You can't love me i
Know this feeling all too well
When the heart reaches

Out for someone so
Perfect in your clouded eyes
That you'll do what they

Say in a heartbeat
But love is a drug and
You were my rehab place

So i know that you
Can't love me at all, 'cause
In my heart there is

No space for myself
Let alone someone else so
You cannot love me,

No
Way

I wish i could chase them
The radical dreamers,
And their wild untameable spirits
Following whims and whimsy
Around Like dandelion seeds in the wind
But then I'm in this place for a reason
I'm stable, but unfulfilled
I have a foundation but like steely Dan can't buy a thrill
So maybe i don't need to chase those following the dreams of childhood and even adulthood
Maybe where i am right now, though not exciting necessarily is a sign i should be content, so i have it good...

So my friend asked me, where her prince was?
To which i responded in kind with my own question
Where's my princess?
Cause this has been keeping me up like ******, you see all this madness life throws is hard to wade through like cialis
With no one at my side to help pick me up when it gets rough
Alone with no one to share your secrets and to hold through laughter and tears, someone i can rely on to face my family friends and even a jury of my peers

So i ask again, where's my princess?

I hope my eyes arent deceiving me
Because ive never beheld such beauty
Her long silky hair, her eyes and smile though pain it mustve masked
She was like a gem from angle, perfection in all aspects
Her laughter was like a chord on a spanish guitar
Man, we couldve gone so far
Together as one, mind body and soul joined together
But i couldnt muster up the courage to tell you how i felt, and after the fact we talk and you felt the same
Man, regret is gonna drive both of us insane

There's a disease infecting the churchhouse and surrounding community,
It's putting the bible behind personal opinions and political policies
Obviously we're all human and as such we have opinions that differ but you'd think we'd have learned by now that the pulpit isn't the place for issues
It's you that I'm talking about if you find yourself offended by this
And before i go on I'll be the first to tell you that I'm far from perfect
I'm no rocket scientist but as a kid i learned
That people who live in glass houses and throw stones are liable to get burned
So if you're reading this and find your nerves on fire and your stomach had churned
Then tell the "Christians" in the world to go back to the word

My heads going ones way
My soul another
My mind and body are going another way
And my wallet still another

I think i know what its like
To be executed by wild horses
I'm being pulled apart at the seams
Like a college kid trying to make good on some dreams

Poems are my own way of coming clean,
To myself and to those that read,
So id advise gathering some mulled mead
Because i have a desire to talk
because my soul and spirit arent united

I used to be on one accord now I'm more all over the place like an improper progression of chords
I dont know where or what to do or how to go
Can someone lead me? Please...

Sadly i wont get to meet you
Or touch your skin,
Or hold you and comfort
As loudly you wail and cry,
I wont get to watch you grow,
Into a beautiful human being i know,
But
I can confirm that you wont have to cry,
That you won't have to see the craziness the world brings
You wont have to have your spirit cracked and shaved,
And you wont walk into the train along with the brokenhearted, downtrodden and crazed,

Would you have been a niece or another nephew? That i may not ever know
But I'll see you soon one day,
And i hope you're a happy little angel, playing on the clouds like snow