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

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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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

There's a cabin on a hillside
Scattered leaves upon its floor
No curtains for its windows
No hinges for its door

A fireplace made of broken stones
Lined the outer wall
Outside becomes the inside
Painted by the Fall

A table in the corner
Where homemade bread would sit
A broken chair with wounded legs
Its binding, worn and split

Behind the cabin's hollow shell
A cross that marks the past
A tiny grave, that's filled with love
A daughter who had passed

This cabin tells a story
With hidden imagery
Filled with ghosts of yesterday
For all who want to see

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"

I'm trapped in a void beyond my control
I have no place to turn
Surrounded by sorrows, I can't understand
My soul not able to yearn

What place is this my heart can't feel?
Is this hell or is this my grave?
The keeper is pain, of this dreadful place
And I've become his slave

The desire I've known is forever gone
I'm lost here without any reason
Complain though I might, no one will hear
For hope is a puppet to treason

Mistakes will follow me where ever I go
Reminding me of my past
My future is bleak, just out of reach
How long is this destined to last?

Memories here fade into darkness
Replaced with broken dreams
Smiles are lost to hopeless desires
Replaced with silent screams

Trapped in a void beyond my control
I wonder, when did this start?
It happened the day when you said goodbye
The day, that you broke my heart

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

Dance, little Angel
It's time to dance
You'll never know failure
Until you give it a chance

Traces of fairy dust
Will only enhance
This moment, we'll cherish
As we're watching you dance

Put on your slippers
And give us a twirl
Photographs are taken
Of our little girl

You can feel the music
As it sings from within
Don't be afraid
To give us a spin

A miracle hidden
Is so hard to find
Just dance, little Angel
Though you are blind

Well, I was gonna write a poem
But I can't remember how
I know words are involved
You know, like "thee" and "thou"

And I was gonna be famous
You know, like Edgar Allan Poe
Wait!, I think that was his name
Or was it David Allan Coe?

Yep, I was gonna be rich and famous
Til a friend of mine said
"You can't be rich and famous,
Til long after you're dead"

I knew right then I didn't wanna die
So a mediocre poet, I'd be
And if anybody ever said I was good
I'd say, "Huh?"... "Who me?"

Now words come easy to one like me
Course, I don't really know how to spell
But that just keeps me down to earth
We wouldn't want my head to swell

So if I write a poem that's really good
Don't say, "Great" say, "It's okay" instead
Cause I don't wanna be rich and famous
And I don't wanna turn up dead

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

I've written of heartaches and other sad things
Of broken hearts and the pain that it brings
I've written of death and of those that grieve
Of women abused but too scared to leave

I've written of sorrow and people who cry
Of those who are cheaters and of those who lie
I've written of tears that can fill the sea
Of people that's lost their serenity

I've written of children that's lost their way
Of husbands and wives too jaded to stay
I've written of depression that people feel
Of those giving up for they've lost their will

I've written of love that didn't last
Of people who live their lives in the past
I've written of poets who spill their soul
Of many things that we cannot control

I've written of dying and of suicide
Of those who lose, even though they've tried
And though I've written of all this stuff
There's much more to say, I've not written enough

Second hand smoke can **** you
But so can second hand love
Like a jumper on top of a building
'Til someone gives him a shove

You compare me to the way he was
Yet you never mention his name
But everytime I don't stack up
I'm the one that you blame

I see the way you look at me
With that cold and empty stare
Holding me and thinking of him
While wishing he was there

You talk about our future
While living in the past
I tell you how much I love you
You tell me I'm moving too fast

I die a little more each day
Because it's him you're thinking of
It's such a painful way to die
This thing, called second hand love

I am the honest poet
Okay maybe I'm not
I probably lie a little
Okay maybe I lie a lot

I mean does it really matter
If what I say is true?
It shouldn't matter at all
If I'm not talking to you

I often even lie to myself
I can't believe a word I say
I'm not very trustworthy
Maybe it's better that way

I lie and say I'm joking
Tho it was really a lie
Try and figure that on out
If you really wanna try

I'm not really a liar
See, I lied once more
No, I'm only kidding
Remember what I said before?

