate, or spite.
But a feeling of peace and serenity,
something that feels right.

Nobody I've told about this understands,
instead they think I should want to live.
But how can someone want to live,
when they have nothing left to give?

Sitting here in the dark

the power has gone out

so I think about my life

and where I am today

I think about the ones I love

as well as the ones who left

I hear the wind chimes

singing there beautiful song

It's funny how a clanging noise

can be so inspiring to me

with the woodstove

releasing the heat within

warms my body and heart

just like the love of Jesus

warms my soul

Every thing becomes so peaceful

when the power goes out

All the distractions are gone

and it's a time to focus

on the things that really matter.

What would happen

if the power went out on you

who would you turn to

who would get you through

what would you think about

what would you do

when the power goes out

on little ol' you

In a world like this,
I could cry every night.
To see the pain in there face,
is a really sad sight.

It's a jungle out there,
for those who do not know.
Soon there will be a war,
and the hunger will grow.

The starving and the cold,
will rise up in the rain.
Our prophecy has been told,
Through the living and the slain.

Down they will fall,
as the poor will rise.
On there knees they will crawl,
I see through these dark eyes.

Cities will be torn apart,
territories will be found.
Our country will have lost her heart,
her voice will have no sound.

I use to think that being on the outside looking in,
was the perfect life for me.
I did not love, or care, nor even hate,
I was completely free.

It was so much easier to be,
on the outside looking in.
There wasn't anyone there to hurt me,
or keep me from sin.

As the time had slowly passed me by,
sadness entered my empty heart.
I had become so very lonely,
I realized it's been there from the start.

And in the glass I was looking through,
my reflection I did see.
A sad and lonely, broken man,
who definitely wasn't free.

The pain was visible, and all to real,
in this reflection of a man.
Now he's older, the time has passed,
this wasn't part of the plan.

Though he see's a need to change,
and he knows it must be done.
It seems so much easier,
just to turn around and run.

No matter how hard he try's,
nobody want's him there.
They blow him off, and ignore him,
very few seem to care.

Remember me always, in everything you say.
The loving care and tenderness, I gave to you each day.
I'm sorry it had to be like this, I'm sorry I must go.
Remember me always, and the love I tried to show.

If love can bind our hearts so close, then friends we shall forever be.
And in these days of pain and sorrow, always remember me.
For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten son.
In this life that will be ending soon, it's to him, that I must run.

Remember me always, in everything you do.
The loving memories and thoughtful times, will always get you through.
It hurts for me to say this, it hurts so much to cry.
Remember me always, because someday, I am going to die.

Looking through this window, I see a life of joy.
A family that looks happy, with every girl and boy.
This could be any family, through this window that I see.
Secret's hide behind a door, in which I have no key.

The father might be doing drugs, the mother may not care.
The children could be real ******* up, and you'll never know it's there.
Looking through this window, I see a life of joy.
But looks can be deceiving, to every girl and boy.

There money could be real well spent, this family might be poor.
You take a guess to what is real, behind the bedroom door.
Abuse can happen, in many ways, but is it really true?
Looking through this window, there's nothing you can do.

This family acts real happy, there hearts are full of grace.
There are no facts behind these words, except the writing on there face.
A simple guess is all it takes, you better hope your right.
Looking through this window, you play it all by sight.

I might go to heaven,
I might go to hell.
It's the only way out,
farewell, farewell.

The sinners do hold me,
I see no shame.
That ******* disowned me,
he is to blame.

It's the only way out,
the only way I know.
I wish it could be different,
but different would be hell.

Tonight I go,
Tomorrow I'm gone.
They feel some grief,
I will never live on.

waking up each morning
dragging my *** out of bed
I rub the sleep from my eyes
shake the fogginess out of my head

I feel the chill of the morning air
the dampness of the dew
I make a *** of coffee
wait for it to brew

I see the people coming
and going through out the day
some of them are family
they want to stay and play

it all seems so normal
tiresome In  a way
taking it all for granted
it's how we get through the day

then the night has come
loneliness fills the air
I wonder what it's all been for
I wonder why I care

it's 12am or midnight
the start of a new day
I put the gun inside my mouth
and blow my head away

Sun shining brite, on the mountains below.
Light breaking through, on the new fallen snow.
Valleys and foothills, are impressive to me.
His love shines through the clouds, for all to see.

He worked so hard, six days of the week.
For all to live here, and for him we should seek.
The clouds are all floating, along the horizon.
Mountains are black, against the morning dawn.

Trees are all strung, along the mountain side.
They run from the mountains, up to the ocean tide.
The beauty of the mountains, and trees I can see.
But I also know without him, none of this would be.

And so I ask you, to help save planet earth.
None of this would be possible, if not of Jesus' birth.
The birds of the air, and the creatures on land.
We all would be extinct, if not for Gods hand.

