In a time of drought
The angels count the raindrops
That quench the earth's thirst

"Look at me," the letters cry out
As they fall to the paper below
Words taking shape as letters escape
While forming an intricate flow

The "M" takes its place beside the "e"
And a word is suddenly born
The "N" takes it slow but makes friends with the "o"
And a brand new allegience is sworn

The "U" and the "s" are standing in line
With each one awaiting their call
Up comes the quill who just had its fill
Now "us" can finally fall

The "T" and the "h" call out to the "e"
Though nothing but silence is heard
The "e" has been busy which makes him quite dizzy
But joins them in forming a word

The "E" and the "n" wave to the "d"
The last letter the poet will send
His quill running dry, he now says goodbye
For he has finally come to "THE END"

Valentine's Day is dead to me
Now It cuts me like a knife
See, February the fourteenth
Was the day, Cupid stole my wife

I told my wife how special she was
With flowers and candy in hand
She replied, "Yeah okay whatever"
And I really didn't understand

I thought I left the toilet seat up
Or said her mom was fat in my sleep
I tried to ask her what I did
But she just wouldn't utter a peep

Then out of the blue, I noticed
A tiny arrow had pierced her heart
I knew it was that love fairy
That had torn our marriage apart

She said," I'm sorry I just can't help it,
I love that little dude with wings,
He makes me feel alive inside,
With all the happiness he brings"

"He even likes to watch chick flicks
What more can a woman ask?"
I knew I couldn't compete with that
For It was just too great a task

Well, the days went by like minutes
Til one day, when I came home
Our bank account had been cleaned out
And I found myself alone

I still see them every now and then
And now Cupid has even grown a beard
My wife was always partial to those
So it turned out just like I'd feared

Don't worry about me, I got my revenge
I'm dating Mother Nature and never feel no pain
For everytime, they leave their house
She always makes it rain

Aimless without direction
My heart cries out with sorrow
My hopes and dreams all vanished
No promises of tomorrow

Left with only a memory
That can never fade away
Abandoned without discretion
As I live from day to day

The future holds no meaning
As I count each day the same
My loving arms now empty
Without a love to claim

I dare not look for reason
But the bitterness fills my soul
A pain without consolement
That none should ever know

Left with only pictures
That beckon for my smile
Frozen moments in time
That harbor my denial

Silence fills the air I breathe
Not wanting to exhale
My soul now filled with echos
In a lost and empty shell

I struggle each day to survive
As my heart becomes defiled
A loss without redemption
For one who's lost a child

An echo is the sound of loneliness
It can come in many forms
It can even be a broken heart
That's weathered many storms

It's found in every teardrop
As it falls from someone's cheek
Or maybe a feeling of hopelessness
In a time when things look bleak

It's hidden inside betrayal
Like a promise in disguise
It's found in all our shattered dreams
That takes the form of lies

It's found in every heartbeat
That used to beat as two
We can find it in confusion
When we don't know what to do

An echo is the loneliest sound
That one will ever hear
We'll always hear it more than once
For it will always reappear

I've waited now for many years
Just to hold your hand
I tried to tell you how I felt
But you couldn't understand

You smiled at me, once long ago
For a second as you passed
I even tried to say hello
But it happened way too fast

You walked with me, side by side
But you didn't look my way
I wanted to shout your name out loud
But I didn't know what to say

But one day it's gonna happen
When fate comes stumbling by
I'll take your hand and hold you tight
Until the day I die

'Til then I'll just keep waiting
No matter how hard it seems
One day I hope to meet you
And not only in my dreams

Mama raised us children
In the image of our Lord
She taught us how to walk and talk
With Him in one accord

She would always read the bible
Before we went to bed
She told us we'd sleep better
Just knowing what Jesus said

She took us to church on sunday
And prayed with us at night
She taught us to love our neighbor
And always treat him right

Late at night by candle light
I could hear my mama pray
She asked the Lord to guide our path
And help us find our way

Mama went to be with Jesus
When I was twenty-three
And today I teach my children
The things my mama taught me

He sit by the door day after day
Waiting for her to return
Ready to play he'd patiently wait
'Til time for school to adjourn

A child and her dog, bonded in life
He became this little girl's friend
Raised from a puppy, he slept on her bed
Together, until the end

Walking home from school one day
She tripped on the sidewalk and fell
Rushed to the hospital, the little girl died
When her brain continued to swell

She didn't come home, he didn't understand
It was time to play their game
They tried to call him away from the door
But every day was the same

He'd sit by the door day after day
Waiting for her to return
Ready to play he'd patiently wait
'Til time for school to adjourn

Bewildered and forgotten
No one seems to care
Alone I sit while asking
Is anybody there?

