All he wanted was rumble fish,
And that's exactly what he got.
She just wanted to save them all,
In the end he got shot.

His dad drinks a bottle of *****,
And his brother runs away.
The father continues to abuse.
The brother stands near the bay.

Don't box the fish in
That's a recipe for disaster.
In the river he wants to see them swim.
That's just what he's coming after.

Made up my mind to make a new start
It's going to start with my heart
I promise one day I'll live on the moon
And I pray that that day is soon
I'm not going to let anyone get in my way
I'm going to the moon no matter what they say
It is not as hard as it seems
Anything can happen if you have hopes and dreams
So I'll take my chances
And the more I dream the more it enhances
One day I'll live on the moon
And I'm leaving without you
I pray that that day is soon
And when it comes I'll bid you adieu.

I'm here with you
When I'm not supposed to be
The love I feel
Or not inclined to feel is a travesty

I've lied to belong
Now sitting here
In your arms
I can't imagine
How you'll feel
When my mask of love
Is gone

X marks the spot. dig
                                                                ­                       through the sand with
                                                                ­                       bare hands
                                                           ­                  feel the heat from the sun as
                                                              ­               wind blows sweet kisses.

                                                               ­                    make a hole that reaches
                                                         ­                          china. along the way
                                                                ­                   run into sirens, dance
                                                                ­                   with mermaids, battle
                                                          ­                  kraken, and if you have time
                                                            ­                say hello to leviathan.

                                                               ­                        soon we’ll all be myths
                                                                ­                      for the next generation.
                                                     ­                      our names slide between lips
                                                            ­               already in the past.

                                                          ­                                         the horizon sets
                                                            ­                 waves flutter on the surface.

                            underneath the coral reef dissolves with the setting sun.

You have somewhere to go
Why are you walking so slow?
Everyone is behind you, you're crowding the way.
If I yell at you, you won't like what I say.
The crowd is getting madder by the second.
Saying things that are threatening.
Please get out of the way.
Can you hear what I'm trying to say?
Thanks for making me late to class,
And the next time I see you I'm going to kick your ***.

The bird
Flies over high
With nothing on its mind.
I wish I could have been that bird.
I wish...

I Came to Say Hello

I came to say hello,
But you weren't there.
I knocked at the door,
But no one answered.
I threw rocks at your window,
But it never opened.
I yelled your name,
But I heard no reply.

I came to say hello,
But you ignored me.
When I knocked at your door
You paid no attention.
The rocks I threw at your window
You gave little mind,
But I know when I yelled your name
You heard me and started to cry.

I came to say hello,
But you didn't care.
When I knocked at the door
You wouldn't open it.
The rocks I threw at the window
You dismissed one by one,
But when I yelled your name
You replied with your goodbye.

I would like to feel the grass between my toes,
To breath in the fresh clean air,
With the sun shining on my face.
In an empty space,
Where one has no cares.

I really wouldn't be here or there,
With my mind in a blur.
This is how happiness feels,
Where the world has a honest appeal,
And the plants and the trees concur.

But this is all just a fantasy.
Only dreams within my head,
But I'll keep on dreaming,
And I'll keep on believing,
And I'll keep on looking ahead.

The bird flew away from his nest
Intending to never come back.
He believed it was his destiny,
But he flew around endlessly,
And couldn't stay on the right track.

The bird came back to his nest
Intending never to go again.
He stays in the comfort of his home,
And promised himself never too roam,
The cold world again.

Can I sit next to you
And reminisce
Of times
Of eternal bliss?
When we were in love
And sparks flew
Nothing amounts to our first kiss
-
But time moved on,
And so did you.
Now you're the past.
Since then my days have been blue.
I sit and think
Of the past.
Wondering if they all was true.

Directly across from me
At the dinner table there she sits.
Unwavering eyes
Look into mine.

She is cold
like the ice she places in her mouth.
It melts,
sliding down her throat.
A chill fills the womb.

Before she leaves
Juno gives me a kiss.
Leaning in close
the waft of her breath
smells like rosemary.

She ascends back
to her special room
and lies down upon
a cover of the heavens,
inhaling the warmth of the cold.

Juno’s fingers reach down
to trail across her wiry femininity.
With a deep exhalation of oxygen
her mars peaks.

Her chest heaves up and down
while the head rolls lazily to the side.
Juno’s eyes glide across the room.
Stopped.
Caught by the glint of the standing mirror
And she looks into it.

Unwavering eyes
Ask,

Who is the god?
Her or Me.

Unaware, I walk on gravel
unnoticed until my eyes go down.

Hundreds, maybe thousands
crushed under my foot.
Don't tell me it doesn't hurt them
because they are rocks.

I am a rock
constantly being crushed.
If not by a foot
then by the forces of man

Crushed because of the color of my skin.
Crushed because of my ***.
Crushed because of my sexuality.

In this scenario, my foot is the oppressor
pushing the rocks further into the ground
How much weight do I have to put on the rocks to make them      
        disappear further?

Understand, I am that rock
and that foot is the world around me.
But I will not be pressed
and put into the ground.

My rock will stick to the sole of the shoe
and with every rock-felt step it makes
the shoe will know I am there to stay.
The more it steps
the deeper I will embed myself

Until I can no longer
go unnoticed.

Flowers in the cracks
Are beautiful
For they bring beauty
Even in the forgotten places

Flowers in the cracks
Are strong
Because even in the most solid  foundations
Plenty of them grow

I strive to be those flowers
To show
That there is
Hope
Even in
The wasted places