Okay, I guess I'll end this poem
Or maybe I might be lying
Okay I'm doin' the best I can
Okay, I'm not, but I'm trying

A breath of air with meaning
That often fills the soul
A soothing breeze with emotion
That our lips cannot control

A very soft, sweet I love you
With the essence of a kiss
A very slight brush of an angel's touch
Filled with Heavenly bliss

A secret, wrapped in mystery
Warm breath upon our cheek
A silent scream of affection
That sometimes makes us weak

A timid shout so quiet
That no one else can hear
A prisoner that our lungs release
A tickle, upon our ear

A breath of air with meaning
Can cause us to rejoice
A whisper comes in many forms
Our meaningful silent voice

I didn't know the moon could cry
But I saw it with my own eyes
It looked like rain the day you died
As tears fell from the skies

Some people said it was only rain
But I knew the moon was sad
It rose each night to stare at you
'Til the jealous stars got mad

These days it doesn't shine as bright
As it did for you back then
Sometimes it won't come out at night
Its sorrow keeps it in

The sun shines a little bit longer now
To cover for the moon
Some people say it's longer days
Not because you left too soon

I saw the moon the other night
Just before the rain
But we know it wasn't rain at all
It's tears from all its pain

As the borrowed sunrise, kisses the sky
Your beauty entraps my very being
My future, imprisoned as you walk by
Determined to keep my heart from fleeing

The moon and stars grow jealous of your smile
The mutinous stars, refusing to shine
The moon hides her face in blind denial
But in your presence the flowers will pine

Ten thousand poems are written of you
In declaration of undying love
The artists of old have painted you true
The vision, the poets were speaking of

My love is measured by each breath you take
Sealed with the promise that my heart will make

She walks through her garden of words
Choosing them carefully
She lays them all out leaving no doubt
The way it's supposed to be

All of her tears are standing in line
As she prepares to write
The darkness watches, and waits its turn
To hold her throughout the night

A sad song on her raido
Giving her tears their cue
The first one leaves finding her sleeves
As her pain starts breaking through

Her memories flooding her pen filled hand
She writes as fast as she can
Broken and mangled, her mind relents
Remembering her heartache again

Spilling her soul one drop at a time
She stumbles to her bed
Cleansing her mind, her words take their place
Knowing that all has been said

The cool breath of fall
Frees the leaves from their prison
Floating to their death

It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one else agrees

My wife says I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says, "You're  just made that way"

If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat

Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"

If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do

So be glad you're not in my shoes
A man who lives this way
The only words I'm allowed to utter
Is, "Yes dear whatever you say"

Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, I want you to know
I probably better ask my wife

Why do you tempt me with your lovely smile?
Do you not see that my heart is too weak?
The spell that you cast was meant to beguile
Is it a victim to torment you seek?

Your beauty entices my very soul
You weaken it with all of your glances
A prisoner of love out on parole
Ever so tired of fleeting romances

Stay with me within my heart's secret place
A Queen, will I make you if you desire
I bow my head unworthy of your grace
This flame you command sets my heart on fire

Just a mere token of your affection
Will cast out the fear of your rejection


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In the center of every teardrop
Is a city that's seldom seen
It's filled with pain and heartache
And everything in between

The streets are paved with promises
That's broken, from start to finish
The skies are filled with hopelessness
That hope cannot diminnish

Each teardrop holds a memory
That vanishes into air
Forgotten dreams fill the breeze
Like fog in the city square

In the square there stands a fountain
Its waters are filled with lies
Shattered smiles that turns to tears
Each time that someone cries

In the center of every teardrop
Is a city that reappears
Trapped inside a broken heart
That's called The City of Tears


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While listening to my wife complain
She filled my head with a terrible pain
She says her ****'s getting fat
She even blames me for that
And then she waits for me to explain

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
Her scars are there but never show
She carries them deep inside

He calls her stupid, a worthless *****
It's been that way for years
Some nights she cries herself to sleep
While drowning in her tears

Her self-esteem is all but gone
He's stripped her of her shame
Keeping her an empty shell
Her soul now broken and maim

And though he's never raised his hand
His abuse is easy to find
She sees the world with hollow eyes
As he tries to control her mind

