Between the third rock and a hard place,
we spark in a dark space
where the heart quakes
and "smart" makes man
exclusive to a fault.
The ego locked the answers
to our freedom in the vault.
After wars were fought,
people and thoughts were bought.
The devil lost,
running up the score would cost
the well being of the land.
Hard to to see the meaning
even through the short spans
but over time we understand.
In order to reprimand
before we judge, we must demand
that we give ourselves as much love
and acceptance as we can.
For space is just a portion of never-ending expansion,
don't forget to praise the lord of your own planet.

finding new music to dance to,
new themes to explore,
new sounds to begin my day,
and lead me into the quiet nights,
where i can lose myself
in rhythm and melody,
reach into a part of my soul and rip it out,
feeling the pleasure and the pain of it,
all through a new song
by a new artist -
new music that soothes the old me,
and helps me find my rebirth.

I wish things would go back to the way they use to be...
You know just us three
I wish my sweet dreams wouldn't turn into horrific nightmares...
That haunt me
I wish I could just watch the sunrise and fly like a birdy...
Or maybe chill under a tree
I wish I actually understood this world...
It always manages to get to thee
The thing there are many things I wish in this life
But most of the time my wishes never come true
But in a turn of events one wish did
After all...
I got you

Broken...
Broken hearts
Broken dreams
Broken fantasies that possess me
Broken manifested destinies
Broken...
Broken bones
Broken souls
Broken inner thoughts that get the best me  
Broken swords that seem to never miss me
Broken...
Broken mindsets
Broken sunsets
Broken clouds that now poor upon thee
Broken dams that wash away all life's worries
Broken...
The world we live in is just broken
But the pieces to put it back together are around us
The friends and family that surround us
So fix it and be proud you have us

Let me be real
This poem is about nothing
It's not about me being madly in love with this girl
Not about the injustices in the world
It is just me writing the words that flow through my mind
The endless waterfall that never seems to cease
So if anyone wish to step up an continue the beat
Or just stroll  down the poetic river that seems to breathe
Please, do as you please and just speak
What comes next is up to thee

So this is Autumn
Don't make me laugh
I remember a time when autumn was peaceful and calming and not this depressing piece of...
Let me not finish that sentence
I remember a time as a kid when I actually did cannonballs in. a giant pile of leaves decimating someone's hard work
That was kind of evil now that I think about it
I remember a time when i laid in the grass as the wind blew across my chubby cheeks
Yes I do realize I just roasted myself
But my point is this bull crap is not Autumn
Since when has Autumn been so dull and crying nonstop as if it is sad
In fact, I can recollect a single time during Autumn I stayed indoors staring out the window wondering why the sky is leaking this clear mystery fluid
And this is supposed to be Autumn
I can't remember a time I could looked into backyard a saw an entire tree of green leaves in November
And this is supposed to be Autumn
This isn't Autumn
This is a disgrace