A poetic word has no power to enchant the mind without pertaining to the elegance of their reality.

I wrote this fictional letter, upon recommendation on a website to put an end to my insufferable writer's block and to inspire me to write further.


Dear sir,

Of course I realize, that it has been longer than intended since I have last written to you. In that aspect, I assume that upon the arrival of this letter, you will find yourself in a series of bewilderment, whereas, I have only previously written to you when it came to a matter of expense, and for that, I apologize.

When I think upon the past twenty four years, that I have called you "father," I feel great shame in the way I have acted previously. You of all people would know the nature of my being, what I am accustomed to and capable of doing and still do you show such kindness in your heart.

It is true, that when I have been caught in dispute, I have called upon your name, for I have had no other to call "friend". Only now, in this present day, do I write to you this letter. Not with requests, but with the secrets of my heart, things that I have not once spoken of, that only I know.

When my thoughts reflect to the past, I see how many things you did, within your power, to provide for us children, of your generous nature and kindred spirit, in spite of the most things of utmost ignorance, and ingratitude in my heart, you did for me.

I write to you, also, because I have none other to write to. I am alone. The fact of the matter, is I have been alone, longer than I have cared to. People and things of the past, have since held me in abandonment, and all hope has flown from me.

I am not well. Physically speaking, I am fit as a fiddle, though I have not since been tune with life. She has taken all means of enjoyment from my life. There is no light to be found. She has, in a way, corrupted my very means of existence.

Would you not write one letter to me? Has all means of humility escaped your character? Is my suffering, not in the slightest a matter of importance to you?
For God's sake, I admit the deed! I am indeed as you've said previously, an ignoramus! But there is a matter at hand, more crucial than this unnecessary feud!

I do hope, for my sake, that you should find some peace in your heart, before mine ebbs away from me further. It would indeed be a shame, that I should die all too soon. I do not, by any means have the intention on taking my own life, but the issue at hand has since left me broken hearted, and physically ill with shame.

May God have mercy on you, sir.

Your Servant,
H.A Love.

Oh once upon a certain time
I thought I was yours and you were mine
Until I got a call late one night
Who said you were with some other guys

I couldn't believe it took me this long
To find out that we just don't belong
But what more can I say to you
When nobody's right what can we do

Well tell me where to go from here
The answers there but it's not real clear
When you live with mud in your eyes
It takes to long to realize

That you
Baby you're no good for me
Once the future was all I could see
Now I'm certain you'll be the death of me
The death of me

Well I'll never forget just what they said
When they told me you'd leave me for dead
But I didn't wanna listen I couldn't believe
Cause I thought you were the one for me

Now I'd have to say they were right
And im not one for sad goodbyes
Just a handshake and I wish you well
If I'll see you again is more I can tell

Cause you
Baby you're no good for me
Once the future was all I could see
Now I'm certain you'll be the death of me

And you
Baby you're no good for me
Once the future was all I could see
Now I see you'll be the death of me
The death of me

Sometimes your friend is your greatest enemy, and sometimes your greatest enemy is your friend. Sometimes, you are both.

The heart is the compass to the soul
And the eyes are the mirrors to the mind.

Dear World Leaders
Teach us from your point of view
Tell us all about how
You strive to make things new

We know you want what's best
For your people in your place
How is that any different
Than the rest of the human race?

We're not so different
We're not so uncivilized
Do you think there was a chance
That someone told us lies?

This one is for my brother's
On the opposite side of the line
But one human to another
Could we all put down our signs?

This one is for my sister's
Who are forced to hide their face
Giving their children away to soldiers
Taking them to an unfamiliar place

I never wanted this to happen
What have we become?
Where do we go from here
Have we all grown numb?

Put down your guns
Difuse your bombs
We're all daughters and sons
To the world we all belong

You're worth more than just pretty words.
You're worth the truth in them.

Some people get butterflies
In their stomachs.
Others, however have moths.

People are angels who have not yet learned to fly.

You spread like
A wildfire inside my soul.
I breathe you in,
But you choke me as I let you go.

