The funny things that love will make you do,
from believing in god,
to tearing you into two.
As we fight for life's ******,
which we shoot into our heart,
disregarding what ripped us apart,
all so that we can make a fresh start,
just to be a blotch on life's art.

Dissonance is when you are met with a contradiction.
You go through life with no qualms,
eating everyday the preservatives you love,
forgetting the places where we just dropped bombs,
dropped upon children; as if gods from above.
Men and women are murdered every day,
but we have the power to keep that at bay,
with our expertise in the art of ******,
your country is our flock and we are the herder.
But every few days or so,
a report will come up on T.V.,
how the problem will grow,
but not to worry, it will never effect me.
So I live my life with my T.V. shows,
going to parties and drinking too much,
not thinking of the children who made my clothes,
and how my comfort is due to their touch.
Until one day a new report is up,
how the war has not worked and people are dying,
the reporter doesn't bat an eye during his close up,
when they show the children crying.
Dissonance appears in my heart,
my head, my body and my soul.

"How can I be so happy and free?
with someone living so below me.
I should help, I should fight,
show those heathens what is right.
Let the world know that this is wrong,
maybe I'll even write a song."

Then my brain recognizes its bounds,
settles down and grabs a coke,
I'll just do a few more rounds,
of sitting and telling a joke.
That makes it easier for me,
to laugh instead of aid,
for I know they are not free,
but soon their voices will fade,
and I can comfortably forget their plea.

Do not force me to believe,
to get down on my knees,
it will only cause me to leave,
respect my views please,
and maybe then I will appease.
For I am the lone wolf,
living without his pack,
tossed away like a sheep which is black,
because they believed I fell of track.
Distant and alone I have grown,
living this life which they have sewn,
so do not expect me to live this life,
after what I have seen,
after all of the strife.
Just hold my hand and lead me away,
do not pull, do not play.
Just give me direction and I will follow,
choosing my way,
hoping to fill what's hollow.
And if I cannot believe what you teach,
I will move on with my life,
and let you still preach.
But if you continue you to spout,
about how I am a failure,
like a crop in a drought.
Then I will be forced to fight back alone,
breaking you down, turning over every stone.
So I beg of thee just trust me,
to make my decision based on what I agree,
and if I find love within your words,
then I will go high,
taking flight with these birds.

Do not look for me in your heart,
I am not there as I have been evicted,
It was something neither of us predicted,
I guess our connection was not as it was depicted.
I will not look for you in my heart,
For you slipped out in the dark of the night,
When I was asleep and could not foresee the plight,
That was the last time my heart would extend an invite.

I have a college degree,
but no money,
a future in my eyes,
and that is all I can see.
Blinded by dreams of grandeur,
ignoring the fact that I am poor,
As success is in my future for sure.
Ignoring my surroundings I drive full speed,
not seeing the bump,
I am blinded by greed.
Hitting it and going off course,
running off the road and down a ditch,
crashing with immense force,
and my dreams die without a twitch.

There is more to me I am sure,
I could be an astronaut,
or a politician,
I just need to get motivation.
I have more heart and soul,
it is just buried down there,
but I am digging a hole,
I have the stuff I just got to get it,
it may be hidden,
but not forbidden.
There is more to me I am sure,
it is just a matter of finding it,
I did lose it, I admit.
There is more to me I am sure,
but finding it does not make me secure,
so I will leave it be..
And endure.

I do not want to wake up seeing what I see,
the shivers down my spine,
the fear within my heart.
I cower at the thought of being free,
when the stars will align,
when I must play my part.
I do not know of who I will be,
will I shine,
or will I trip at the start.
I must step out this door and flee,
released from this confine,
I must make life art.

As I lash out like a wave crashing upon the sand,
destroying the castles built by hand,
destroying moral like a warlord on a killing spree,
a nuclear explosion which no one can flee.
For nothing escapes my grasp,
as I am the infection which spreads so far,
choking your voice until it is merely a rasp.
Please remove me from your life,
as I am here only to cause strife,
like a cancer in your heart,
you can't quiet get out,
always wondering "when did it start?",
what caused this drought?

But do not fear,
for it is not your fault,
let me be clear,
I am like this by default.
So love me or leave me,
it is up to you,
but you can not change me,
for I am evil through and through.