And so I ask you, again I make this plea.
Because Jesus is comming, for you and me.

I am the ripe old king, of a castle by the sea.
I walk with a limp, because a dragon bit my knee.
My peasants all love me, or so they say.
But when our castle is getting invaded, where are they?

I have no taxes, I love good cheer.
When there glasses run empty, I buy them more beer.
If my peasants are hungry, we have a feast.
After I had spent my day, hunting down the beast.

My peasants are rich, and I am poor.
The dragon won't fight me, he says I'm a bore.
And when I'm not helping, my friends in need.
I'm out in the fields, planting more seed.

My horses are weak, and are getting old.
The royal carriage, has already been sold.
I think in the end, we'll claim bankruptcy.
And I'll let this old castle, fall into the sea.

It's a whisper in your ear
He's telling you not to fear
The Lords just teaching right from wrong
It's time for us to listen
To the words he has to say
And He might just say them in a song

It could be just a whisper
Or maybe even a shout
The end is coming very soon
He will come like a thief
In the middle of the night
Or it could even be at noon

So listen all you people
While there is still time
And believe with all of your heart
There won't be time to pray
And there won't be time to run
So now is a good time to start

The angels sing the gospel
While the Christians dance around
Heaven is a good place to be
The sun is always shinning
And there's no rain in sight
I've made the right choice for me

Say goodbye my friends,
for war begins today.
Open your eye's and see,
it will never go away.
Death is on both sides,
and families start to cry.
The government don't care,
but the parent's still ask why.

Down, down, down,
down, down, down.
Going down this way,
the bullet's all rang out.
Falling to there deaths,
toy soldiers scream and shout.

Graveyards full of strangers,
and now our children too.
Daughter's dressed in pink,
and our son's are dressed in blue.
So many wars have come and gone,
and now we fight one more.
In the end there's nothing won,
and you wonder what it's for?

Hatred's what we see now,
for others and our own.
And if we have no gun to shoot,
we'll always cast a stone.

They hustle and bustle, through the days and night.
Waiting on people, so there food will taste right.
They pour me my coffee, they put up with my smoke.
My loitering they swallow, and don't even choke.

This waitstaff works hard, some people don't see.
All the work they put into, serving you and me.
There wages are low, and tips can be poor.
Some customers may even, leave there manners at the door.

But still they work hard, and smile to you.
When you leave this place happy, it's good service that's true.
Many have bills, or families to raise.
They depend on your tips, to get through the days.

So when you come in, remember all the work.
These people try very hard, so don't be a ****.
There customers they like, and we like them as well.
Treat them with respect, don't give them any hell.

Sky is blue, and soft like satin.
Clouds look like *****, of white cotton.
Sun burning up, my face so red.
These summer day's, are what I dread.

The sunshine is so hot and bright.
My sensitive eyes, I've lost my sight.
The air is still, there is no breeze.
My allergies, make me sneeze.

The cloudy days, are what I miss.
The air so fresh, like a freshly given kiss.
The dismal gray, the nice cool breeze.
The rain really helps, the farmers seeds.

There are no sunburns on cloudy day's.
Never any blinding, sunlight ray's.
Build your house, up on a hill.
So when it floods, there's no insurance bill.

But if both, is what you like the best.
Wait 5 minutes, sit down, take a rest.

When a person looks at me,
they see what they want to see.
Usually they think I'm normal,
they think I'm smart, they think I'm...
But they don't see the difficulties I have,
They don't understand, nor do they want to.
I feel so lonely, because of what they see.
because whoever there looking at, it certainly isn't me...

In the dark, the monsters are there.

Hoping that they, will give you a scare.

There is no good, but always bad.

I wanted protection, but where was my dad.


And so I ran, on through the night.

Running forever, to find the light.

The light was not there, and I could not see.

Whatever was happening, happening to me.


I cried for help, but it was weak.

My voice had become, a quiet squeak.

And so they hurt me, one by one.

They laughed and they joked, as they had there fun.


And so in the end, I lay on the ground.

Beaten and bruised, until I was found.

It's my fault, I am to blame.

That's what they said, when they said my name.

women, women, every where.

all are married, it's just not fair.

I, but a single man that be.

can get no love, no love for me.

I think of all the poems I've written, and all the words I've said.

And I wonder if I will still be here, a long time after I'm dead.

These poems to me are so much more, then writing on the wall.

They are the feelings I have felt, and help me when I fall.


I look and see the titles, as time has passed me by.

Remembering the pain I've felt, this is not a lie.

Some are controversial, and some are full of fun.

Others are quite a shock, and some are far from done.


But my poems are mine and mine alone, this I can't deny.

I must continue to do my best, I must continue to try.

So if someone were to read my poems, and leave a word or two.

Then my time has not been lost my friend, as long as you were true.