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
What we see is all that's left
For a piece of her has died

She prayed everynight when the sun went down
I grew up with Mama on her knees
She'd kneel down beside me in her tattered old gown
Asking Jesus, to guide me, please

Daddy was gone before I turned three
The coal mines became his grave
Mama held his picture as tight as could be
And told of the love he gave

She'd sit with the bible and read everynight
As I listened to every word she read
She died Easter morning, before it got light
As I knelt beside her bed

She taught me what love was supposed to be
Though sometimes, life could get rough
When Daddy got killed, it just left us three
And that was always enough

I'll always remember her tears when she'd pray
As she prayed so fervently
I knew that somehow it would all be okay
Just Mama, Jesus and me

The wheat in the fields
Bowing to the harvest wind
It is time to reap

Born a legend, based on fact
The story of the blind woman's well
For she couldn't see the water's edge
And in the watery grave, she fell

When the moon shines full in the still of the night
You can still hear her mournful cries
She's begging for mercy from those in the light
From this place where her body lies

First blinded by darkness and then by revenge
She swore that she'd make them pay
She would take their children one by one
And in her watery grave they'd stay

For they knew that the woman went missing
But there were none who seemed to care
They had seen her bucket at the water's edge
But they chose to leave her there

She lured the children with promises of sweets
That this woman in the well had found
But when they would reach to claim their prize
She would hold them til they drowned

Twenty times two were the number of lives
Before the curse was finally broken
They filled in the well with tons of earth
To end those words she'd spoken

No more children would ever go missing
To their watery grave below
But in a well-shaped garden in the middle of town
Forty-one roses still grow

Where would any of us be
Without our guiding lights
The one who nursed us back to health
Through all our sleepless nights

The one who showed us patience
And taught us, right from wrong
She made us eat our vegetables
To make sure we'd grow up strong

The one who made us brush our teeth
And say our evening prayers
The one who wiped our tears away
To show us that she cares

The one who trapped those monsters
That were hiding beneath our beds
The one who tucked us in each night
And kissed us on our heads

She taught us all about Jesus
And of Heaven's Paradise
The one who gave us all she had
No matter, the sacrifice

There's no one like our mothers
Tho mine, has passed away
We thank you all, for all you give
And have a Happy Mother's Day

What if every teardrop,
Was a tiny piece of soul?
Each teardrop makes us weaker
'Til soon it takes its toll

We shed our tears in sorrow
And time just slips away
Each and everytime we cry
We lose another day

How many tears were wasted,
On people who didn't care?
The tears we should have guarded
Are simply no longer there

The tears we cried for broken hearts
Were tears we cried in vain
Soon we'll cry our souls away
And nothing will remain

What if every teardrop,
Was a tiny piece of soul?
Would we guard the tears that we have left?
Or simply let them flow

The paper will always listen
To what a teardrop has to say
We write with tears to free the soul
As we wipe the stains away

Heartaches are filled with heavy words
Tears make our heartaches light
Whenever we feel the weight of the world
The tears begin to write

The paper will never judge us
No matter who we are
Its only purpose, is to catch the tears
And heal our spirit's scar

Inside of every tear that falls
A broken heart is found
It must slowly stain the paper
Before it can make a sound

It's a necessary combination
These heartache souvenirs
A marriage made in heaven
The paper and the tears

Have you ever heard a teardrop fall
As it scars a innocent face
Heartbreak cries with bloodshot eyes
As pain begins to race

A tear is full of emotion
Not the other way around
Tears are heard without a word
Though it doesn't make a sound

A tear is a broken promise
Or maybe it's a lie
A tear will fall for one and all
When love has said goodbye

A teardrop has a purpose
They call it liquid pain
Cleansing the soul each time they flow
Though it always leaves a stain

So listen to a teardrop
Though silent it may be
The sound you hear from a single tear
Will tell its history

She hides it in the rafters
Above the loft, where she sleeps
Its pages wet, with liquid pain
From all the tears she weeps

It's called the book of secrets
Written with her tears
She tries to hide what's hidden inside
The hurt, she's felt for years

Fragments of a little girl's soul
Taken, against her will
This book is full of silent screams
That time can never heal

"Daddy has a secret,
That he told me not to tell"
She writes at night by candle light
Her verse, of living hell

Written with pain and paper
Memories wrapped with thread
It should have been her diary
But a book of secrets, instead

She hides it in the rafters
Above the loft, where she sleeps
Its pages wet, with liquid pain
From all the tears she weeps

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.

