It's the night before Christmas
And all over the hill
The NRA was defending
Their right to ****
It didn't much matter
That the innocent died
"Give us more guns"
The NRA cried
The field must be even
For all to survive
If a person owns four
Then let's give them five
Guns don't **** people
It's people who do
Mr. Wayne LaPierre
It's just people like you
Who represent crazies
One's who are off their top
People who choose
To die at the hands of a cop
The President wants
To bring guns under control
But, there's too many like you
Who live your life in a hole
Would it matter to you
If  your kid got shot
Or is the sale of more guns
What helps get you hot
I think that you should
Go and see David Keene
And make Christmas this year
The best one that's been
Listen to Obama
And get things in line
Reduce gun production
And help make things fine
Do what's right for the country
Gun lobby be ******
And help make the States
A much safer land
Think with your heart
Of the families who lost
Their hopes and their children
It's too high a cost
Think of the future
And give up the fight
So all gentle people
Can have a safe night !!

and that's the place,
where I go,
the mind nestles before it goes to bed,
and I struggle against your hold even now,

i show my neck

I trace the scars,
tokens,
of affection left,
for me.

And I wonder if you've,
if you were ever loved,

and I feel the brush of constant disappointment,
that lap over your soul,

and you'd erase it if you could get your weapon to reach,
and you talk with demons,
while they haunt me in my sleep.

and everyday I try to draw,
strength from those who prove to be strong,
and the memories a litany,
an unsung song.

I can't write it down,
I can't seem to spell it out

and we don't talk about it,
but I want to.

and there are so many emotions,
plastered to these thoughts,
I can't even begin to unravel,
and it's a pity...

anger.
hurt.
pain.
sorrow.
rejection.
confusion.

and for every truth,
you sandwhiched it betwixt the lies.

It's circular this argument,
me against you,
me against the me with you,
me against the me with out you.
I am so hurt,
I am so angry,
I want to invent new words to balm this wound,
to invent them to curse you,

I want to twist the knife out of my back,
and put the words back into yours,

The complex and simple thing that love is you will never know,
you don't even  have a  clue.

Jade... your jaded,
and I'll erase you,
erase your uncertainties in all your lies,

And all you were and ever going to be is part of the past,
destined to die in the dust of someone who has forgotten you,
but you will never forget.

And there are days where that's all you are,
but i don't wish that on you.
I just wish you gone.
After all that's what you've always been good at.

For someone to truly change
One must believe there are
Things worth changing.
But if the opinion of oneself
Is so highly adored, against
all others, then I'm afraid
Change is the least possible
Of things to accomplish.
They will be doomed to a
Stagnant life, fully unaware
of what destruction they
Leave in their wake.

Cobra's breath
through yard iron teeth,
sullen swank and sway.

Shan't no man stand
where WILL be loosed,
'till gait and gravity
sound pounding shoe.

With in no glass wall
to splinter and fly
'till distant point
not seen with thine eye,

pass behind
to settle in cell,
being recalled of fear
or a rainy day,
casting visions
of a cruelest Hell
of infinite symbol,
sound and smell..

© 2005

Self-centered, selfish poetry
Written in a royal purple.
It's time for me to think
About me.

I've spent so long living and doing
Every little last thing for
All those others and everyone else
But me.

I'd built my walls up tall but
I've beaten myself up and
I've broken myself down.
It's time for me to give me
Some "me" time.

Go, get away, leave it all behind.
It's time to go explore,
Time to go have an adventure.
Spend some time away
And when I get back maybe then
I'll be refreshed and ready
To face the world again.