Cracks on the sidewalk can be an introduction into the greatest moments in time-
One can trip an entire year among those cracks-
Never considering the pressure a day can bring-
Now being in the place where addicts roam-
The cracks can sometimes feel like home-
Lost among us are the ones that never grow-
Yet *****, and grime ridden, some cracks are worth more than gold-
If your paying attention you can see the cracks reaching-
Reaching-
For the things of the sun-

the brand new baby shoes loose on the wire
electrical hot passionate desire
many a nights i sleep with visions
visions haunting yet pure
i want her to be next to me in the morning
her beautiful wings can never be clipped
passion to the highest levels can not match any amount of learning
as the spider weaves it's web beware not to be caught alone
always something with the mind or body to confound the lonely
always reaching for her whispers and never learning
the time piece has broken and the dream is lost
with happiness and a little white ship
i sail to the peaceful shore
capital judgments and aches and pains
leave me hanging the noose as the chain
so i give in to wisdom and purity
the road is full of traffic and obstacles
this land is ours today
so come with me let's dance and play

The dream came into my life like a hot summer day-
the sand I had my feet in held me in place
beach volleyball and hot **** skin
makes me feel like I ought to go for a swim

The dream came into my heart like a red hot silver dart-
the pistol cocked it's hammer
after the shot I started to stammer
so much for beauty and all that glamor

The dream came into my mind like a buried treasure-
golden birds gathered like birds of the feather
the giant blue hand held fast to the tether
sounds came crashing in and for this I never felt better

read this book they said-
read this book it's so wonderful-
read this book it will change your life-

That book I did read...

While I read the book late one dreary night
It had taken a hold of me with a serious bite
It held my hand in it's grip
Yet the pages I read did not rip
This book began to chew up toward my elbow
Sharp and quick like the deadly crossbow
Bending my arm causing ****** harm
I tried to toss it aside
Only thing was it ate faster up my pride
I could only think to myself...
They lied
Can it be this book that bites the hand that reads it will cause me to die?

It was the worst and the best of times
as once was said
crawling out of bed will no recollection in my head
about how I awoke with a start
from a fresh blackout and emptiness in my heart
naked I was when I awoke
yet the felling was not of a birth
more of a progression into my lost and bewildered soul
I have yet to be called old
so my adavantage in my game of addiction is 30:Love
back and forth
back and forth
wildly chasing the green little ball
a tennis match of epic proportions
It pains me to be in this match for I have begun the game without shoes
Yet now I see that what will protect me feet was never far from me

we cannot forget that we cannot remeber what came before
what will came after
we cannot go there together we will leave hereafter
where will we go
we can try to share what we know
will we be able to help each other
we reach for it everyday all bound by the longing
will there ever be a day
we can call it what we may
yet all that remains is what we cannot share
I am sure I will get there
as for you I cannot say
all I know is when I leave I won't be able to tell you what it is like