It is too hard,
why should I try?
to go that extra mile,
when the opportunity will fly on by.
There is too big of a cost,
why should I leap?
what if we end up lost?
and the devil has my soul to keep.
Tell yourself these words everyday,
and life passes you by,
and you sit and play.
Let these words sit in your head,
as you sit alone,
lying in your bed.
But there are others who will not be like you,
others who are like lions,
the kings to break out of this zoo.
There are others who are not like you,
they say I can when they should not,
and do not give it a second thought.
Those are the men who will stand atop a mountain,
looking down upon you,
and ******* in your drinking fountain.
Those are the men who will succeed because they believed,
while you sat and gave every excuse you could bleed.

We act as if we are different,
that this scenario doesn't match us,
so why should I help?
I am a lion crying for my forest,
why should I stop the penguin's glaciers from melting?
"They will just have more area to swim..."
I am a businessman working for my family,
why should I give my hard earned money to the dying?
"They should work past their problems... Like I did!"
I am an artist who lives within themselves,
my life is harder than that homeless man's.
"He probably does drugs anyways...".
And we move on,
set on our personal goals,
never looking back,
but expecting all others to at least glance.

The thought... idea... notion.
That you will leave me someday,
leaves me hollow as a log,
with maggots eating my heart, like your body.
Knowing what we have,
will once be what we had,
lost in the fog of our memories,
with no road back.
That day will come...
Possibly quicker than I think.
Yet until that day comes,
I dare not blink.

Fake it until you make it,
and you will go far,
you have done this "a thousand times",
in every bar.
You are an actor, governor, a poet,
and you know it,
Approach each boy and girl,
as if you are the shiniest pearl.
Some may notice your dull gleam,
but the rest will see you as a dream.
Fake it until you make it,
and success will follow,
the longer you go,
you will be less hollow.

**** me over,
put me in agony,
but it is okay,
because we are all family.
Accept defeat,
take the hit,
when you are with family,
you deal with this ****.
But what if you could pick and choose,
who you keep and who you lose,
well then those would be friends,
who you can pick until your heart's content,
but remember that isn't family,
that is merely people for rent.

I can do it,
I swear I can,
trust me please,
I have a plan.
But if you continue to inhibit my heart,
then I will find it hard to start,
because I am like a child,
one who has hopes and dreams,
you cannot have me reviled,
or you will tear me apart by my seams.
Instead you must support me,
and tell me I can,
even when you do not agree,
you must see me become a man.
For I will grow and become stronger,
like a vine around a tree,
I will continue until I can no longer,
and then I will be free.

What is it that we see within each others torn heart,
During the times of dire need we have grown apart.
Still grasping for one another as if it were all the same,
And yet we both realize have become tormentingly mundane.
Is it these memories that tie us to this mental prison,
Or the belief that you and I can fight this cataclysm.
Should we salvage all that we have learned to know,
Or is it time for us to let go..?

I was with a friend in a bar in downtown Prague,
It was one of those nights where we only want a couple drinks,
But that doesn't happen.
For we meet a few nice lads who enjoyed their drink,
And the girl they were with seemed like a little fink,
So we indulged ourselves in idle chatter; about hometowns and travels which we soon forget..
But my eyes remain upon this assumed *****,
But her lack of interest is causing a bore,
So I separate to find a new friend,
One who can keep me warm in my conceited mind,
For I do not care for the physical action,
As long as she is stimulated by my interaction.
But as the drinks add up,
And the bill gets higher.
I begin to lose faith in my ingenuity,
And begin to scoff at my insecurity,
So I find the nearest *****,
Who couldn't quite cut it before,
And I discuss how it was a glitch,
I didn't approach her at the door.
And we begin to talk,
About something I don't remember now,
But I'm sure it was smart and obscure,
Maybe about a meaningless cure..
But the night soon ends,
And I don't have my credit,
So we ****.
And leave.
And I wonder if she thought the same thing.

I can never seem to finish a book,
I often get distracted you see,
another story will catch my eye,
and carry me out to sea.
This lack of consistency,
has put a fear in me,
that I cannot create my own.
For we have a story,
which has so much glory,
like the great loves we learn in class.
A man killing hundreds,
through a war of the worlds,
as he fights for the love of his life.
But what I worry,
is that in the great flurry,
our love; I will accidentally bury.

