Fingers cut palms as hands turn to stone
And a catapult hurls the projectile home
Knuckles collapse from bone meeting bone
Down in the alleys where miscreants roam
Suggestions of violence fill gutters with blood
Fill heads with the sense of nefarious thrill
Their skin turns to ash and their brains into mud
Rage in the kingdom of eager to ****
The children are soldiers who train everyday
Cowboys and Indians, Robbers and Cops
****** is plot and the actors will play
Portraying the place life will come to a stop
Violence is cancer, and love is no more
Edge of our seats waiting for the next war



*Dedicated to the deceased and forgotten, Love and Peace

So much time
So little to do
It's cozy on the curb
In a big green bag

Days pass
And I rot
Stinking in the sun
Waiting to be collected


Waiting for the trashman

The day we first met
It was koi no yokan

You were a mountain
I wanted to move

You kissed me two times
The first I was scared

The second, I felt it
I knew it was love

You taught me a lot
I learned to let go

Don't pick up flowers
Let them... Let them grow

When the celebration comes
   to an end,
And we both lie
  satisfied,
I start to feel
  three-feet tall,
And you cover up.

I try to take it all in-
    the flies in your bedroom,
    the moon in the window,
    the faces in the pictureframe,
    the woman in your bed

It's all so foreign
   to me now,
Our celebration
   once a year.

You left for the summer, didn't come back in fall
I don't know if your words were true
I'm trashing your memory and burning all
Of the things that remind me of you

I'm bored and alone, got no one to call
This house holds nothing to do
So I'm moving along and burning all
Of the things that remind me of you

Breaking a heart's not considered a crime
If it was, I would probably sue
I'd get an attorney and he'd help me burn
All the things that remind me of you


You say you'd prefer
We don't stay in touch
I figured that someday
You'd figure as much

Off to better times
Without a bitter end
I still can't comprehend
Why you won't be my friend

We never went camping or conquered the world
Seems that all of our plans fell through
Now I'm kicking the flames, choking on ashes
Of things that remind me of you.
They went up in a flash, now I'm choking on ashes
Of things that remind me of you.

Maybe.

Maybe things will be better tomorrow.

Maybe is what is wrong with us.

Maybe means maybe not, and
maybe not means it may not be.

Everything that could be, would be,
If only not for maybe.

A tree does not pause and say
"Maybe I should stop growing."

The wise man does not stop and think
"Maybe I know all worth knowing."

Everything may be,
But nothing will be with maybe.

"Things will be better tomorrow, maybe."

Remove maybe,
And things will be better tomorrow.

Remove tomorrow,
And things will be better.

Remove better,
And things will be.

Better. Tomorrow. Maybe.