a drepressed loner
in a dark comic drama
his world a social sattire
alienated and desperate
he visited support groups
to relate to others
until he met an
alluring iconoclast
who introduced him to a world
of brawling, violence
until he finally entered into
a world of fight club
it becomes an addiction
a different belief
it becomes his sedative
an escape
until sentimentalism
becomes a horrible lie
so a different path he runs

Is it normal,
that whenever I see those mushy love scenes
The lightened up face of another woman being chased by the man of her dreams
That I scream?
Because I know it isn't real and I question if it could ever be me
Because all of the love I've known ends in heartache and tragedy
Is it normal that at the end when they've said "I love you" or "I dos" that I feel a tinge of jealousy
for something that isn't even reality
When a lover realized that love had no boundaries
or that a job across the country wasn't more important
or that living without that person wasn't an option
or when the bad guy is defeated and prince and princess unite
or when lovers make up from a terrible fight
I think
Will I ever know this love?
...does this love really even exist or is it some made up fiction for the world of dreamers and those who hope?

I used to be a madman
Zipping through the silent skies
At the brink of dawn
When the blue barely got eaten by the mango sun
I used to feed on thrill
I used to charge into "danger zone"
Our Tomcat cutting through dense ether
I used to rule the aerosphere, but not alone
You were always behind my back
Always by my side
Always, my best friend, my brother
I miss you my wing man
I wish you were here
To see how we've finally melted
The icy cold heart of a man
His vengeance has now been
Taken over by much respect
We teamed up to strike down
Four MiGs, when called
To tackle crisis situation
And while I escaped what you did not
I'm sorry for you, for my loss
You could have been here
It could have been us
Lighting up the air
With our jet wash
Rev up, throttle, dodge, maneuver
Target, lock, missile, eject
A chase in our F-14 will never be the same
Not again, not without you
Between you and I, my friend
I was the bad example
So I'll return to school
To indoctrinate more like you