Shattering the glass which held our fate
Across the dunes of time do we make
Forging the destiny we wish to create
Pushing foes with our wake
Remembering why we fight this war
Why we press through and through
Smashing destiny, we fight for much more
We fight to be
Remembered

Do we not strive to find some solace and some peace
Digging holes, exploring places to find that missing piece
Many a wandering people desire their true love to be revealed
A shy poets creative mind, where extraordinary thoughts are secretly concealed
Do we not strive to find that perfect tune whose note reflects our own face
Scouring hills, treading mountains, to find our sacred place
Some may plod along their paths for many months, many year
Eventually they grow content, doubt no longer fear
We find our hope in not what we want but more so in what we realize
Looking back on what has already passed and finding happiness in the journey through our eyes

Focus on the peaceful things, the things which make you smile
The calming waves or golden plains, think about them for a while
Go away, far way, so far into your happy place
And dance along with the whistle of the breeze and float away with gentle grace
But...
If all else fails come with me
And I will give you therapy
We'll raze the roof
Hit the town
Smash bottles beneath our feet
Because sometimes the best therapy calls
For a pinch of laughs and a tablespoon of chaos
Let loose your rage unto the world
Bottled up beneath your skin
It boils
And make the world pay and laugh all the way
Laugh away smiling
All the while

So quiet are my nights
So quiet are my daylights
Quiet is my life it seems
This somber tune I play

Perhaps someday I'll love
A girl
Who will love me all the same
And without shame
Say she loves me back
...Perhaps...

Nothing stings more than the bloodied tip
Which burns in my back and makes my blood drip
And if I had known this would be my fate
No reason could I conjure, nor could create
But alas, it is so, and my back has been gorged
Burning the bridge of trust which was forged
And pitifully I lay with my face in the dirt
As you walk away from this pain and unsettling hurt
A fool that I was to put faith in a lie
The result in which my trust will perish and die
And as you recede in the darkness, into the foggy night
With your cape draped across your face, shading the light
I will be here, with your knife in my spine
Where your devious acts had sat down
To Feast and To Dine

I need as many bullets I can have
To stuff them down
Packed in my mags
So I may say so valiantly
You cannot take my guns from me
Because you see,
You better leave me be
For I have weapons
So I must not flee
And leave my pride behind
I need capacities for a war
To  take down my hunting prey
So if you come door to door
My guns are mine
And if you try
I will bring you a civil war
Do not take my guns from me
The second amendment does decree!
That I have the strict liberty
To protect myself with unstoppable force
The government wants my guns from me
So they may enslave my family
Big Brother is watching so carefully
But my guns will deny them victory
My guns will revolt against them fast
Take those guns from me, put a time limit on my play things
Because surely that will make me less of a man
Without his guns he is hopeless

Before I grew up so fast
I once believed I was a good kid, back when I had never seen the world
Where life was just like the stages of the day and moments passed and carried on
But that day I always remember when a new emotion, where I was hurled
To a new territory, to a never before seen place
Where kids began to find it funny on what others looked like
How it mattered to have a flawless face
No blemishes
No scars
No indications of any irregularity could be found
For if it was, kids ended up"outside the club"
Forever bound
To the snickers of others
And incessant gossip of cliques
Where mothers and fathers would ask you how your day went
But all you ever said was "fine"
Not wanting to say what he or she at school had said
Which made you feel self conscience for the briefest of moments
The first time someone had mentioned that of the few
Eligible to possibly join that group
Your nose was too big or your ethnicity didn't match up
And you sauntered on down the hall alone between each passing class
Each day became another fight
To impress the people you envied so
And though you say you envied not
It was always in the back of your mind
Keeping up with the fashion trends
Bending your mind to things you'd "get used to"
And forcing yourself to be who you were not
Each passing day metaphorically new.
The make-up or new shoes you had to acquire
Becoming a liar, and for those passing moments  
Refusing to admit you changed, you turned into the envy you held inside
And anger formed
For as long as you sought to be the one that held the "popular seat"
You could not meet the standards of those who ran the school
Those who set those fashion trends and controlled the halls
With glaring eyes, bending the heads of those who weren't "cool" to their feet
Your anger became a sorrowful doubt
Doubt which turned your insides out
Doubling the pain of exclusion
And adding only insult to the injury
Perhaps one day you realized fast,
That maybe at last you're free from those kids
Who held your talent down to shame
And made lunch a funny game
To see if maybe today you would sit alone
Again and again, each passing day
And I apologize
For on that day
Under that quiet December sky
I witnessed that game, the cool kids played
And sat back and only observed
For who was I to say anything
Paint a target on my back
Yet confidence I did so lack
And on that day I went on my way
As if nothing had ever happened.
Perhaps we all went through this once
Witnesses to a bully
Name called "stupid or "dunce"
Yet we all sat back and watched
And till today I sit
Typing this apology
Realizing I could have made a difference