I have been gone,
but now I'm back,
is that not what we wanted?
Now we can get on track!
Or have we lost the race already,
fatigued ourselves,
no longer steady?
Let us push to try and win,
but if we cannot then lets us finish,
have some dignity and end it right,
there is no need to succumb to a losing fight.
If there is the off chance that we make it,
then that is a chance we should take,
because to quit is pathetic,
so lets pretend to be athletic.

We will all live and die,
chasing after those fireflies,
like our dreams illuminating in the night,
only to disappear with flight.
As we reach and ****** and miss,
stumble until the ground we kiss,
And some quit and go back home,
but others hearts are made of stone.
While the others feel the pain of failure,
the driven ones push on with valor,
but soon daylight comes and the sun will rise,
and then we can count our fireflies.

Release me like a bird from the branch,
close your eyes,
and imagine me flying away.
But when you open them; watch me plummet.
I flap my wings as hard as I can,
only to break them once I land.
Looking down at me you stare,
then turn your back without a care.

Bombs blowing in the air,
ruins the moisture for my hair,
let dying dogs lie I always say,
as long as they don't get in my way.
Let those slum children die,
so I can let out an excited cry,
when my soccer team doesn't let a goal go by.
We should clean and fix this place,
I will say when I visit the disgrace,
how can a country be so displaced,
how did it become such a waste?
But when I get home,
I forget what I saw,
as I have no time to waste,
with society's flaw.

Why is it people only read when it is about you,
although these poems are all I can tolerate.
Is it because my words are so true,
when my dislike will only consolidate.
Are you worth the pain which courses through my brain,
as readers pander for the hurt which you cause,
The only emotion that they enjoy is insane,
So to satiate their lust I reveal my flaws.

The symbol of death,
life flying by,
the desolate end within sight.
We can still be pretty,
we can still stand strong,
like a flower fighting the frost.
Do not let your life become a pity,
do not let the people sing your song,
do not let your be lost.
Grow like the vine,
gripping everything you see,
stab like the rose,
letting them know you will not flee.

I am a man,
who has no plan,
living life with the flow of the breeze,
swaying to the side from the smallest sneeze.
Yet I find happiness in every turn,
uninhibited by every burn,
because as I explore life's great wonders,
and learn from all my blunders,
I gain knowledge which I never knew,
and all of it leads me to you.

I just want you happy,
with a smile on your face,
a golden gleam in your eye,
and your smile filled with grace.
I just want you to love,
feel the joy explode out,
warming all who surround you,
shocking them like an untimely shout.
Alas, you cannot always get what you want,
and with me here,
you will not find that hidden ecstasy,
that much is clear.
With me by your side,
you will find yourself lost,
warm in your heart,
but surrounded by frost.
My love, my life, my darling,
take that final step with me,
escape from this jail,
grow your wings and fly free...


And when we are lost in the darkened sky,
and you begin to question why?
I will be there by your side,
waiting for you to become my bride.

Vous êtes mon petit oiseau,
Vous avez mon coeur, isn't that so?
So don't fly away my little bird,
stay here with me and you'll never get hurt.
Your broken wings I can repair,
and soon you will glide next to me,
We will both be soaring in the air,
to be with one another, over the sea.

I can't say what I want to you,
because it is held up in my chest,
I want to scream and let it out,
but I fear that is not best.
They always say never show your hand,
for a modest man is admirable,
but now I must make my stand,
and put myself all in,
by telling you that I love you.
It is not just a love that you see in the flicks,
or the type that you read in the books,
my love is like a thousand bricks,
landing upon your head.................

**** the formalities. **** the artistry.
There is no art in love,
there are no metaphors,
similes,
onomatopoeias...
There is only that unheard of force which keeps me going,
the battery to my soul,
the engine to my heart.
There is only that unheard of lift when I hear your voice,
it flies me above the clouds,
letting me see what I can be.
The only art which I can see,
which involves loves beauty,
is the masterpiece that the lord made,
when he graced us with you my fair maid.

Lemme just say this,
before you go and take the ****.
I have feelings too,
some of which you never knew.
Words hit me just as hard,
although I react to them like a bard.
Quick on my feet with a rebuttal,
Although I have a knack of not being subtle.
I'm sorry for when I'm so cruel,
my words poor out like drool.
So why can't we both love, laugh and be calm,
because you are truly the best mom.