Growing old was not my fault
Nor was it in my plans
I followed the path life gave me
Just like time demands

Discarded like a memory
That's no longer of any use
Rejected and neglected
My age is no excuse

No one comes to visit me
It's like I don't exist
They think I can't remember
So, I am just dismissed

Solitary confinement
What am I being punished for?
You tell me that you love me
Don't I deserve so much more?

No one to tell my troubles to
Or to talk about the past
A prisioner of my loneliness
How much longer can it last?

Banned from all existence
By the wrinkles on my face
One day soon, you'll feel my pain
For you will take my place

In a brand new box of crayons
A love begins to sprout
Black and White would finally meet
When the box was emptied out

Black was used each time he fell
While White was usually ignored
The other colors would go unnoticed
For it was White that Black adored

On a cloudy overcast afternoon
A wedding of sorts takes place
Black met White in clouds of gray
As the two would finally embrace

It was a drawing of utter perfection
On paper of purist white
The roses were made by the color Red
While Yellow would draw the light

Silver and Gold would draw the bells
That rang throughout the land
Silver would be the color of choice
To draw the wedding band

A rainbow of colors would soon appear
The grass and leaves were Green
A colorful wedding would soon take place
To finish this beautiful scene

The box again becomes their home
As they're gathered back inside
This colorful wedding is finally over
With Black beside his bride

Mama, where did you go?
I can't see you anymore
What did I do to make you mad?
Why did you leave me for?

Mama, where did you go?
I can't hear your precious voice
Didn't you love me enough to stay?
Or did you have no choice?

Mama, where did you go?
I need you to hold my hand
Who will teach me how to walk,
Or steady me when I stand?

Mama, where did you go?
Did I do something wrong?
Please just give me one more chance
Come back where you belong

Mama, where did you go?
For your face I haven't seen
Tell me mama, I don't understand
What does abortion mean?

I have to tell a story
About the one I love most
She's always soft and warm
And such a gracious host

She patiently awaits me
Each day when I get home
She never lets me down
And I never feel alone

She's never once complained
When I get in a foul mood
She never yells or screams
When I spill a plate of food

We never ever argue
And I always get my way
She even gives massages
And I need them everyday

We always sit together
As we're watching our tv
The remote control is mine
What we watch is up to me

She doesn't mind the football games
We watch them every sunday
And she'll always be there waiting
For the game to start on monday

I just wanted to tell you
I'll love her til the end
For there's nothing like my recliner
She's truly man's best friend

My wife made me write this
With a gun to my head
She told me to type it
Just like she said

She wants me to tell you
Her mom is a saint
To change in your minds
The pictures I paint

Her mom is not ugly
She's a beauty queen
She's the sweetest woman
That I've ever seen

Her **** is not huge
It's really petite
Her breath smells like flowers
Refreshing and sweet

Well, I just can't do it
I won't tell a lie
She'll just have to shoot me
I don't care if I d..

I'm sorry my husband will not be writing anymore poems....
He's went missing.....

Will you carry me,
When my walk down here is through?
If you leave this world before me,
I will carry you?

Will you carry me,
When it's time for me to sleep?
When it's time for me to say goodbye,
Will you be the one to weep?

Will you carry me,
When I leave this world behind?
If I leave this life before you,
Will I be on your mind?

Will you carry me,
When it's time to pass away?
Will you take me to my resting place,
When I face my final day?

Will you carry me
Will you be the one who's there
Will you carry me to paradise,
When there's no one else to care?



Written about a woman who passed away with no family to carry her to her grave.

