Does it ever occur to you
That your face appears in
My thoughts and dreams
And everything in between?

Or should I assume
That like my silly humor,
You just think of me like a joke
And nothing more?

Do you believe in us,
Or is the thought so absurd
That it would only pop up
In your head as sarcastic nonsense?

Could it really be only me
That feels these feelings,
Or are you hiding them
Like an elementary school boy does?

Am I only wasting my time
Wistfully dreaming about you-
Or are you
Secretly dreaming of me too?

Today I realized the world has gone mad,
Still lending bills to penniless debtors,
But now sending in knights with armor clad
So no one messes with debt collectors.
This is it—my Sunday epiphany,
That somehow could rattle my state of mind.
Yet looking back, it’s not very holy.
I’m starting my day, and no longer blind.
Even their stuff sneaks over the border.
Look, toothpaste! Made down south in Mexico!
They laugh at the sign “Welcome to Mordor,”
And they **** the man asking “Friend or foe?”
  Dear Congressman, answer me this, big guy.
  I’m confused – where does our allegiance lie?

  Is our friendship with China just a fling?
  I thought we trusted them with everything!

  “You can make our computers, shirts, and toys.
  Oh, our toothpaste? We hired that country’s boys.”
Now there’s a just reason to start a war.
Some racist fear of lead-infested paste,
No care for the kids sweating on the floor,
More worried that our nation’d come to waste.
Ignorance is bliss; knowledge is power.  
A slavery that no one speaks about
Will never reach its final hour
unless I stand on a street corner, shout,
and wave around my poorly crafted sign.
Commercials are about money, and lots of it,
Not kids working in a factory line.
A modest proposal: destroy all profit!
  
  We should either be poor or go down fighting,
  At least we’ll have honor while we’re dying.

Hard-headed peers bouncing brains off each other.
A symphony of organs blasts through the mess
that is your thoughts.
When hearts crash, love flashes by.
Only for a visit – leaving euphoria behind.

These eyes, those lips can never tell a lie.
Honesty doesn’t even exist in fairy tales.
I wonder why children miss out on the cornerstone of maximum life.
Treat this world like a game, and you’ll get played.

*** kicked to the ground,
with dirt as your only friend.
Remember this day as always the
day you shed your skin.

I have a disease
It's nickname's MS
Take a look at my brain
All you'll see is a mess
Catch me on a good day
You'd swear nothing is wrong
But it pops in my head
Like a reoccurring song
Legions on the left side
Legions on the right
Wakes with me in the morning
Sleeps with me at night
When it gets mad
Oh, it lets me know
It takes over my body
Likes to put on a show
Maybe can't walk
Maybe can't see
This is just a taste
Of life in misery
The pain hits quick
Within a blink of an eye
Just before you know it
My body says its goodbye
Everybody's watching
But no one can speak
I hate to put them through this
I hate to see them weep
Such an awful tragedy
Has came into my life
I wish my hands would listen
And grab the fork and knife
When will it stop
The MS will decide
As of right now
It's an inevitable ride
Give me my steroids
All the drugs I can get
I need the pain gone
And for my mind to forget
My mind thinks clearly
While my body shuts down
As I lay here and watch
All my body parts drown
Waiting for the day
When I'm back in control
It can take my body
But never take my soul
We sit here and wait
Cause that's the game
Experience one episode
You'll never be the same
Then the day comes
My pain, it subsides
My body, my brain
Starts to coincide
I'll have to relearn
Things I've been taught
This part right here
Makes me distraught
Sooner or later
I'll be back to me
That wouldn't be possible
Without the Tysabri
For now I have something
To help me get through
Forget for a while
What I know is true
Then I start thinking
"I'm winning the fight!"
"I'm beating MS!"
"I'm feeling alright!"
Then I start questioning
How could this happen to me
Which life I live
Is my reality?
I woke up this morning
And I can't tie my shoe
Here it goes again
Da ja vu.

I can't make you want me.
I can't make you care,
About my feelings or emotions,
You left my heart bare.
I cry over you,
Although I know it wont faze you.

Tears fall from my eyes,
As I try to forget you.
It hurts to be unwanted,
Left to the side,
Forgotten about in the blink of an eye.
I feel so insignificant,
So incredibly small,
Knowing that I meant nothing at all.

But I can't make you want me.
I know you don't care.
As much as I want you,
You'll never be there.

Love isn’t a feeling
Love isn’t an action
Love isn’t a person
Love is a place.

It’s the cave of wonders
It’s a hospital room filled with new life, balloons, and flowers
It’s an altar in a church in the countryside of a town unknown
while a man pleads for the soul you’re not ready to give.
It’s a tent pitched next to the lake while fish cook over a crackling fire

It’s a home with a swing-set in the backyard with a dog tied to a banana tree, while naked children dance through sprinklers.
It’s the treehouse in the neighbor's backyard
It’s a living room where friends sit and play Nintendo 64
It’s a bathtub with bubbles and a book and a beverage

Love isn’t butterflies in your stomach
It’s a butterfly garden at the city zoo on a hot Saturday morning
with butterflies flittering and fluttering and flattering around.

Love isn’t jumping in front of a train for someone
It’s the parking lot of a hospital you run through to stand by a death bed, reading from a Bible you haven’t opened in twenty years.

Love isn’t your parents or brothers or sisters or cousins or friends
It’s the patio screened in, with the rain tap dancing on its roof,
while a father of three snores peacefully in a rocking chair.

Love is Calvary’s hill
It’s a trustworthy bank
It’s a dog kennel jam-packed with the loyal, the faithful, the brave, and the true
Love is an underground railroad connecting those who belong together.

Our bed
One we'll
Share in the future
Where I rest my eyes
And you occasionally do too
Where the stains
Of our passion
Appear
Where our child
Shall be made
The bed they'll
Crawl into after having
A nightmare
The bed we grow older in
Each night trusting it
To be gentle
With our bodies
That are growing frail
Our bed
Where we'll leave this world
Our bed where many
Laughs
And moans
And secrets will be told
Our bed
The one to carry us through
Our journey of life.

I want to be the one
That fills up your
Polaroids
Those polaroids
You keep hidden
In your drawer
That show me
Sitting on the bed
Bare backed
In the sunlight
From the open window
With my head turned
Looking at you