You shine in my darkness,
But you burn me with the sunlight.
You give me wings,
But they're broken and I can't fly.

You chain me up
Still you gave me the key.
But my hands are tied,
And I can't break free.

I want to see the world
As the world sought me out to be-
A monster. A villian.
The unethical and absurd lies
Have made me what I am.
While they were in reckoning
With something they were
Yet to understand
And lived in utter horror  
Of the monster they created.

Shes looking out the window of her
Two bedroom apartment
Looking down at all
The different faces below
She had a change of heart
And moved into the city
Trying to find the love
She never found at home

But now she's living
A hundred miles an hour it seems
Putting food on the table
And trying to live her dreams

So this is a song for you
From the man across the hall
You never really know
Who you have behind you
Until you've taken the fall

Does it ever get lonely
When you're living for the moment
Does it drive you mad
When you think its only you

I'm always home and I hear
When your tears are flowing
Come and knock on my door
And see things from a different point of view

This great world
Has so many different turns
You've got to cross your bridges
Before they all get burned

So this is a song for you
From the man across the hall
You never really know
Who you have behind you
Until you've taken the fall

Butterflies can't see their beautiful wings. Maybe you're the butterfly.

Never be ashamed of your past.
Your pain may be the key
To someone else’s cell.

I'm only able to see the world through one eye,

And yet I see more beauty in it than those who see out of two.

There's a bench in a park
That I know so well.
And on that bench is a man,
Taking his last few breaths.
Passerby's stop to look at the man,
And feel pity for him,
Yet do not send for an ambulance.
He is wearing clothes
That are not his own.
"God help my poor soul," he cries
On that cruel October night.
And this man,
Whom I've never met before,
Shares with me a kindred spirit
That I have not felt more.
And this place, I only know in dreams,
And his time, was long before mine.
Farewell to the late Mister Poe
And to the dreams you left behind.

I am alone in the world of naught.
In a place what tends my soul to rot.
A situation of constant moan,
I wish with life, I could atone.
And differences I would set aside
Only then with joy could I abide.
But such wish is beyond my reach
To learn such things
So I might teach.

Writing is not a hobby
It's the soul having the opportunity
To speak on It's own.
It's a way of life.
And the more you write,
The more you breathe life
Into a society
That the rest of the world
Has left for dead.

Vivid dreams
Of my lover's screams
In sickness and of plight.
Try as I may
To rid these dreams
I will have them again tonight.
Every morsel of tortured sleep
And each moment of poisoned thought,
I find despair, no comfort there
And no greater anguish my soul has brot

Before you can hold the torch for someone while they walk in darkness, you have to walk through it first to know where it leads.

Bobby loved Susan
But Susan hated Bobby
She hated that he loved her
Like it was some kind of hobby

Bobby bit a bullet
And his love for her  died with him
They were learning how to hate
And they were loving every minute

Perry went to prison
He got in a nasty habit
He was ripping off liquor stores
And the state wouldn't have it

Whitney said she'd wait for Perry
But Whitney was a cheater
She fell in love with Barry 
Who always loved to beat her
They were both in love with pain
But they were hating every minute

Aaron was afraid
Cause Tina had a temper
He hated being alone with Tina
She broke his arm in November

Tinas at the center now
A neighbor called the cops
He looked at another woman
She punched him in the chops
Tina was is first love
And he hated being in it
He was afraid of being in love
And more afraid of being beaten

Some die in traffic
Others die by needles
And others die by suicide
Over something completely needless

Some will bite a bullet
Some may get the chair
Some might be afraid of dying
Some don't even care

This is for you Robin

I'm a genie in a magic lamp
I'm a bird thats in a cage
I'm a man who's really Peter pan
And im a kid trapped in a game

I'm someone who wears a smile
Even though there's so much pain
And I may not be here tomorrow
So can I make you laugh today?