A thousand kings of old, honor your name
Through prophecy handed down through the age
While blessing the hour in which you came
To make the world and hearts of men your stage

A revelation of beauty and grace
Foretell the legend that you shall become
As men cast eyes upon your lovely face
Thanking the Heavens, where you've fallen from

A thousand love songs will tell of your eyes
And radiant smile that brightens the night
Polished perfection, a diamond, a prize
That rivals the sun for the morning light

A vision of beauty that's been foretold
And honored by a thousand kings of old

There was an old man, a collector of sorts
Who made his living off of the dead
Through the obituary page he'd earn his wage
Buying things that others had shed

Though some said his job was just morbid
Preying off of the people who died
It wasn't a natural death that took their last breath
But those committing suicide

He bought the things that nobody wanted
For most were scared of a haunting or curse
But he didn't care he would always be there
The same day that they emptied the hearse

He was the only buyer at the auction
For everyone else was afraid
He just couldn't wait to steal their estate
And count all the money he made

'Til late one night while sleeping
Awakened by a bump in the night
At the foot of his bed stood a multitude of dead
As his heart stopped beating from fright

Death had returned to collect his debt
For the reaper would surely be paid
He auctioned his soul for the things that he stole
Until the highest bid was made

The old man had turned up missing
They found claw marks deep in his floor
The people couldn't wait to pilage his estate
For karma had knocked on his door

Somewhere beyond the dying embers light
A spark of hope will rescue me
Though the flames are now long since gone
The smoke still sets me free

An eternal flame now forever silenced
But a breeze of redemption blows my way
The darkness steals your name from my lips
But you memory still beckons me stay

The fire still burns within my soul
My breath filled with the ashes of rejection
The love I feel envelopes me whole
'Til the heat has scorched my reflection

Consumed by the flame that warmed my heart
As I burn but will not die
The smoke of regret fills the empty night
As it settles through this hollow sky

A spark of hope is all that I seek
To raise these embers once more
A gentle whisper will ignite the flames
'Til again this fire shall soar


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A runaway from the age of fourteen
For three long years she's been alone
One bad decision after another
Has forced her to make it on her own

Wise to the ways of the world
Still, a piece of her is missing
Homesick for what she left behind
A memory, she just keeps dismissing

A little sister, waiting at home
She hasn't seen now in years
The thought of never seeing her again
Suddenly brings her to tears

She had to leave, she had no choice
For she was pregnant, with her first child
Her father just wouldn't understand
A daughter who had been defiled

She couldn't survive with a baby
So she had to give it away
Adopted to a loving family
She hopes to see him someday

She sells all of her belongings
For a ticket to go back home
She's a little apprehensive
For it's the first time she's ever flown

She just can't wait to see her sister
And tell her she's okay
It was time for the plane to leave
She'd be home that very day

Thirty thousand feet in the air
Out her window, she sees a flash
The pilot comes over the intercom
"Buckle your seatbelts, we're going to crash"

She bows her head and says a prayer
As the tears fill up her eyes
The plane comes down in the middle of a forest
Everybody dies

For several days her daughter would say
The angels said, "Don't be afraid"
Her mother simply dismissed it
Like it was a childhood game she played

But soon she started to worry
For the little girl kept telling this tale
She also said she talked to Jesus
And she described it in such detail

She told her mother that Jesus said
Tomorrow, He's taking her home
The little girl was only three years old
These things, she couldn't have known

Her mother was just a little concerned
For each day it was always the same
Was it just a little girl's imagination?
She was sure it was a childhood game

Well tomorrow came and all was fine
And her daughter never uttered a sound
So she fiiled up the pool, only eight inches deep
And that's where, her little girl drowned

Now, this story is true, every single word
For it happened to some friends of mine
This story took place many years ago
And their grief grew more distant in time

But I just couldn't imagine, the pain that they felt
As they remember what their daughter would say
The Angels would tell her, "Don't be afraid"
And that Jesus would take her away

She stands by the window waiting
As the tears stream down her face
"One day soon, I'll leave him", she says
As she hangs her head in disgrace

Beaten and battered, her bruises still hurt
With only the slightest of touch
For fifteen years, she's taken it
When will it be too much?