The petals on the reddest rose
Blush as you walk by
Your beauty causes the willows to weep
And the mighty winds to sigh

The sparrows sing you love songs
Each morning as the sun gives birth
A gift from God to the hearts of men
You're the flower that paints the earth

Words can't describe your beauty and grace
The poets would only fail
Artists have tried to capture your smile
But no one will ever prevail

My heartbeat whispers I love you
It leaps with joy in my chest
Your name supplies the air that I breathe
As my love for you is confessed

You're much more to me than a person
My heart has made you my need
I am the garden where romance grows
And your beauty, the only seed

In the shadows of an empty church
A little child is kneeling
She prays for God to take away
The pain her mother is feeling

Torn between, her mother's love
And the mercy to let her die
She prays the end comes quickly
And the suffering pass her by

A child of only ten years old
With a heart, already grown
She's seen the pain and suffering
That most have never known

Her mother, stricken with cancer
And her, an only child
The product of a broken marriage
Her hopes and dreams defiled

She sits beside her mother's bed
Holding her weakened hand
Binding her tears, trying to be brave
Too young to understand

Her prayers are finally answered
Her mother passes away
All alone, she kneels once more
And again, begins to pray

She says, "Dear Lord take care of mama"
As she sits in the empty room
"Tell mama that I'm gonna miss her,
"And that I will see her soon"

Dear heartache, why must you hurt me so?
What must I do to end this pain, I beg you, let me go
You rip my soul to pieces, and steal my hopes and dreams
You've clouded my perception, for nothing's like it seems

Tomorrow holds no future, I'm a prisoner of the past
Cursed to live in darkness by the shadows that you cast
Your taste is in the food I eat, that's salted with my tears
Your stain is on my pillow case that never disappears

Dear heartache, when will you set me free?
What have I done to cause this pain, why must you torment me?
I've written you this letter inquiring of your spite
But I finally know the answer, you're the reason that I write

Death beckons me to heed his call
He bids me to hasten my departure
He woos me with his hypnotizing words
That fly true, like the arrows of an archer

For a season, his cries went unheard
As I marveled at the beat of my heart
But now, it seems, my life unfulfilling
I keep looking for ways to depart

He's ever present, as I wander this maze
Pleading for my jouney to end
Telling me lies of false understanding
And taking the appearance of a friend

He whispers my name, in subliminal message
That only my mind can perceive
A pale horse, stands, at the foot of my bed
Looking for ways to deceive

He whispers, "No mercy", no mercy indeed
For I too, must one day atone
No one can hear my cries for compassion
For it's true, we all die alone

Though life be predictable, no longer appealing
For now, in my purpose content
But growing so weary, of his never ending cadence
I fear, I too, must one day relent

Here's another story that's also true
Although I hate to admit it
You see, my wife didn't think it was funny
And she just won't let me forget it

I was sitting at the table with my wife and kids
Enjoying our evening meal
I'm tellin you now, I'm lucky to be alive
And wouldn't be if looks could ****

I was almost finished with my desert
When I said, "Hey look, your mom's a Flambe'"
(Caution), never light a match near a woman's head
She didn't tell me she was wearing hair spray

Well, I got a little too close, then up she went
****!!!, flames all over the place
I started beating her on the head as fast as I could
You should have seen that woman's face

The smoke detector singing as loud as it could
Trying to cover my wife's horrible scream
I could have been married to a bald headed woman
At least that's how she makes it seem

I finally got it out, the kids were laughing
But my wife just didn't see the humor
She stared at me til my brain went weak
I seriously thought I had a tumor

I hope everybody was paying attention
To this lesson that I had to learn
Never light a match near a woman's head
And never shout burn baby burn

Cut this cancer from my heart
It causes my soul to bleed
An empty echo filled with pain
Where peace can't intercede