I'm a man of many faces
And sometimes I forget my own
I'm a man that can find a voice
That you will always know
But one thing that I cannot find
Is any peace to be near
But the thing that gives me the greatest joy
Is your laughter through the years

I'm a man with a broadcast
Telling you good morning every day
I'm a man who can "patch" you up
When your blue skies are turning gray

And still I wonder what dreams may come
But I believe I've lived all of mine
But I dont worry if there ever were some
That I left so far behind

I'm a man of many faces
And sometimes I forget my own
I'm a man that can find a voice
That you will always know
But one thing that I cannot find
Is any peace to be near
But the thing that gives me the greatest joy
Is your laughter through the years

My Dear
I beseech thine own gratitude.
Parting, be it spoken
Or be it a favorable token
Or adieu by the by
Who were thou once
In a matter of deliberate thinking
But the rose that wilts
While the Gardener tends to his own roses.
Be there no just cause
By way of reckoning with
My poorly based manner
I ask your hand
Love be it a thing of adversity
Or diverse confusion
To he who holds no compassion
Hatred still holds not passion
And while I cannot bring myself to love,
Love premieres itself to me.
How Heavens Gaze
Upon star crossed Lovers
And the tide holds true
To a Voyager on a perfumed Sea
Onwards his own own native shore
Love is blind to ties that bind
For you my dear I your lighthouse far
And you my anchor bold
That I ask your hand to hold

Here it comes
I've had this feeling before
I told myself never again
But here I am back for more

And I know that it's true girl
That you will end up like the rest
But I can still pretend girl
And still treat you like the best

No I never listen to myself
I never know when enough is enough
Now you've got me under your spell
Hypnotized by your love

So hit me with your love until it hurts
Blind my eyes with your pretty little lies
And make me believe it's what I deserve
And when you've finally had enough
Be sure and shut the door
So hit me with your love
Until I'm begging for more

I should listen,
Maybe I should go
My thoughts say yes
But my heart says no

It's what I'm after
But it's a losing game
There's love and laughter
But it always ends the same

And now I'm running from myself
While I'm running for your love
Put my worries on a shelf
And I don't know a thing about love

So hit me with your love until it hurts
Blind my eyes with your pretty little lies
And make me believe it's what I deserve
And when you've finally had enough
Be sure and shut the door
So hit me with your love
Until I'm begging for more

You wouldn't throw stones at your own home if other people were, so why are you throwing them at yourself?

Don't judge someone who sins differently than you do.

If one is to understand poetry, then he must remember this one thing; Poetry is not to be understood.

They came and stepped on
Our sacred land
Took our way of life
Before they took our hand

And the huts and houses
That we built
They burned them down
And had our people killed

And to this day
We still don't understand
The wicked ways
Of the crooked man

They do not listen
They do not see
They ask no questions
To you or to me

But maybe one day
They will learn
That not all bridges
Must be burned

And all you white men
I've got to say
We were here first
When your ships drifted away

And still we will
Make our final stand
When you return
To your own native land

My blood flows blue
Yet is as black
As ink through my veins
I write mostly lies,
Yet still some subtle truth remains

People like us don't change. We just do a little better each time.

My dearest love
Where are you bound?
Stay and hear
My dismal song so pure!

Is it by fate
We are drawn together?
By no means!
For fate alone cannot endure

Tho as long as you have captivated
My soul in dreaming
My eyes enchanted by maiden fair

I beseech you look no further
To gander at love as no other
For you will find
Nothing there!

What is love?
A forbearance tried tho true!
Where is love if not the present
An emotion grand and Heaven sent
Stay and hear the rhythm
Of my heart
That beats for you!

Why do people love
            what they fear the most?

Because it makes them realize
               they are still alive.

