Art is reckless.  
Artists splatter paint across their canvas.

Poetry itself is reckless.
  We splatter our words across the readers minds.

It is a fool who will throw away everything for the sake of pride. For then, they would be left nothing, save the very thing which had cost them everything.

Oh that Jack babe Has a knife dear
And he never leaves a trace
But have you seen his face dear
He looks like a monster
Well it looks like they have a case

You know when that Jack strikes
With his knife babe
There's never any time to scream
You could run, oh, but he'll be behind you
While you're praying that it's all a dream

There's An alleyway ahead huh huh
Monday morning uh huh
With a body and its quite a sight, eek!
And someone's creepin within the crowd
Could that someone be Jack with the knife

There's the docks huh huh
Down by the water don't you know
Some say he works there during the day
And there's a teacher that someone fingered
But that teacher drowned himself in the bay

Now did you hear about Mary Kelly
They found her body on the floor at home
Seems she went out
One night with her friends babe
But she never came home alone

And now the boss babe
Seems he got a letter
From the man
Yes Ol Jack himself

And that letter
Is stained in red dear
You could see it for yourself

I said Mary Kelly Annie Chapman
Look out for Mary Nichols
And Elizabeth Stride
Now that line forms on the right babe
Cause old Jack might strike tonight

Look out old Jack is back

There's a guy walking along
The city streets at night
I don't know where he's going
But you can only see him by the lights

When everything's quiet
You can almost hear
The sound of a horn
And then he disappears

The city is sound asleep tonight
But the dead don't ever sleep 
There's no rest for the wicked
And there's no secret he can't keep
And the driver gets out of the car
But there's no body to be found
The strangest thing always happens
When Jim Crowder walks around

I never knew the man
I never even saw his face
Until Wednesday morning over coffee
I flipped to the second page

Seems Jim Crowder didn't see the lights
Maybe he didn't want to some might say
He didn't care enough to look ahead
Or even bother to get out of the way

The city is sound asleep tonight
But the dead don't ever sleep 
There's no rest for the wicked
And there's no secret he can't keep
And the driver gets out of the car
But there's no body to be found
The strangest thing always happens
When Jim Crowder walks around

Hair black as night
And eyes as oceans blue
I won't forget you

The tears we've shared
And the rubble we've crawled through
I won't forget you

And the moments
That never revealed themselves
The things we promised
That we would do

I won't forget you
I can still see your face
I won't forget you
And your voice is one
That I could never replace
And there's a place in my heart
That will only be owned by you
I won't forget you

All the miles
That used to separate
Seem even longer than they were
It's true, I won't forget you

And all the moments we shared
Staying up so late
The minutes seem longer without you

And all the promises
Were they all in vain
I gave you everything I had to give
But I still couldn't stop the pain

I won't forget you
I can still see your face
I won't forget you
And your voice is one
That I could never replace
And there's a place in my heart
That will only be owned by you
I won't forget you

If you insist on looking at the glass half empty, you will always be thirsty.

.You know what rumors and fires have in common? Some people start them, while others spread them. And in the end someone always gets hurt.