Confusion has become my hiding place
Words, just a means to an end
My thoughts cry out in solitude
Looking for a way to ascend

Repetition is now just a prison
My memories, just scars from the past
My dreams fade away like a mist in the night
That are destined never to last

Hope, an illusion, no more than a myth
A lie just meant to deceive
Forgiveness, a promise born to be broken
A promise you'll never receive

Cut this cancer from my heart
Before I surely die
Malignant words I can't survive
Words like the sound of goodbye

These bugs keep crawling all over my window
No matter what I do they won't go away
And I wish this eclipse would finally be over
And go from the darkness back to the day

Some kind of animal crawled under my house
He smells like he's been dead for a week
My well is empty we really need some rain
My voice so dry, I can hardly even speak

I wish my wife would hurry back home
How long can it take to go to the store?
She needs to vacuum as soon as she can
Just look at this dirt all over our floor

This house is starting to get too small
The walls feel like they're caving in
I'm gonna have to gain weight pretty soon
Cause I'm really starting to look too thin

There's those bugs again they won't go away
And now they're crawling all over my head
In case you haven't figured it out by now
Just read it again, I'm dead

Okay, It's time to write a serious poem
Enough of that funny stuff
I can write one without the humor
It's doesn't look that tough

Let me see now, where do I begin?
The rain in spain falls mainly in the plain
Ok, this may be harder than I thought
And it could even be somewhat a pain

I know I can do it though, wait and see
This poem's not finished yet
I mean, it's only just words right?
How much harder can it get

Okay, now I think I got it
Just wait til you see my next line
It's coming don't get impatient
You just gotta give me some time

Alright now, I think I'm ready
Maybe a poem about romance
To be or not to be, no that's not it
Wait!, don't leave, give me another chance

Maybe I'll write about heartbreak
"Frankly Scarlett, I don't give a ****"
Alright, I give up, I would love to write this stuff
But I guess I never can

I guess my life's been chosen for me
I'm just on a different path
You can write the serious stuff
And I'll just make people laugh

I just can't escape my fate
I guess I was born to write
I've joined the realm of rattling chains...( applies oil to chains )
And things that go bump in the night...( bump! )

A different dimension is now my home
And I can even walk through walls...( see? )
I'm cursed to write these funny poems
While walking and haunting your halls... ( trips over chair )

Now, I don't wear a sheet on my head... ( place ghostly moaning sound here )
That's simply not who I am... ( rattles chains! )
I'm something like an apparition
For I'm no longer a man

I dare you to read my poems
As I beckon from the grave... ( boo )
I'll poison you with my funny lines
Til you brains I shall enslave... ( coughs )

I've now become the Ghost Writer
The one you knew has vanished...( Where'd I go? )
So I'll haunt you with my ghostly verse
Til one day I'm finally banished...( The End )

Do you recognize these teardrops,
That's flowing here once more?
My cheek's become their resting place
Like a thousand times before

My sleeves reach out in sympathy
To heal this liquid pain
But the scars stay hidden in silence
As the hurt begins to stain

You couldn't hear my heart break
But you can see it in my eyes
My tears bring forth the evidence
That my silent pain denies

Do these teardrops look familiar?
Each one feels the same
I'm tired of crying these reused tears
With only you to blame

You told me that you're sorry
But I've heard those words for years
It's time for me to say goodbye
And cry some different tears

Two little boys
Playing in the field
One broken hearted
The other was killed

Brother against brother
A war beyond reason
To escape this war
Would surely mean treason

The time came to choose
On which side to fight
Not knowing the truth
Or which one was right

A mother stands watching
As her sons choose sides
She shows no evidence
Of the sorrow she hides

The Blue or the Gray
A color was chosen
Blood paints their swords
As time stands frozen

The North or the South
Where do they stand
One brother is slain
By his own brother's hand

Two little boys
Playing in the field
One broken hearted
The other was killed

Each breath I take, I marvel
Yet one more day of pain
A wounded heart now broken
And only pieces still remain

A distant wind still echoes
The memories from the past
Forever haunted, I stand alone
How much longer can this last?