I cannot speak for anyone but me
But what I watch is what I see
What will it take to someday break free
From this violence, we must flee
When will adults look around the room
And apologize for their sins
Where egos and rank have no bearing
Ending hate before it begins
When will the ones who run this world
Shatter the cycles of pain
Dismantle all the ignorance
Washed away with heavy rain
When will the day come where I will be allowed to travel
To any place
Where I will not be discriminated for ethnicity or race
When will a time come near, where children play with no fear
Of strangers who play with them, with strangers they call friends
When will the people shout for change? When will they rise and say enough?
Enough with the killing
Enough with the death
Enough with the battle fields, enough with the wars
No more shattered windows or broken down doors
How much blood must be spilled to change the world?
Enough to paint a city red?
When will people cast down their stones and cherish life rather than being dead?
I cannot speak for anyone but me
But what I watch is what I see
And I see a world, a dysfunctional world
Talking too much
But taking no action

Where does this boredom end?
On what steep hill must I bend?
To feel a sense of excitement again
To feel life rush through my veins once more
If my life was like a heart monitor
Me, myself, the utter wanderer  
Would have flat lined many moons ago
For I have lived a colorless life up till now
As grey as it may seem
Tints of color sometimes do spring
But always I find myself back where I started
Wishing for another exciting thing

Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
These scrapes and bruises that mark my body
Tattooed to my soul, my purity thinned
I walk down my own laid out path  
Turning head and closing eye
For I know not your darkest wrath
Your brightest love or majesty high
I have yet to find why I traverse this land
But as I walk I stumble
I've come up short too many times to count
Too many times I wish I could do it over
And I curse myself and grit my teeth
Pressing on, pressing onward, my body beat
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
The profane words that leave my mouth
Venomous ideas corroding my mind
I am slowly walking to my end along the currents of time
I'd ask for strength, but what father would receive
A son who has chosen to leave
To turn away from amazing grace
I am a vagabond in this world
Tears rushing down my face
My world is but an empty place
Are we born to see the dark world
Encase me?
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned-
I have no clue in what to think
No clue on earth on how to feel
Could it be true that you are real?
I know not where I can find you
I know not where to go
But please forgive me
For I have sinned
But I pray there is time
To grow

The moon was bright that very night
Where my dreams took me to an ocean vast
No land in sight and to my fright
Nightfall had overtaken the land
I kept my head above the waves
But alas to my dismay
I saw the slithering of serpents
Wallow in the depths below
An eerie cry of an unknown beast
Could be heard beneath the waves
Lights did flicker and large jawed fish swam by
As I swam in this ocean vast
Spiny fins dipped out of the water but returned so quickly
Down, down under
And I swam in this ocean vast, utterly alone
I soon came across a giant squid with its large eye directly below me
Spanning several yards, it glowed beneath the waves
As quickly as it had come, it shot away and down below
Where the other serpents and beasts did lurk
Waiting to drag me under
I saw another light
This one came forward and I dove under to see it close
The darkness of this world below
As I swam toward the light
Down in this ocean vast
As I came upon this glowing orb
It bobbed and danced around
And led me to it's barred teeth
Waiting for its prey.

