Hey buddy you're funny you make me smile
Oh yeah well why don't you sit with me for a while
I'll tell all about my fake shattered smile


Found my brother
******* about me at my back
Why call him a brother
When dignity he lacks


Well I want to stick in his face some darts
He ain't nothing, not worth a real brother's farts

Oh well yeah that's a funny one


Someone weeping said to me
I have a broken heart
I said to her well
I have one too..!

What do we get when we combine two broken hearts?
She smiled and said softly a new heart

I smirked and said no lady that's two broken hearts...



Just the pain shared
Die a thousand times love dared...


A small doubt that someone cared
Expecting some help being scared



The humor is just a mask
The sarcasm just does the task
Why so serious you ask?
Try living in havoc's flask.

That which is lost
Is never found
When discovered it is
Not what we lost
But rather a sense of discovery
Fading as we grasp
Until we lose it again
To be lost and found
A struggle inside ourselves
Do we wish to be lost and
sought after
Or found and discarded

he held up a dead coyote
like he had just won first prize
smiling from ear to ear
a look of pride in his eyes

the caption said "predator control"
which brought a question to my mind
if we call survival being a predator
then what do we call our kind?

Our hearts,
So much like trees
The heart dies a slow death
Each hope,
A leaf
They all blow away,
One by one
Till nothing is left