My soul is now an empty shell
It's hollow, to the core
You left this world before your time
Your spirit, made to soar

I've numbered all my sorrows
With every tear I've cried
I bless the day that you were born
And curse, the day you died

Your name has become my heartache
Each time I hear it spoken
It cripples me from the inside out
And leaves me weak and broken

And tho I walk this world alone
You will not leave my side
You'll always be my one true love
My one, and only bride

Beneath the autumn leaves lies a secret
Buried, underneath an old oak tree
A woman, for some time, gone missing
Now, just part of the scenery

A child of seventeen years, now silent
No marker, to show where she lay
She's been gone now, for more than a season
A sad story always ends this way

She cries out from her grave of sorrows
That one day, her body might be found
A rose decorates her shallow grave
With scattered leaves blowing on the ground

A victim of a crime, with no witness
Just another drug deal gone bad
She was only passing by when it happened
But she saw things, she probably shouldn't had

So if you're ever passing by an oak tree
And underneath, you see a single rose
Remember what's beneath the scattered leaves
A secret, where a single flower grows

Sometimes it's impossible
No matter what you do
To find the right words
You just haven't a clue

The words are elusive
And remain out of sight
With no sure direction
Not knowing what to write

The pen meets the paper
Like two strangers afar
The poet's the director
His work is the star

The silence is deafening
As your thoughts tumble in
Not knowing the ending
Or where to begin

You peer out your window
With anticipation
Void of ideas
Or divine inspiration

The writer is sidetracked
With the slightest intrusion
And this great work of art
Has become an illusion

The stars reflect her beauty
While competing for her smile
Each one thinks her love is their's
While filled with blind denial

She continues to entice them
As each one feels her stare
Her love belongs to all of them
But none will choose to share

A falling star is nothing more
Than a star with a broken heart
Crippled by her rejection
It will suddenly fall apart

Whenever you see a twinkling star
It's just the Lover's dance
Dying for her attention
In its quest to find romance

The Dippers, both big and small
Were formed to quench her thirst
They stand in line to honor her
As they battle to be the first

The Northern Star takes precedence
As he points which way to go
His countenance is blinding
As he absorbs her radiant glow

So, don't forget to watch the stars
And smile each time they swoon
For now you know this love story
Between the stars and moon

When a man and woman get married
A new language will unfold
The man knows not to question why
Just do what he is told

She never has to say a word
Men will see it in that glare
It's the look that men never speak about
The "You better not do that" stare

You know the one I speaking of
Like when a woman on the street passes by
And if she catches you sneaking a peek
You'll get that evil eye

Or when you say something stupid
And your wife starts shaking her head
You know the look I'm talking about
That one that says, "You're dead"

Or when you're at her mother's
You better not say a word
You know her eyes are watching you
Even though she's never heard

It doesn't need any definition
Cause men know what it means
It's the look than causes your heart to stop
And can even rupture their spleens

So when you learn this language
Your words will surely die
The look she'll give will be enough
To even make a grown man cry

Nothing will ever look the same
When you're told you're going to die
The things you took for granted
Will no longer pass you by

The flowers become more beautiful
'Cause you take the time to smell
And the things that went unnoticed
Now live to say farewell

The things you touch seem different
While marveling at the feel
You wonder why you have to die
To make things seem so real

The gentle winds that kiss your face
Now bring you to your knees
You never notice until it's too late
The joy that's in the breeze

The past becomes your future
Remembering your mistakes
You live each day to right the wrong
No matter what it takes

The hardest part is saying goodbye
To all the people you love
One more day is all you want
It's all you're thinking of

You're amazed by God's creation
While counting every breath
The world will never look the same
As you look through the eyes of death

Has anyone seen my destiny?
Some might call it fate
The future me, I long to see
And I don't want to wait

Who will I be tomorrow?
Will I see things differently?
Or on that day, am I sorry to say,
I'm someone I don't want to be?

Where's that magic mirror,
That knows of future things?
Will it show, what I want to know,
Of what tomorrow brings?

Will I be a man of honor?
Which path should I choose?
Will I roll the dice once or twice,
And soon find out I lose?

Has anyone seen my destiny?
Show me which road it takes
Will I choose to change and rearrange,
And learn from my mistakes?