Her family have all deserted her
For they just can't understand
How can she say that she loves him
When he's such a horrible man?

His car pulls in their driveway
She shutters as he slams the door
She wipes her tears and puts on her smile
As her husband approaches, once more

She says, "Hi honey, how was your day?"
When she smells it on his breath
For he'd been drinking most of the day
And she knew he'd beat her to death

He grabs her by the hair of her head
And he throws her to the floor
She points the revolver and pulls the trigger
And screams, "You wont hurt me anymore"

Her lawyers called it self defense
But she just sat there and stared
"He was a piece of trash", they said,
"It's not like anybody cared"

Aquitted of all of her charges
She leaves to start a new life
She councils and tells her story
Of her years as Satan's wife

She writes in her diary
The events that's taken place
She locks in her dresser drawer
To hide it just in case

For it keeps all of her secrets
That's she's never told a soul
Things she's hidden in her heart
That no one will ever know

Its pages tell a story
Of her sorrow and her joy
Her memories wrapped in paper
That time cannot destroy

It holds her key to happiness
And even, the meaning of life
It tells of all her heartaches
That cut her like a knife

Her diary holds the mystery
Of where she's coming from
It tells of who she is
And who she wants to become

Pen and paper in a carboard box
Becomes a little girl's past
Her dreams, memories and heartaches
For as long as the binding lasts

My wife asked me to do the shopping
Then handed me a grocery list
It wasn't very big just some household stuff
And some other things that she had missed

"Piece of cake," I told my wife
And out the door I went
She yelled, "Don't forget to get a receipt,
So I can see how much you spent"

I got to the market and headed for the milk
It wasn't on the list per se
But being the man who knew what he wanted
I thought I'd get it anyway

Then I strolled on over to the frozen meat
And pick up some T-bone steaks
Again, the list didn't have it written down
Just another one of her mistakes

I had to get some snacks for the football game
Cause a man can't have enough
I didn't check the list to see if it was there
Cause I was busy doing other stuff

Before I knew it the buggy was full
Okay, maybe there were three
But look at all this stuff I got
She'd be so proud of me

Nine hundred dollars and fifteen cents
And man my wife was ******
I spent a whole months budget in twenty-five minutes
And didn't buy a thing from the list

Have you ever had one of those days,
When nothing goes your way?
And the night is long with noises
Please don't tell my wife what I'm about to say

You see my wife snores
More than anyone I know
She even shakes the bed at night
Like a herd of buffalo

Sometimes the people next door
Will even call and complain
They say they just can't stand it anymore
And it's driving them insane

I've tried everything I know
But all I do is fail
She even registers a 4.0
On the earthquake richter scale

One night I even tried duct tape
And wondered what would happen
She just laid there and kept on snoring
'Til the duct tape started flappin'

I even tried some super glue
On her lips to make them close
Until I heard that horrible noise
Like a trumpet got stuck in her nose

Well, I guess I'll always love her
And learn to live with this curse
I'm just glad it's not the other end
'Cause the smell would make it even worse

She sits all alone in an empty room
And silently watches it rain
She draws with her finger, a bride and groom
In her breath that's on the pane

Only twelve years old, and already grown
The chemo caused her to age
She'll never grow up and live on her own
She feels like she's trapped in a cage

She searches the window for locks of gold
Her reflection announces her shame
Her hair is all gone, she starts to look old
The cancer alone is the blame

Her breath once more, covers the glass
As a tear escapes to her cheek
She draws with her finger a stone in the grass
Her body keeps growing so weak

With one last breath she closes her eyes
And listens once more to the rain
She doesn't exhale, the little girl dies
Overcome by her horrible pain

A groom stands alone, frozen in glass
His bride was laid in the ground
Beside him stands a stone in the grass
Where the bride on the window is found

What spirit is this that steals my sleep
And haunts me from the past?
'Tis a phantom of a tragedy
That her mournful shadow casts

A restless soul that invades my dreams
While walking to and fro
She bids that I should come to her
As she seeks her Romeo

She wanders through my bedroom door
When I am fast asleep
Awakened by her cries for help
As I listen to her weep