I wake up every morning and think:
"I am a free man, I will do what I want.".
So I walk through my comfortable, three bedroom, two story home with a fully furnished basement, proper neighborhood and a good school.
I go eat breakfast with that stupid rabbit,
which is my favorite form of self- loathing,
Then I dress in my tightest jeans,
that my friend Tommy told me I needed.
I awkwardly shuffled to my car,
whose red color emphasizes my power,
at least thats what the salesman told me...
So I drive on these roads I payed for,
passing by the people whose lives don't exist,
to go to work and pay for:
The car which shows my success,
the jeans which makes me as attractive as success,
the cereal I drown my sorrows in,
and the house which lives my broken dreams.

Why is it that every time I finally get it within my grasp,
it slips away like water through a strainer.
So close to what I need, desire, admire,
willing to drop everything for that one chance,
but every time.
Every God ****** time,
it slips away,
out of my hands,
onto the floor,
where it crashes; painting the floor with my failure,
over my other fresh coat of dreams.

What have I done thus far?
With travels around the world,
a top grade education,
while coming from a wonderful nation.
I have pride,
dignity,
and above all, honor.
That is what I'll say,
but is that what I display?
I live like a child,
off the gains of others,
begging for more,
like babe scream at their mothers.
I have a false sense of security,
with a feeling of purity,
I cover up my insecurities,
with humanitarian obscurities.
Inclined to take what I can get,
but complain when I must break a sweat,
but I am truly in the world's debt,
and I still have a chance to be the world's vet.

It is frustrating,
truly infuriating,
how I just cannot seem to get it right.
Every night,
I write words down,
and watch them turn to ****.
I write of love,
and hate,
or neither...
I write and write and write,
until I take a mental breather,
only to realize my brain has lost its light,
covered in mold that is its blight.
And I have these feelings in my heart,
which threaten to tear me apart,
and no matter what I do,
I cannot get it through,
of how I am in love with you,
or how I grew,
to hate that view....
And other ****.

For what it's worth,
I love you,
yet you are the fish that will feed my soul,
and I only have a spear.
So here I am in between a rock and a hard place,
as I debate on whether to capture you just for me?
Or will I be generous and let you be free..?
In the end, you swim away,
so I will stay,
and keep on fishing.

He did not understand the storm within his mind; as his thoughts would turn towards humankind,
He thought of the hate within his life,
but his thoughts were pure,
as he analyzed the strife,
and contemplated a cure.
But behind the greatest intentions,
and all of man's creations,
there is a whirlwind of temptations,
which must be pushed in the right path.
But with all the greed and the hate,
and surrounded by sin's bait,
things will go awry,
as it is only fate.
So with his heart as pure as gold,
slowly melting as he gets old,
always doing as he's been told,
until his heart is covered in mold.
And with his distraught inside,
slowly going bad with age,
he realizes his dreams have died,
while living life out in a cage.

What is it about me, that makes it so easy for you to hate?
Is it the way that I have succumbed to being your doormat,
Or perhaps the knack you have of making my heart deflate,
I try so hard to make you proud,
Being your savior, your friend and your trustee,
I try to make you talk about me out loud.
But it would appear that you do not think of me.
I must grow as an adult in order to survive,
And then maybe you will care if I am alive.

I am always told:
What to do.
Where to go.
How to live.
"Climb that mountain to your dreams",
I did. I fell. Now I have a broken back.
"Travel the world and your memories will be your treasure".
I did. I got lost. Now I am a beggar.
"Do not love her! She will take you away!"
I did not. I stayed. Now I am alone.
Every waking moment I listen to what I was told.
How I begged like a dog and whispered like a pup.
Every waking moment I remember what I was told.
I did. I stopped. Now I am happy.

Brought down,
brought to the ground,
treated different because I'm brown,
like some stray in the pound.
Tell me officer,
what did I do,
treated like I am from a flying saucer,
by trying to be like you.
So as you subject my face,
and drive my head into the dirt,
make me into a disgrace,
in in front of the people you said I would hurt.
So keep your title and name,
and cling to that moment of fame,
where you saved the civilians from demise,
and make me the object of their despise.
But someday I will rise,
and my people will reach the skies,
but we will not stop there,
for within us there is no fear,
to rise above is our goal,
and we will not stop until we are whole.

There is no cold,
just lack of heat.
You are the sun,
and yet I still shiver.

