Come Wayward Souls
that wander in the darkness.
There is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear
are easily forgotten,
when you submit to the soil of the earth.
Grow tiny see,
you are gone to the tree.
Rise, till your leaves fill the sky,
until your sighs fill the air in the night.
Lift your mighty limbs,
and give praise
to the fire.

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

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

From where I sit I stare blankly
Nostalgia takes over, remembering the times of old
A tear runs down my eye so quiet
For those memories are only that
Yet I yearn to revisit those warming times
Where I like to think I had a plan
But here I lay
Only left to dig up my lost memories
Crying we could never hold that moment again
But smile because we were given the chance
Soft music wafts throughout my head
I look deep down the wishing well of time
And scoop my past in the cusp of my hand
I sigh at the magic it emits
For that magic is me
Intertwined with who I am today
The garden planted so long ago
Sprouted and in fullest bloom
Each flower like a story
Every **** like an unexpected journey
The sun shimmering through the sunflower sea
I lay with my hand over my forehead
Humming with the subtle tunes of a lovely life
The cicadas buzz with the swaying of plants
Wispy clouds never ceasing to say hello
I dare not shut my eyes in fear I will lose what I have here
I palm the dirt beneath my resting spot
For this dirt holds my roots
My past and cradles my future
This garden here beyond the sky
My garden.
Is my home

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

How weird it seems
So long ago
I feared that you would truly
Never ever know
That I-
Love-
You-
Though you didn't need me
I promised I would show you
A well remembered time
And it seemed to be
My turning key
For you to call me mine

How Weird it seems
So long ago
I remember you and my
First Christmas evening snow
Like it was yesterday
Together we--kept warm
Behind the fire I realized
What now I know
I just don't love you
You're much more than that
Simple words like Love
Could never handle fact

So weird it seems
As you stand so still
In front of alter
You truly always forever will
Be my purest joy
My, saving grace
Though they laughed
Hate could never chase
Our Love away

How Weird it seems
They'll never know
What it means
When your eyes sparkle
So long ago
The laughs we shared
The shouts that rang
The ups and downs
Which always sang
We were imperfect
But thats the most perfect
Thing we shared

So Weird it seems
So long ago
We were young and open-minded
Always going with the flow
But now we're here
With olden days
Walking through the same city
Every corner and every way
We'd walk before
But I can't be sad
In a world with you
For every day is always brighter
Every second so much sweeter
Every moment seems to be just like a dream
So weird it seems

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

I walk by them often
you have too.
The fakers who judge what you do,
who pretend to be,
more than they are.
Who believe they're safe,
down to the core.
Who paint their faces different hues,
who laugh and smile when others do.
Oh the fakers, movers, and shakers,
why do I let you stay?
And let you judge another day?

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

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.

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

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

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

--We live in a broken world--
A reality where man must prove that he is true
Wearing the white cape of justice
Wielding the piercing blade of truth
And puncturing the shadowy veil of evil
Man must act
Grasping the medals he is awarded
Framing the honors he has received
The small bleary eyed boy
With his fathers helmet atop his head
Will grow to fight his own battles
Uphills
And down steep slopes
But he shall take up his fathers sword
And wield it once more
In the field of battle it shall cut through the shroud
With silken cape trailing behind him
And evil shall be vanquished

--However--

We do indeed live in a broken world
And the greed of man has seeped through and through
Infecting the positions of kings
Poisoning the lips of law
And in this broken world
Where a soldier of peace as ironic it may be heard
Will need to pierce the veil within himself
Where the dark has slowly grasped
And where doubt has taken root
For shall he do as commanded
Or fasten the helmet upon his head
In defiance
Becoming the enemy of the kingdom he once so loved
The white knight of justice will choose
And he shall be revered as the traitorous blood
Who turned his back to his fellow man
But in his heart
In this broken world
He shall know he still holds his fathers honor
Forever and ever
--Man's white knight--