This ghost I fear has evil intent
Though, I cannot see her face
She casts her spell upon my heart
And will not leave this place

Though she beckons me to go with her
I dare not surrender yet
Cursed to be a tortured soul
By the ghost of Juliet

She waits for him to call her
But the phone just doesn't ring
A knock on the door, shatters her soul
From the heartache that it brings

There stands two men in uniform
They ask her to be seated
Her heart weighs heavy with sorrow
Her hopes dreams depleated

They tell the woman, "He's not dead,
He's only missing in action"
But for a soilder in Afghanistan
This brought her no satisfaction

This was his second tour of duty
And was schelduled to get a leave
This news that her husband was missing
Was impossible to believe

She's heard about the horrible things
They do to a captured G.I.
She falls to the floor in a puddle of tears
As the woman begins to cry

Three weeks later, and still no news
She's numb, for there's no more tears
She hears a knock, for the second time
Could this be her deepest fears?

Once again two men stand in uniform
As her heart begins to bleed
Then suddenly, a third man appears
For her husband had finally been freed

This poem was written in honor
Of the soilders who keep us free
And we should never take for granted
This thing called Liberty

When poets die, their words live on
You see them everywhere
They're written in the moon and stars
Or maybe, a humble prayer

They're written in the morning sun
As the sunshine brings us light
You can find them in the sunsets
That ushers in the night

They're written in the summer breeze
That tempts the leaves to dance
They're written in the beautiful flowers
That brings the spring romance

They're written in the winter snows
As snowflakes start to fall
They're written in the autumn leaves
In trees, both big and small

When poets die, their words live on
They never pass away
Anywhere your heart can look
Our words are here to stay

She loves me she loves me not
I wish she'd make up her mind
I keep telling her, that a man like me
Is almost impossible to find

I've told her how good looking I am
And she says, "Yeah whatever you say"
I say, "I know I am but I can't help it"
And that God just made me that way

I even tell her she's getting smarter
But she'll never be as smart as me
I think she understands what I'm saying
She just stands there staring at me

I try to tell her when she's getting fat
You'd think she'd be a little grateful
But no, she just starts calling me names
And saying some things that are hateful

I tell her when her cooking is bad
But she simply can't handle the truth
The last time I told her, she threw a plate
And caused me to chip a tooth

She loves me she loves me not
The petals on this flower come true
I keep telling her that I'm something special
But she just doesn't see it,.... can you?

Paralyzing uncertainty
Of things we haven't seen
Shadows of unknown origins
That invade our very dreams

Sometimes, it's the sounds
That go bump in the night
It hijacks our minds  
And fills our hearts with fright

Imaginations run wild
As we shiver and we shake
Our voice has betrayed us
Not a sound can we make

Our eyes closed so tightly
As we cover up our heads
In fear of the monsters
That live beneath our beds

Imaginary footsteps
Keep timing with our heart
As their beats intertwine
Like two lovers far apart

The things that's in our closets
Scare our minds the most
It's filled with all our nightmares
Our goblins and our ghosts

The shadows then start fading
As the sun begins to rise
The darkness now is gone
And we open up our eyes

The room is suddenly void
Of nighttime's wicked intrusion
This, that's held us hostage,
Was simply an illusion

When people cry they feel relief
Their pain is washed away
Tears can comfort the sting of grief
Or a feeling of dismay

A poet's tears are different indeed
For they form into a word
An ever growing poetic seed
A feeling that can't be heard

The paper becomes the poet's sleeve
As they wipe their tears away
Their words will form an intricate weave
Deciding what they'll say

Each teardrop has a life of its own
As it trickles down their cheek
It stains the paper, their seeds are sown
Their tears begin to speak

So listen close when poets cry
Though it barely makes a sound
You'll hear a soft and tender sigh
When all their words are found

Well, sometimes life is funny
The way some things unfold
It's like your second childhood
In the years when we grow old

We gotta go back in diapers
So that we won't *** the bed
We're way too old to hold a spoon
So we even gotta be fed

And since our teeth has fallen out
Our food's either mashed or cut
And everytime we have too go ****
Somebody wipes our ****