He looked her in the eye,
as he aimed at her head,
he was surprised when he began to cry,
after he shot her in the head.
Yet his body felt an irreplaceable joy,
as this abysmal feeling filled his mind,
for the recognition of pain is also the recognition of freedom.
He was no longer under siege like troy,
and he was no longer blind,
For the recognition of freedom, is also an act of treason.

Sometimes it is hit or miss,
to go for that kiss,
but if you find it,
you are granted eternal bliss.
To shy away,
and not join the fray,
will leave you alone,
like a child sent astray.
So take that dive,
be graceful like a dolphin,
as you make a big splash,
into the ocean of love,
do not worry about the crash,
for you will fly like a dove.
If you were to miss,
and lose that dear kiss,
live and let live,
and continue to strive,
for once you find love,
you will feel alive.

Holy hell I hate you,
we sit,
we laugh,
we lie,
about what we should love.
But I know that you do not love me,
you despise me like a Jew in Germany.
You know I do not love you,
for I despise you like a Palestinian in Isreal.
Holy hell we hate one another,
and we both know,
but we lie,
and say we agree with one another,
while we **** each other.
Holy hell I ******* hate you,
how could you do this,
how could you lie,
how could you not care,
how could be be like me.

My voice explodes from within my soul,
hatred stemming from my broken heart,
blinded by smoke from your heart of coal,
wondering how we tore apart.
While fire emanated from our love,
the heat became too hot to handle,
I should wear a glove when holding you,
but my insatiable hunger I cannot resist.
You are the dinner I have slaved for,
a great idea, soon to be a chore.
Like a child biting a hot meal,
only to be reprimanded by mother,
a kiss from you I will steal,
even if the smoke does smother.

My inner strength and constant fight,
does not stem from some inner might,
it comes from my inner bite,
and the depreciation of those around me.
Through my mental analysis,
I separate others through a dialysis,
and create my own psychoanalysis,
and it boosts my confidence by a degree.
I critique their brain, their clothes and their hair,
what I see in them is not fair,
but without knowing them I cannot care,
and that is how it will always be.
But I am not alone in the world of judge,
it is as if inside of me there is a grudge,
seeing others merely feels like a trudge,
and many others agree.

I care so much for others,
so I donated five dollars,
to stop the child neglect,
because it is my duty to protect.
In my country we do not have child labor,
for we have pure souls,
only heathens would allow such things,
so I let others pull the strings.

I can take a hit,
so tell me the truth,
I can take it bit by bit,
I still have my youth.
But if you keep this on,
and play with my trust,
as if this is a heartless con,
and you're in it for lust.
But if you can feel the fire inside,
when your eyes capture mine,
if you never lied,
it sends a tingle up my spine.

I explore the icy cave within you,
searching for what can only be described as warmth,
I never found where the heat came from,
but the walls began to melt.

I don't want to get out of my bed,
it's too cold,
there are so many things that I dread,
not everything is glitter and gold.
I don't want to get out of my bed,
there is so much sadness,
sometimes I'd rather be dead,
it'd be an escape from the madness.
I don't want to get out of my bed,
what will happen if I stay?
When I die, what will be said?
Only that I kept my fears at bay?

I should get out of my bed,
I may fear loss,
of love,
life,
happiness.
But if I don't get out of bed,
I may as well be dead.

If the world were to end,
Would I let you know how I feel?
Would I stay as your friend,
Remaining even keel?
Or would I knock on your door,
and attempt to gain a kiss?
Fight through this petty mind war,
and reach that eternal bliss.
As the world would begin to explode,
the wind shrieking with death.
I would never let my feelings erode,
even with my last breath.

I hope you don't mind,
that I don't think of you as often.
Everyone else does, but I can't.
I didn't really meet you, because I don't remember.
But the things I do remember I like.
So just know I do love you,
Just, more people we know love you more.
I love you and I wish to have known you more.

I just want to sleep.
Please let me fall into a dark slumber,
one where I am by only what I wonder,
I can get away from all of the pain,
while finding comfort in the utterly insane.
To be attacked by a brain eating cow,
would be preferable to any politicians vow,
or maybe to travel, naked, in space,
would be preferable to societies disgrace.
Because we have stopped the comfort and care,
and pay attention to only what we wear,
as we become slaves to the newest song,
where we hear about how everything is wrong,
but we don't care; didn't you see Oprah's thong?
So yes, I would rather fight off giant slugs,
or realize that I can only walk on my head,
its better than societies drugs,
and its better than being dead.