When you express yourself,
The minute the thoughts come out,
That's when the guns come out;
YEAH, BABY! COME GET SOME!
I'M EAGER FOR BATTLE
AND WILLING TO BE A SOLDIER!

MARCHING ORDERS, MADAM!
AT YOUR WORD, SIR!

IF I CAN'T DO IT,
IT'S BECAUSE I'VE ALREADY DONE IT.
EXACTLY TO YOUR DECLARATIONS,
FOLLOWED TO THE LETTER YOUR INSTRUCTIONS!

A humble, level-headed person.

What's the sound of one hand clapping?
He asked, I responded,
I know not the sound of a single hand clapping.
Then he slapped me across the face, smiled and said,
That my friend is the sound, now learn before somebody else teaches you.

Class, listen up,
The comma is vital to any kind of writing.
It signifies a small pause in the text, allowing a breath and differencing two of the same sentence.
Take for example the phrase, "I help my uncle, Jack, off the horse."
Now take away the commas and you're left with a very different sounding phrase.
Use commas!

There’s an apocalypse in my eyes – but I’ll only get to see it when
I die; for the moment of my demise. Bring back the day; for I am
acutely aware that time runs its course, on an endless mile – an
infinite stretch. It pains me to don a fake smile, yet it appears
simpler when they insist, I haven’t worn it in a while.

I’m a lot happier inside!

I have a few events scripted, priming my heart for people’s let-downs,
and my disappointments – when you’re ready to face a torrent of
hurt, you find yourself anchored, awaiting their appointments.

Pain is faceless!

The past lingers with a relentless patience, ever eager to unveil how
you did it wrong – in the garden of life, regrets sprout like stubborn
weeds. Do tend to your plot, and sow the seeds of every lesson
learned, and hope wisdom grows.

You’ve been the prettiest flower all along!

I poked a bear,
Because he was sleeping in a tar pit.
The bear woke and cried and yelled,
"Why would you dare wake my slumber!"
I responded to the bear,
"For you were sinking in a pit of dark."
And the bear cried some more,
Then dragged himself from his sticky smelly bed,
Just so he could throw tar at my home.
Then he walked right backed, kicked rocks at me,
And laid back in his pit again.

One lesson you can learn now,
Is nothing in life is free.
                                                                    It takes many nights of tears,
To celebrate days of joy.
                                                                  And it'll take many night falls,
Before the sun shines again.
                                                                  So don't waste what you have,
Lest you regret not having it.

How do I know God listens,
I don't.
He could,
He couldn't.
But I'd guess he does,
Because when I wished not to suffer it was,
And whence I wished for love it was,
But not without my hand in work,
Tilling God's land.

An old man sat,
With another man young.
And up rose the old man from his chair,
In search of something found there.
From his pocket fell an old leather wallet,
And from it and older picture.
The young man picked them from the floor,
For the old man could bend no more.
And asked, the youth did,
Why, my elder, do you keep this ***** slip?
And responded the old man did,
For, my child, I remember not my beautiful wife anymore,
And there you hold her, and my child too.
The youth looked to the man, then to his wife,
Then returned the photograph.
Wise of you to keep her with you today.
Yes, my friend, it is

Yes you made it,
Congratulations!
How does it feel,
To be up on the big stage?

It's been a little while,
How are you?
Well if you don't have the time,
To talk you don't have to be rude.

Yes, you've made yourself very clear,
You don't need me at all.
But don't forget,
I'm the reason they saw you,
At all.