They even have to tie our shoes
And put on all our clothes
And if we come down with a cold
Somebody wipes our nose

So, when your days on earth is long
Remember this golden rule
Living long's not always fun
Because sometimes life is cruel

I picked up your blue hairbrush
I held it a while today
The hair between its bristles
Still smells of your hairspray

I drank my morning coffee
In the mug that has your name
On its rim still dressed in red
Is the slightest lipstick stain

I put your reading glasses on
To read the sunday news
I went to the bedroom closet
To dust your favorite shoes

Your pillow still lays beside me
With the smell of your perfume
Though you're gone your beauty's there
To fill an empty room

It brought back all those memories
Through all the things I've clutched
I've held you close all day long
Through all the things you touched

She wakes up in the hospital
She don't remember where she's at
Her husband sits beside her
She asks the nurses, "Who's that?"

They tell her he's her husband
But she jerks her hand away
His eyes well up with tears
For he knew not what to say

Married for almost fifteen years
She couldn't remember his name
"She has amnesia" the doctor said
"And she may never be the same"

"I love you", her husband says
As she stares out into space
She answers, "I'm sorry I don't know you"
With no expression on her face

"You were in an accident" her husband says,
"It's a miracle that you even survived"
"You died on the way to the hospital,
But they finally got you revived"

"I don't know you," she says once more
This was too much for him to believe
When the woman started to get upset
So they quietly asked him to leave

She never recovered and filed for divorce
And started a brand new life
Her husband still waits, for her memory to return
Though now she's another man's wife

A mother stands watching
As He grows into a Man
Not knowing His Path
Or even His Plan

She's proud of her Son
For He stands for good
Helping His neighbors
Just like He should

Preaching and teaching
All thru this land
Doing the things
His Father Commands

She couldn't have known
His Days would be short
Or His Journey would end
In Pilate's high court

Forsaken, forgotten
On Calvary's Hill
Only He alone
Could do God's Will

A mother stands watching
As He's Crucified
A mother stands watching
As her Little Boy Died

Well, to start off with
The title doesn't make any sense
It's either way too long or just too short
And there just wasn't  enough suspence

You forgot to capitalize your letters
You better keep an eye on the flow
You're telling the story way too fast
Or, I'm sorry, it was a little too slow

Your spelling is just simply awful
A little punctuation would be nice
The words you use are too simple
You're saying the same thing twice

You don't even know what a syllable count is
I don't know what you're trying to say
There just isn't enough emotion
It shouldn't have ended that way

Your rhymes are too repetitious
There's simply no rhyming at all
You really need to practice your typing
Your font is always too small

You really need to start all over
I'm sorry, this one had me snoring
You must be haunted by writer's block
I find it a little too boring

I guess everyone has their critics
It seems like they're always annoyed
But our poems aren't written to please them
They're written to be enjoyed

Love is something we're born with
Hate is something we're taught
Love is something we look for
While hate can never be sought

Love doesn't takes any effort at all
But hate takes a lot of work
Love makes you feel good inside
While hate makes you feel like a ****

Love is something that always brings peace
While hate only causes war
Love will always be welcomed
But hate we will always ignore

Love grows freely inside of us
Hate someone plants a seed
Love is part of who we are
Hate is a whole different breed

The only thing they have in common
They're both just a four letter word
Love will always come natural
Hate must be seen and heard

She picks up a photograph
And cleans it with her dress
A smile, stolen from better times
Strewn among the mess

A coffee cup with a broken rim
An earring covered in gold
Tiny pieces of who they were
Memories, she can hold

The dream they called their loving home
Lay scattered upon the ground
Her joy becomes her agony
With every piece that's found

A mirror stands without a crack
Reflecting the morning sun
The twister chose to pass it by
Among the damage done

Her future ripped in tiny pieces
Her husband, now lay dead
A day before her birthday
Her wishes turn to dread

She finds the family bible
Its pages wet and torn
All alone she stumbles on,
In silence, begins to mourn

Another day has come and gone
For this lonely widowed wife
She tries to find her way back home
Through her tiny pieces of life

There's something about those sad songs
That make us want to cry
Written when hearts are broken in two
When someone says goodbye

