Gradually,
Nature’s torrents breaks
unity’s deadlock.
There is the answer to those
Who wonder why star-crossed lovers
Could be put asunder.

Or does the Sailor
hold the raft,
Sail the ship
While also tending to the cabin guests?
So are the spirits of Selfish souls
On merry waters.

You,
Who lack the depth
Of understanding,
May plunder into this sea
Of my wise sayings --
Of the walls of the loft
Are many palms, the sweaty hands,
A frail man, a building fest
With display of sand.

The Western Cent,
And the Middle-Eastern Shekel,
Could still be spent by
A pilgrim in Israel.
But if a man hadn’t helped another
It would not have been so.

But the cradle shared of
The Cent to the Shekel,
And of star-crossed lovers,
Or the unselfish souls
Who didn’t become ocean surfers?
Is love -
One of many wonders.

I exhaled, inhaled and held the air.
Did this seven times as a pair.
Attempting to calm the mind.
To think logically and kind.
Now quiet, I begin some plans.
To cheer as all the same fans.
If you think about it, it’s ironic.
You don’t have to be smart or iconic.
It begins with pride in your community.
To clean up some trash with unity.
You may ask the question, "Why?"
Possibly some pride for my last goodbye.
To hold a standard for the earth.
To give every child an equal chance at birth.

Unhappiness and misery,
Loneliness, sorrow, and shame,
Who could know that all of this  
Would come from a simple game?

My jersey rests upon my back,
#1 it shines with a gleam,
There are players all around,
But I don't feel like part of any team.

The sidelines are my painful home,
A reminder that im not good enough,
but I can't cry, not a single tear,
The eyes of friends have made me tough.

I watch them work at what they love,
The struggle and the fight,
While my mouth forces, smiling words,
Cheers that never seem right.

I wont complain, not anymore,
but I don't know what to do,
You just turn away from me,
Why can't I spill my heart to you?

My parents asked me if I played,
Eyes downcast, I still lie,
Because they wouldnt understand,
When they don't know how hard i try.

How come this doesn't hurt you?
You must be so much stronger,
To shrug it off, not seem to care,
Its hard to take it any longer.

I'm sorry if I feel useless,
but you bleed too, don't you see?
And if it doesn't bother you?
Well, im sorry that it's hurting me.

That passion
When you see the ground
That passion
When you hear the crowd
There’s nothing quite like it
When you hear them all sing
The fans are in unison
To watch their team win

Until it all goes wrong
Then you change your song
You give them stick
And think
Why do I support this ****
They make me sick
They’re not worthy
To wear that shirt
Over paid wankers
Playing like dirt

We want our money back
I’m not paying my wage
To watch that crap
Then you hit the town
And then you drown
Your sorrows in drink
And then you think
I love my team
But they make my heart sink
Deep down you feel the pain
Until next week
When it all starts again