A man once said the world is dead
But what does it mean to be alive?
To act, to think, to do, but isn't that the life of what a machine must do?
What does it mean to be alive?
To feel the wind across your face, the burning sun beating down as we run this race,this puzzling thing we call life
But What does it mean to be alive?
A pain of guilt, the shame of doubt? The things which make us who we are?
What on earth does it really mean, to truly be alive?
Be yourself is what they preach, individuality at its peak
But is it unique to be yourself, if everyone else does the same?
Is their truly any way to be alive in this game?
A man once said the world is dead
And maybe he was right
That every person "lives" their lives in a carcass and cocoon
Never fully grasping the outside world, where true life could but loom
What does it mean to be alive?
To be free from all scorn and ridicule?
Without a doubt the world will accept you, no matter, who you are
I cannot say if we are alive but its a place we all but dread
In this life we are a walking dead, pretending we are
Alive

You're chestnut eyes catch the color of perfection
A smile that melts any heart
Though many may look at what you have on the outside
I simply love you for who you are
When you laugh I laugh as well
Even if I didn't hear what had been said
It's contagious and harmonious to my ears
A sweet lullaby inside my head
The silk you call hair falls graciously around
That masterpiece you call a face
All I ever see is a blinding work of art
And saddened by the absence of its grace
I often find myself at a loss of words
Whenever I attempt to say a thing
But to think I have your attention for a second
Is a triumph of each and every day
I may not have everything you want, but trust me
If you gave me a chance
I would be there when you fell
And gladly offer you my hand
I'm not in it for the action
I'm in it to know you are mine
As selfish as that may seem
I will love you forever  
I will love you till the end of time

Several years back
Five to be exact
I climbed a tall wall where I proceeded and sat
Another climbed as well
And I called him my friend
Through years did we sit and good times did we spend
This wall soon grew smaller, as we matured and grew taller
And onto the other side did my friend jump with a hoop and a holler
We were still best of friends, but as this story ends
I realize now, things change over time.
He finally found a soul mate
Quite charming indeed
And their relationship grew from that tiny seed
He became an adult, packed his bags and left home
I wish him the best, but still do I roam
With a smile on his face, he left this old place
Never looking back down memory hall
With the laughs that we shared and times we were paired
From five years ago I sit alone on our wall.

I am a weapon you created
Yet cannot handle
I was forged to **** evil
Yet I **** the innocent
With me you can massacre in a blink of an eye
But I didn't **** anyone of course
So don't point fingers at me

There once was a boy who found a hole in his heart
And searched all around for that missing part
Wherever he looked, he found something that fit
But soon melted away, every bit by every bit.
Years did go by
And that young boy did cry
For he could not find what filled his lonely heart
Until one day a man, clothed in golden flannel and fleece
Promised the boy he could find that missing piece
And the boy went along and found love in his things
His possessions and awards, dressing like kings.
He pushed people away for he was so high
His throne clad in iron, spearing the sky
A heart glazed with, a shield of pure stone
Though he had many working for him, he was utterly alone.
But that day finally came, he realized he still searched for that part
Still yearning to fill that hole in his heart
Death bed ridden in his dying end
That old man realized what he truly wanted
Was a friend.

No matter how long you want to stay the same
It finds you one way or another
Either large or small
It takes you by surprise
The feelings that it brings you
Like gifts wrapped on Christmas day
A mystery that surrounds you and waits for you to find for yourself
It can come like a storm
Unpredictable like rain from a clear sky
But eventually you find yourself living life with it
As if it were always there
And no matter how long you want to stay the same
You live with it and call it friend.

"Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teaches my hands to the war, and my fingers to fight.
Be not Thou far from me, O Lord.
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust. O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not my enemies triumph over"

Will you take my hand?
It is a bearer of many things
Pointing the direction of the people
And providing your sacred wings
Do not sit back and just watch
The toils of poor and mangled folk
Take up arms my fellow friends, for darkness we must choke
As we march unto the light
With our heads and honor high
Earthquakes we will cause
The ringing of the bells into the night
Even if the world does seem
To turn on the last remaining good men
They will not surrender and will fight to the bitter end
Join the rally join the cause
For a purer world to come
Don't sit back and only witness
What you could have always done
If the world joined all hands
In peaceful harmony
The evils of today
Would be but made up fantasy.