They play them on the radio
To remind us of our pain
It takes us to an empty place
A place, we can't explain

Sometimes it's just a memory
We never want to lose
We turn out the light late at night
As our hearts start singing the blues

They're written with pain and paper
Whenever you're feeling bad
A verbal tear, we long to hear
A song that makes us sad

There's something about those sad songs
That gives us back control
Written by broken hearted people
And soothes a hollow soul

A maker of clocks shares a secret
That only a few can know
For he alone decides your fate
With a clock that steals your soul

This village of twenty thousand
Gets smaller everyday
For when the clock strikes midnight
Someone will pass away

A deal was made with the devil himself
For a clock that was made of gold
And all who dared to live there
Would simply never grow old

The clock maker was the oldest soul
That the village had ever known
The people would pay for the clock maker's sins
With their souls they must atone

The devil had promised a soul for a soul
So the clock maker is two hundred and eight
But the rest of the village don't live to see forty
For the clock maker decides their fate

At a quarter 'til midnight, a name is drawn
From a box that's shrouded in black
The angel of death leads them away
Never to bring them back

The next time you see the clock maker
Be sure to ask him  his age
But if he smiles as the clock strikes twelve
Prepare to pay him his wage

As the sun begins it's journey
Darkness overtakes the light
The moon wakes from it's slumber
As it ushers in the night

The sun gives up its glorious hold
As the moon begins to rise
The pinkish glow of defiance
As they battle to own the skies

But the moon remains persistent
In its quest to gain control
While the sun looks for a resting place
To hide it's radiant glow

The moon becomes impatient
And calls for the stars to appear
The sun is growing weary
For it knows it's time is near

The stars reflect the moonlight
As the sun is seen no more
Each night, this battle rages
Just like the one before

The sun returns at dawn
To reclaim it's rightful place
But the moon will rise at nightfall
As the sun sets in disgrace

I adore those painted kisses
Although I must confess
Each time I walk away from you
You leave me in distress

Your smile will always follow me
No matter where I go
I spend my days admiring you
While walking to and fro

I know you feel the same my dear
Though, your voice I've never heard
I see the way you stare at me
You don't have to say a word

Each time I turn to look at you
I catch you staring back
I try my best to be debonair
But it's something that I lack

My beautiful Mona Lisa
Leonardo's pride and joy
It's time for this museum to close
Why must you be so coy?

Time is a lot like distance
When a memory is concerned
The older we get the further we are
From the things that we once learned

One more day is another mile
From the way that we were taught
The priceless time when we grew up
A memory that can't be bought

The day we finished high school
We thought that we were grown
One more mile and another day
As we set out on our own

Then the day that we got married
We would walk a few more miles
Another day and further away
As we faced out troubles and trials

Time is a lot like distance
Every second that we roam
It slips away a little each day
'Til were a million miles from home


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An empty shell, I stand undone
While haunted by my past
A victim of the choices I've made
That were destined not to last

Reason, just a misplaced word
That's helped to seal my fate
Repentence, was tomorrow's plan
But somehow coming too late

Though my vision was twenty, twenty
When looking where I'd been
I was living for that moment
Too deceived to call it sin

Excuses, I had more than most
Justification, my disguise
I tried to make it hide the truth
But it only hid my lies

My reward's become my punishment
My home, this empty shell
Forgiveness, now a hollow word
There's no forgiveness in hell

And now I reap the things I've sown
Through the tears of my regret
I hope this letter will guide your path
So you will never forget

This letter were found inside a church
From one who was lost in sin
No name was found upon the note
It was signed, "The sinner's pen"

Every teardrop tells a story
As its running down our cheek
The sound it makes cannot be heard
For its voice is much too weak

Listen to a teardrop fall
But listen with your soul
The silent screams of broken hearts
A sound you can't console

Teardrops are a language
That's spoken from the heart
An endless stream of liquid pain
That tears our world apart

Tears are often misunderstood
As a cleansing of the soul
But they leave scars that go unseen
When the pain begins to flow

Every teardrop tells a story
That most will never hear
They don't understand the language
That's spoken by the tear

Things I never thought I'd hear myself say
Back before my kids were born
Why is my toothbrush in the microwave?
And why is my recliner full of corn?

