Andy my friend I am praying for you
I know what happens is hard to go through
We all love you and hope you will smile
I hope to see you for a long time trial
I know cancer is a hard battle to win
But I am hoping that you will stay in your skin
The reason you fight the battle so long
Is the same exact reason you will become strong
Andy, you are not the cancer that is inside
Just push all the stupidness of this illness aside
Us people will still look at you the same
Within my heart you will always have fame
You are a great person and someone I will never forget
Even though to this day we have never met
Andy, you are important to this world and me
Even though cancer is in you, we will fight it, agreed?
I will stand with you and fight this battle until the end
I hope that you know that in me you have friend.

Into the depths of the mirror he would gaze
Trying to find himself through the foggy haze
But the air was thick and it stuck in his throat
So he hit his blunt, laid back, and would ****
His mind began to wonder to the places he'd been
And he remembered how happy he was,
way back then
When the sun would always shine, and friends were always near,
When he had a women who to his heart, was dear
Sophie's laugh could brighten his day
And all the pains of yesterday would go away
They would hold hands and kiss
His life had found bliss
For he had found Sophie
And Sophie was his
He couldn't have guessed,
Sophie wouldn't live to have kids
When the masked monster broke into their house, they both hid
The mask had a quench for blood,
That only death satisfies
Poor Sophie's last love,
Would be her demise
The mans smile was swept from his face
As he realized the darkness of the place
For where he was, there was no sun
He reached across the table and pick up his gun
And just as the mask had done to Sophie,
He took a life, the finest trophy.

Kiss me with poison
That poison we call love
Poison each other's purity
Like two dying doves

We'll hit it off with all this poison
Drugged up till we hit the next town
And when we both decide it's over
That poison will bring both of us down.

at night
it's the worse.

you're my vice
a religious curse.

I was born sick
and you're my nurse.

release me Satan
take me to church!!!

Magnets;
lock and key;
and, the unsubtle,
bolt
and *****.
These are things that collide harmoniously and do not dispute

We are not such an archaic, mechanized metaphorical construct.

I feel us as primal,
torrid decadence;
a deliberate impassioned vulnerability:
an animalistic exposé.

Unfocused, infinite black holes
expanding
to be lost within

Quivering circle of solicitous, engorged fuchsia
steaming harsh,
needy
attempts of oxygen recovery

Soft powder snow
melting over olive tree trunks,

quaking with endless echoes resonating from beyond the hills above

A thunderous harbinger centers chaos,
rampaging gust-like vibration through taut roots,

a volcanic eruption.
Lava geyser

blazing till all energy
enthralls the earth.

What I see for us is a metaphor in nature.
I will be the seismic activity
and you
will dance above me.

Your world will collapse against me

in my relentless motions.

And when you stand again,
I will bring you to
your knees

in my aftershock
and show you strength that will move you mountains.