Sitting here writing this on the fly...
Sometimes people say im a nice guy.

Everytime I can't help but question why...
Im just me; do everything for you, or at least ill try...

Friends come and go... Friends can slip by..
To this I also... Ponder why...
Do people give up? Do they get bored? Or is it that, they pretend to try...

My friends mean the world to me. Worthy of my time, even if im not free...
Is this true? Then why is it... That sometimes I'm not able... To be there for you.

Their are no ranks you are all family... The only time you can't get to me, is when another friend greatly needs me.
Or maybe its really the opposite. Im in need of a great lift.

Each of you are amazing to me. Why is it that sometimes i cannot see... You are here beside me, and I'm not free.

Stuck in my head, wrapped up in myself.. Too trapped to even look out. Even still you stand by me, trapped in my thoughts... Staring blankly.

So really why... Am i such a great guy? I try to give back, help anyway i can.. I still cannot begin to fathom.

I can be fun, motivating, even sometimes entirely humiliating... You all know, i love you greatly... The ends of the earth, not too far for me!

Always have been and will always be.. You all are... my closest family. Thank you forever, for standing by me!

kind of in awe of
you Life is this ball of
rolling momentum
too and why not stop
and smell the roses

making wind chimes
from hard knocks
a city rose on a
dilapidated block  I
draw the moisture from
the heir She pulls jewels
out of coal mines like me

born on third but feels like home
Didn't even have to hit it
the path was      well    
warm   and        well      lit
but no one reads any more
So the bitter is lost on the sweet

in love but yet not
In love the brush strokes are
small slow whispers of friction
the distinction comes in step
ping a way through the
looking glass
Now I cherish the clasp
She lives in my lap

realizing that I love her

The entitled ones:

Snotty, stuck up, rude

Nasty, spoiled prudes

Your misery, their fun



Loosen up your buns, entitled ones

‘Cause I am in no mood

To harbor your attitude

And snooty snippy sayings sung



The desk between us that which divides

Does not right you to be snide

Entitled ones need not apply

Entitled are entitled nigh



The ones who earn entitlement

Are the ones who give respect

Possessors of this enlightenment

Such respect is what they’ll get



Treat your servers as you will with such level of pomposity

But understand that I abide by way of reciprocity