He wrote a poem
A burned poem
He drank a glass
A shattered glass
He saw the light
A dark light
He touched his face
A stranger’s face

What is a hopeless act that transcended time?
A felony.
What is an opinion in our modern time?
A crime.
What is a T-shirt’s legacy?
A brawl.
What’s the perfect name for a regular man?
A loon.

What are you looking at me for?
The clouds have spoken to me in my sleep
My baby daughter says she’s three
Burning locomotive, what is your reasoning?

A lie has never been so lethal before
***** clothing
A rocky path that feels soft
An epiphany
He drinks a glass he broke himself
The glass that was given already broken
In the end, he just tells himself
“Such a canker, this life”

If you ever wish to know who you are,
Look at your company.
See what you will do
When your life falls and you are in agony.

Take a stroll, a place or two
See how your body will hold
The way you act and talk;
Show your disciplined mold.

You don't need to look for progress
Your result will show it.
Your comprehension of hard times,
Tell the mindset you've built.

You thoughts and ideas
Embrace the way you talk,
How you treat others,
Or even the way you walk

And in no time should you need,
An appraiser or critic.
All you need is a mirror and mind,
And an idea to stick.

We’ve built our little world,
With sunsets and dreams,
Through ups and downs,
We’re stronger than we seem.
So let’s paint tomorrow,
With colors, bold and bright,
Chasing every moment,
Like the stars in the night.

Hey girls,
What's up, boys?
on, little cup of tea —
Maybe forty, maybe eighty.
on.
n stay at home alone
With tea, or maybe something... no.
real life with love —
No God, no rules, no thoughts.
not good,
But we have a choice, a voice.

A million boys, a million girls,
We have a choice, we have a voice.
A choice to be clean, a choice to be free —
My voice is heard, my voice is heard.

We're not over people —
We're just people
Who want love,
Who want part.
over people.

I can't look backstage at the performance,
My eyes close from Sin City.
want to be more pretty,
But I can't.
ult in me —
In my heart it's cold.
e of opinion
In this laid-back world?

My spirit is more clean,
But you just can't be clear.
n be honest with Mom,
We can be honest with Dad —
They maybe won’t understand,
And it makes me upset

A million boys a million girls
we have a choice we have a voice

If i close my eyes
with you laying on my chest
tiny yet so big
I may drift to sleep

Your smile lights up the room
you show me your toy
a simple spatula is enough
for you

You make me wonder
how wonderful the world
could be if
it became a bit more colorful

if we opened our eyes
to the sights we get to behold
the beautiful blue skies  
And the creations we have made

A child
not yet corrupted
you ground me to a world
the feels like its spinning oh too fast

thank you for that

The world sleeps so still,  
peaceful in its ignorance  
screams fall like petals...

World in chaos
life must go on
I planted tomatoes this morning

The world lies serene from up here,
bright blinding lights
seem dim,
people like insects, crawling
insects like dust, clinging
and scuttling to their dark corners.
A place above all
where I can forget.
As I watch my feet swing
over the edge,
I'm not scared nor sad,
not thrilled either,
Just am.