Who put my cell phone in the fish tank?
And why is there butter in my shoe?
I'd often scream "Get the bleach"
When I stuck my finger in their poo

Who left their underwear under my pillow?
And get that lamp shade off of your head
Quit calling your sister an evil troll
And there's no monsters under your bed

Who put the jello in the DVD player?
And no, you're not getting a pet snake
Who put this hot dog under the cushions
Get your sister's hair out of that cake

Why is the cat in the refrigerator?
Who drew a mustache on grandma's face?
Get your finger out of your brother's nose
Who put this mustard all over the place?

It doesn't matter what you ask them
The answer is always the same
"I don't know, I didn't do it"
And somehow they're never to blame

The artist tried his very best
To paint your portrait true
But his brush refused to touch the canvas
For nothing, is as beautiful as you

The flowers faint, as you walk by
As they marvel at your radiant smile
All the stars reflect your glow
As the moon is shunned in denial

The poet's pen refuses to write
And his paper has run away
For there's no words, to describe your beauty
And there's simply just nothing to say

Even Shakespeare could not create
A poem, to equal your grace
For if he could, a sonnet would exist
That told of your breathtaking face

The Mona Lisa has lost her smile
When she heard of a beauty so pure
Time itself, has ceased to exist
Captivated, by your enticing lure

The hearts of men will hold your image
For you're truly one of a kind
They'll tell of the treasure that was simply known
As the beauty that was undefined

Have you ever really wondered
What poems really are
It's something hidden inside of us
That we carry like a scar

It's simply raw emotion
That we're molding on each day
'Til the words come out perfected
And we know just what to say

The pen then meets the paper
Like two strangers from afar
Without any sure direction
Like a helpless falling star

It tells us who a person is
Or who they strive to be
It tells us of their *******
And the words that set them free

Some will simply make us smile
While others will make us cry
Some will make us laugh out loud
Or leave us asking why

It's more than pen and paper
It's a burden inside our heart
And if we cannot set it free
It will tear our world apart

Standing on the edge of loneliness
My heartache beckons me to fall
A river of tears my destination
Do I heed my pain's endless call?

That ache down deep in my stomach
A feeling of eternal loss
There's no turning back from whence I came
I burn every bridge that I cross

Trust is now just a far away dream
A phantom with unfaithful eyes
A promise, no more than empty words
A truth that's no more than lies

My soul is hollow, my memories mist
That fade away with the breeze
Broken, I tend to my unhealing wounds
Destined to stand on my knees

Standing on the edge of loneliness
My heart now lost to this death
"Why does love have to hurt like this?"
I scream, with my final breath

Blue was his wife's favorite color
So he bought her a painted blue rose
She said she'd never seen anything like it
So she carries it where ever she goes

He woke up early one morning
To make his wife breakfest in bed
The rose lay alone on the table
Beside it his wife was found dead

The blue rose was placed on her coffin
Then removed when they lowered her down
Cast aside with the discarded trash
That was lying closeby on the ground

A little girl around nine or ten
Picked it up and took it back home
Here on vacation to visit her family
But now on her way back to Rome

She gave the rose to her Grandmother
Who carried it all the way to Japan
Who then gave the rose to her waitress
For lending her a helping hand

The waitress gives the rose to a stranger
Who was now on his way back to France
Who gave the rose to his daughter
As her whole class was watching her dance

She then gave the rose to her teacher
Who was leaving to start a new life
He was on his way to America
To be with his children and wife

He then gave the rose to his brother
Who's still grieving the death of his bride
He places the rose on her gravestone
Where it started the day that she died

He never asked for anything
When they nailed Him to the cross
To pay the price for all human kind
For, He alone, could pay the cost

The Maker of the moon and stars
In the Heavens up above
Would show us all the meaning
Of this word that we call love

All alone, and deserted
Not once did ever He falter
All our sins are wiped away
When we meet Him at the altar

The Maker of all the rivers and seas
There were none before Him, He was the First
The creator of all the waters
But yet, He said, "I thirst"