If I die tomorrow,
Tell the world how much I love the art of poetry.
Tell them how it washes my sorrow
And how it became my remedy.

If only words can heal enough pain,
Endure the wound caused by vain,
Energize the soul that's so drained,
It would be nice if those will happen.

Courage is my only weapon
For me to face every demon
And sever the ties of the automaton

This is the oath of a man who was once deranged;
A man who once can't win his own pace;
A man who once broke his own dreams;
And a man who once made promises whom he can't keep.

To my own eyes, I was blinded and can not see
The blurry visions of the reality.
Thought I can handle dilemma
Thought I can handle the enigma
But I was wrong after all.

My pillow is the only thing I go by
Everytime I get a teary eye
Flows like a river every night
And pours like a rain

I still believe there's eternal sunshine
Inside this cave is the shining sunlight
That I can cope up with life
And end this depression in time.

Reconnect the ones whom got disconnected
Relive the moments you don't want to forget
Remember the things you missed.
And redefine your worth today.

The eternal sunshine will be the one
To greet my morning
And the moon will make me fall asleep.
The wind will make it comfortable
With a play of its own music.

The day you showed up
With eyes as bright as the sun
You taught me to love

Showed me forgiveness
When I didn't deserve it
But, my god, you did

You showed me patience
You showed me endless kindness
Showed me true friendship

You've been through so much
And still you endlessly love
With your heart of gold

I hope that someday
I can be as great a friend
As you've been to me

You crawl beneath my timid heart
Deploying those feeble desires
I speak with vivacious eloquence
But, I have not changed my reasoning--

Or, lack there of

I dive, head-strongly, into the same folly
Dreaming dreams I've halfheartedly dreamed before
With vehemence as my blind witness:
I stab at the sands, to search for sentiment

Or, lack there of

[The sentiment I had unnervingly hurled into the sea]
There is nothing to gain from this redundant Intention
Crestfallen, it follows me, with all of my lost chances
And, I have Run...out of places to peddle my Love

Or, lack there of...

It was a dark and stormy night
The moon was like a ghost
New, it was a sliver
Misty. Foggy. Lost.

Lightning all around it
Dancing on the breeze
Thunder took it in its arms
To Tiptoe Through the Trees

Liquid glinted on its face
Flowed down to cheek and jowl
A madman's laugh arose from it
As the wind began to howl

Yes, if raindrops are as tears to him
They are tears of Mirth
For he looks down upon us fools

*And laughs for all he's worth!

Hands locked, and held down,
lips kiss, soft and passionate,
bodies close, sweaty and hot,
eyes gazing at the other.

Soft moans and loud groans,
lip biting, and neck kissing,
hands touching and feet rubbing,
both bodies, become one.

Pleasure divine,
hearts racing,
minds blank,
sweet aroma fills the room.

Bodies tire,
and become two again,
with a gentle kiss,
and cuddling bliss.

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree ******
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking  
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of the law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears