Find the girl
Find her world
From the tower
Of crawling bricks
From it's walls
Make her fall
Make me as her all
Make me break
Her even more
She'll bear this curse
She'll bleed the worst
Day after another
Feed her more
Make her live
Forevermore
She'll suffer this
Until darkness occurs
From this day on
This spell be sealed
Make this true
After her sleep

Life will find a way  .  .  .
Rejuvenate from blindness of man,
  .  .  .  Eyes in grains of sand.

****, I was killed again.
It hurt so much.
But I won't be the one begging.
Now I must bury myself
Back into that sky.
Call me monster,
Call me what you will.
All I know is I won't die still.
I've been hung thirty times.
I've been a victim of horrid war crimes.
Lived enough to fill 500 lives.
Death doesn't touch me.
Like spoiled meat.
This degrading body of mine,
can't rest and won't stay in line.
What did I do to deserve this?
How is this immortality,
When my mind has reached fantastical fatality?

This song is what you won't finish singing
Why don't you wanna
Be the next Enhueduanna
This work is what I hope that gives your vision a glimpse of sauna
To what people say about marijuana
Read and uplift yourself
We're stuck with ourselves forever
We just need another ounce of charisma
To keep the world at its pace
Your amount of kind words puts a big hole in the phone books
Making my heart go out of pace
Love is the classic
Let's see how long they can keep the parks Jurassic
It wont be too long before I eventually see
What love can really do for me

A little backnote confession
Silent but wanting it to be heard
I don't want to be a nobody
Or somebody unknown throughout his life
I want to to be remembered for centuries
Come drown these doubted words with me
I'll pay for the drink
Let's sooth the fire at the start
So it doesn't get awkward
I'm not better than Mozart or the guy you see it at the Subway restaurant
But I want to be someone who impacts the world
I want something about me to give warmth inside a woman's bones
Where she can't see herself with any other man
Because I'm an open folder that was opened on the wrong page
And I want you to know that my fears are your future problems
And I don't want that
I just want to be a man who is remembered forever
For the world and your world
Ahead of immortality, you're the most important
Making you happy is what removes the dirt from my skin
And cleanse itself instantly
You're the reason I'm not piling up on candy at a Dollar Tree
I just want you to feel independent and free
And satisfied with me
I want that chance for you to be happy
Because you're looking for a certain man
And I just want to fit that criteria

The thought of you
Sticks inside my head
Like invisible glue
If it was a quiet place, I'd be all over you
Too bad life is so short
I'd give you so many lives
To become immortal through time
But I'm only human
I wish I could do more than any man has ever dreamt of before

My lover’s eyes no longer navy pool
bleached paler by years of beating sun
His nose over ****** dominion rules
and skin with liver spots is overrun
A dandelion man, confused and tall,
a long thin stem and a puff of white hair
Unsteady gait, joints need an overhaul
the crack and creak of cartilage wear
His views are fixed and often dogmatic
expressed in cold voice with power and force
He never cares to be diplomatic
preferring a more a belligerent course
Yet, he is my love and ever shall be
as long as the tides rush in from the sea.

No grecian urn nor sculpted monument
can live beyond the realms of space and time
But in these lines of skilled form and content
you will live on, the centre of my rhyme.
Ozymandias, mighty king of kings,
colossal statue turned to desert sand
Yet, Shelley’s verse awoke these lifeless things
immortalised this man from antique land.
Both clock and scythe circle with the seasons
We cannot escape Fortune’s deadly wheel
None are free from Nature’s laws and reasons
Yet. in this verse you are divine and real
Your beauty and worth forgotten never
You will live in this poem forever.

Look in the mirror and what do you see ?
This is your golden time, your early spring
A dew-fresh face, peachy and wrinkle free
You are sweetest  rosebud near blooming
Your sparkling dark eyes of  the deepest blue
are a hidden sea by Nature painted .
Your luscious berried lips of blushing hue
are with gentle lovers not acquainted.
Your vernal looks recall your mother’s prime
Beguiling, fair and lovely was she then
Before she faced the whips and scorns of time
But winter’s ragged hand will come again
To your daughter make your beauty’s bequest
Let her and this poem be death’s conquest.