A friend is like an anchor
That keeps you standing strong
And a memory is just the cargo
That keeps it moving on

Sailing on to new horizons
To the moments that we share
Leaving the past in the distance
To what awaits us there

So i won't worry about the waves
They will come and they will pass
Like a stranger you forgave
Falling like sand into a glass
And I will never see the future
If I focus on the past
So I won't worry about the waves
They will come and they will pass

Many times we dream about tomorrow
And never focus on today
People come into our lives
And we let them slip away

So hold your friends close at heart
And welcome new ones in
For we fail if we're apart
But together we will win

So i won't worry about the waves
They will come and they will pass
Like a stranger you forgave
Falling like sand into a glass
And I will never see the future
If I focus on the past
So I won't worry about the waves
They will come and they will pass

I'd like to tell a story
Of a place that I once knew
That lived a loving family
As far as anybody knew.

They never touched a drink
And they hardly ever swore
Until Pa would come to think
There's gotta be something more

More to life,
More to this
More than the woman
Who gave birth to his kids

Well one night just after supper
Little Timmy wiped his hands
Off on his trousers
And that was where it would end.

Pa took a deep breath I remember well
And told those six people
Around that table
That they could all go to hell

Well you would think that it'd be over
That he had said all there was to say
He was nearly to the door
When little Jimmy started to pray.

"Lord give my mother patience
So she don't get too mad
And forgive my fathers behavior
Along with the six or seven drinks he's had.

Protect my sisters
And me and my brothers too
Cause Lord there ain't no telling
Just what he's about to do."

Now Ma told those little children
"Wash up and go upstairs."
Not one of them moved an inch
And Pa went to grab a switch
Wouldn't you know a car
Would show up there.

It was old pastor James
Who happened to
Be driving through that day.
"I wanted to stop by to tell you all
That we missed you in service today."

Now Pa was just about to speak
When a little voice came soft and sweet.
It was little Susie
Who grabbed the preachers arm
He stooped down to Susie's level
And aided to her charm.

"Pastor James, I have a question
And I know I don't understand,
But how do you get to Heaven
To that far away distant land?
If you have a map
Could you show me and my siblings near?
Cause I know it would be much better
Than another day living here.

How do you get to Heaven
On that bright and Godly shore
How do you walk on streets of Gold
Instead of this old rotten floor?

How do you get to Heaven
Pastor could you tell me please
We've had a life of hardship
And now it's time for a life of ease.

And she was a bird.
                    A sight to be admired,
But a vulture if you stood too close.
        Free to come and go as she pleased.

So shows through eyes of those, who's beauty through velvet lining glows.

In dreams she spoke to me
Tho In life she never glanced
Her velvet touch what draws to me
Yet awake I've not a chance

So now I sleep again
For in dreaming shall I find
A way to take her hand
Long before the sun shall rise

Hold me near
Through the passing of the night
Call to me with your voice so sweet
Until the waking light

And in life are we strangers
In dreams there is no danger there
For love is in our nature
And no more fear shall we bear!

In dreams I've felt her gentle hand
I've often heard her voice
And it would be, always be!
If I only had the choice

She bids me go
With the coming of the rays
She'll pass me by without "Hello!"
Until the passing of the day

Woman Sweet woman
The gentle temptress of my dreams
Won't you dream a dream of me
And you'll find nothing is as it seems

Such a vision so confound,
These shadows on the wall.
God forbid one make a sound
Lest all of them should fall.
What to do if the sun should rise
What then would become of they?
Shall each ashen spirit meet their demise
And should send my friends away?

Such a vision so concerning,
This reflection in the glass
Such a question my curiosity yearning
Perhaps a man from hours past?
What to do if the glass should break
What then would become of he?
Such a thought for my own sake
Would he be slain or rather be set free?

A library is for those who have eyes to see what's there to not be seen, and the ears to hear that which is not spoken.

Another thought inside my head
Still remains a memory
Another step I take down this road ahead
To me still seems a mystery

My feet are worn I can't go on
My heart it beats just like the drum
The place ahead seems so far
But its better than the place from where I've come  

Godspeed down the road that I must travel
Godspeed in the mountains I must climb
Godspeed through my body in the battle
Godspeed my way to my home into the sky

My body's weak and I feel wounded
Searching for someone to save the day
I've lost all hope I'm stranded in the darkness
Waiting for someone to light my way

Godspeed down the road that I must travel
Godspeed in the mountains I must climb
Godspeed through my body in the battle
Godspeed my way to my home into the sky

Godspeed down the road that I must travel
Godspeed in the mountains I must climb
Godspeed through my body in the battle
Godspeed my way to my home into the sky

Godspeed down the road that I must travel

Where others were,
I was not present.
While others spake,
I was silent.

