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

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.

No title, just a verse I wrote inspired by Jack The Ripper

Eight poor women
With not a chance in life
Are in good company
With a man and his knife
Seven poor women
With no idea of fun
See a shiny blade
And now it's time to run
Six poor women
Who are so sure hes through
Meets the same fate and stranger
With nothing else to do.
Five poor women
Who try to run and hide
Board their doors
But its he who turns out the light.
Four poor women
Who beg the police to take
Their scream is short and dare I say
The last little sound they make
Three little women
Who try and stick together
He picks them off one by one
And writes another letter.
Two little women
Who will no longer try and fight
No will , no run,  and thats no fun
For Jack always loves a fright.

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

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 do not fear death. In death, it is not about the journey. It is the destination, and the path set for you to take.

Try as you may, some people may never like you. Why? Because your spirit aggravates their demons.

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

it's fun being different. Everyone thinks you're crazy and it really throws them off. THAT, is the joy.

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

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

What separates one from the thing
Which sets them free?

Not realizing they have the key.

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

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

Do I really want to fully figure out
What life is all about?

Not really. Why?

It would take away the rest of the mystery.

If I figured out what I want to do in life,

I wouldn't have time to make new dreams.

And the name, that they gave
               This beastly creature,
                                          Was "Man".

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

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

Ah Torn is the sacred veil
Love is forevermore!
Ring the bells,
A lonely spirit dwells nevermore!

Two men were drafted for war.
One turned to the other and said,
"I find it odd that we leave our own family
To keep each other's families safe."

The man turned to him and said,
"I'll make a deal with you.
If you fight to protect my family,
Then I will die protecting yours."

A kindred spirit in a dying hour
Such a fate is not my theme!
For a life deprived of an earthly pow'r
On Earth only hope is found in dreams!

Still, I can hope
Though that word since from me departed
Hope is a thing of a passing hour
And desire has left me broken hearted

Desire! What is desire
But the things in life so undeserved
What then if not desire
Has life been better served?

The world we're living in is one big masquerade.

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.

A fool chases his dreams
And leaves himself behind.

We are not thieves, or murderers.
We may be treated like animals
But we will not become animals.
Every day of freedom,
Is an act of faith
We have all chosen this-
To live here free as long as we can.
And if we should die, trying to live,
Then at least we die
Like human beings.
And our best revenge, is to survive.

A king is a king
With a very heavy crown.
And that king is a king
Until his crown falls down.
And when that crown
Falls to the ground,
The king is not a king
But instead he is the clown.

If I have loved but once,
Then I have loved always.

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

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.

I don't want people to notice me, because I don't want them to realize that there's nothing there to be noticed.

Even the greatest books have a blank page between chapters.

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.

Love is sand in an hourglass
                           That cannot stand.

There's still good to be had in this world if one only remembers to search for it.

Many "wise men" lead lives of secret stupidity.

Where have you gone?
Was it something they've said?
You've said "So long"
While there's still lines to be read

I miss your creative words
And the emotion that flows in you
They remind me of swords
Able to stab right through

You are a dreamer
A creator all your own
You are a father to your people
In times when you feel alone
And in our human right
A pool of blue flows through our veins
But if you were to bleed
Your blood would appear as ink

Have you put aside the pen
And pushed that dream away?
There's so much to write
About everything that happened today

You may be in a wrong place
Where nothing comes to mind
But there's another world for you
To just leave this one behind

You are a dreamer
A creator all your own
You are a father to your people
In times when you feel alone
And in our human right
A pool of blue flows through our veins
But if you were to bleed
Your blood would appear as ink

Silence causes a series of horrible thinking, while thinking itself prevents silence.

The evil hold their pride in their ignorance, their love in their hate, and their hate in knowledge.

A man seems brave when he comes across a sleeping wolf. But he scurries away like a mouse when he mistakes the wolf's snoring for a growl.

A somber sleep a quiet death
Unknown I draw my final breath.

She's pure, hot and cold
Her hair looks like gold
Her touch feels like velvet strands

But I still can't believe that I could ever have her
How could I be the one who ever gets to hold her

While she spins in the sky
All around me where I can't reach
And she flies but never touches land
She's out of my hands
And She's out of my league
Cause she spins in the sky
All around me

The way she walks
She's on the clouds
And I ask her to come down
And rescue me

But im just another guy on the ground
And I could never be with her now

While she spins in the sky
All around me where I can't reach
And she flies but never touches land
She's out of my hands
And She's out of my league
Cause she spins in the sky
All around me

Laugh today to make up for tomorrow's tears.

Life ebbs away much like ink, leaving only a blank page and room enough for someone else to write their story.

Two separate trains departed
As the same did two friends.
Each going the wrong direction
And the tracks, God knew where would end.
I am not in the slightest ashamed to say
That I was not on a train that day.
Instead that day, I remember well,
With bags in hand, I bid farewell.
I was not amused, no I was not impressed,
The journey beyond that thickened smoke.
I must confess, that what I found best,
Was the road, though longer
Was no kinder stranger
For this drifting bloke.
So I said Goodbye, with no tear to eye
As I went about my way.
Towards my destination there,
Though I can't say where,
Perhaps tomorrow I'll find it some day.

Have we just faded
Into the winds of time
Searching for a new tomorrow
And dying as the setting sun
That once glistened as embers
Now wroghts in the anguish
Of what  was
And what is still to be.
May we look to the time
As we were children and laugh.
With a laughter that will forever
Surround each other  with love.

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?

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.

I will tell you a story
That I know nothing about.
Regarding a deaf man
Who was sure he heard a sound.
Now you could go
And ask the blind man
Because he saw it happen.
It even woke the dead woman
While she was busy napping.
What a sound, such a sight!
Under the sun on that starry night.
For those of you reading,
I'm sure your curiosity grows
But I can't tell you anything about it  
That I don't already know.

Put aside your self judgement.

Of course, everyone is their own critic.

Even the high and mighty know

That all that glitters is not gold,
But still it still shines

Remember to love yourself because

You are the reason people write poetry.