As others were,
I was not.
And what others saw,
I could not bring myself to see.

At what age others were,
I remained a child.
And the things they so heard,
I had covered my ears.

While others loved,
And had shared love
With one another,
I loved alone.

I'm nobody.
A face in the crowd.
A *** in a box cart.
A friend to some,
And an enemy to others.
A razor, if you stand too close to me.
I'm dirt blowing in the wind.
A ***** on prom night.
I'm nobody.

How I celebrate the morning,
In it's warm, and welcoming light!
Though how I dread the wretched darkness,
And the gruesome tortured night!

For my thoughts deprive me of sleep
And accompany the shadows
Cast in gloom.
And in those hours I only weep
And fear my pending doom.

And even the splendid moon,
Does not lift my spirits, more.
And love grants no boons
Than what my heart had felt before.

I'm not a man of many friends,
I'm a man surrounded by people
Who appreciate my existence
As much as I do theirs.

When I asked for love,
That I might hold it in abundance
I was given weakness
That I might succumb to it.

And though I asked for love,
Love never once asked for me.
I had not known love,
But love knew well of me.

I asked for compliance with love,
Though it never once held favor.
And while I could not
Bring myself to love,
She loved me.

I didn't need help,

I needed you.

I didn't need a light

When I was in darkness,

I needed you

To walk through it with me.

I didn't need a jacket

When there were storms.

I just needed to know

That you would always

Hold the umbrella.

I didn't need a reason

Why I needed you.

I needed you to tell me

That you would never leave.

Sometimes you wonder what the mystery of life is, then you realize that itself is the mystery.

Must I pretend
That I have no will
For such a rhyme to be penned?
What to do? Woe is me!
Shall I torment my thoughts longer,
Or shall I flee?
For what then,
Has life for me, set aside?
What for me, will life provide?
My passion is only found in dreams!
Such a place
To satisfy my means!
And it is by no means
That I should put away these dreams
For what more is life better served
Than dreams?

"Step right up
And give it a go!
Ladies and gentlemen
Prepare for a show!

With my elixir,
You'll see oh so fine!
Step right up!
Who will be first in line?


A man makes his way
To the front of the stage.
"I only have one question,
How is it made?"

The man shakes his head
And smiles with pride
"It's an old family secret,
I cannot tell you what contents
Are held inside!"

But it costs a shilling
And not a cent more;
This is a deal
You shouldn't throw out your door!"

"But What's the trick?
What is the catch?"

"To Prove you are quick!
And the others are no match!
But i will agree,
You'll want me to prove!
Watch and you'll see,
Your aiming improve!"

The pistol is fired,
The hat is thrown in the air!
No more enjoyment
Would one find there!

The pistols fired,
The lead hits the hat!
What more excitement
Would you feel rather than that!

"How is it done?
How can it be?"
Asks the mammoth crowd
Gathered as far as the eye can see.

Amongst them there,
In the crowd A man stood
None other than Mister Hardin
Who was up to no good.

"You're a fraud," said he.
"It is easy to tell!
You're quite the schemer,
And I'll send you to hell!"

The pistol is fired,
As death fills the air
Twas the last time
That Johnny  did not play fair.

So late the hour, so sweet the tune
I find my solace neath the moon.
While the village sleeps, and all is sound
Such a place where love is found.

Our talks were civil
And our feelings glad.
Tho the white dwarf stars
Had left us sad.

At rest upon
The crescent brim
I lie and sing
My somber hymn.

And the moon
Who has heard my somber tune
Would permit my soul
All too soon.

Tho the moon's own light
Begins to fade,
I must depart and return
On another day.