My wife's been whining for some time now
Wanting me to take her on a cruise
Now we've been married for twenty-five years
So she wasn't gonna let me refuse

So we packed up our bags and off we went
Kinda like a second honeymoon
I said, "Fix us some sandwiches to eat on the way"
Then I told her we'd be there soon

She said, "Where are we going Hawaii or Bahamas?"
I said, "This place is better than that"
We stopped at a place that said, "Paddle Boats Here"
I said, "We're here, now don't forget your hat"

Well, now needless to say, I did something wrong
'Cause my wife started throwing such a fit
We went around circles for at least twenty minutes
'Cause everytime I'd paddle, she'd quit

Now I wasn't gonna pay for no life perservers
My bicycle tubes worked fine
My wife had that tube wrapped around her neck
And both of her hands around mine

Well, to make a long story short, she'll never forget
That time I took her on a cruise
And everytime I even try to forget it
I remember that horrible bruise

Sometimes in November
When the sun is sitting high
A warm Fall breeze will steal the leaves
And cause the trees to cry

Sometimes in November
A butterfly will appear
A cherished thought, a battle fought
For one you loved so dear

Sometimes in November
A daughter will pass away
You wallow in grief, seek relief
And then you learn to pray

Sometimes in November
An angel gets its wings
It's good and bad but always sad
Both joy and pain this brings

Sometimes in November
A family must say goodbye
As Heaven awaits to open its gates
To November's butterfly

I buried an angel on top of the hill
Under the magnolia tree
Her wings are long since silent
But she still means the world to me

The magnolia's flowers cover her grave
Decorated in majestic white
She said the scent was Heaven's perfume
And their smell was pure delight

I was married to this angel for forty-one years
Before Heaven called her away
I knew she had to leave this world
Even though I begged her to stay

I know that my loss is Heaven's gain
I guess they were one angel short
I know they wouldn't have taken her away
Unless it was their last resort

Sometimes when I start missing her
I can't wait 'til the magnolias bloom
We can sit and talk for hours
While smelling their sweet perfume

She said, "This is as close to Heaven
as anyone could ever be"
So I buried her on that hillside
Underneath the magnolia tree

You said to stop and smell the roses
Each time you pass them by
Don't be in such a hurry
For even roses have to die

A fragrance like no other
A smell your senses consume
A drop of love from up above
A little of Heaven's perfume

It's the flower of perfection
That its stem so gently adorns
Its petals hold such beauty
That they're guarded by its thorns

You said to stop and smell the roses
And for twenty years I've tried
I'm no longer in a hurry
Without you by my side

The roses are a part of me
Knowing the joy they gave
So I stop and smell the roses
As I place them on your grave

She always loved the purple rose
The hardest rose to find
I said they were always just like her
Truly one of a kind

Every year when her birthday came
I gave her a purple rose
But when she died I couldn't find
The flower she always chose

I looked the earth both high and low
But the rose was no where in sight
They said the flower had disappeared
Stricken with some kind of blight

The first time I went to visit her grave
With flowers in my hand
I saw a sight that I'll never forget
Something I don't understand

Her grave was covered with roses
Growing right out of the ground
The only place on the face of the earth
Where purple roses are found

She always loved the purple rose
The hardest rose to find
I said they were always just like her
Truly one of a kind

"Daddy look at all the sandcastles"
"Aren't they all so grand?"
"Who could have known a king and his throne,
Could simply be made out of sand"

"Look at the beautiful towers"
"I wonder if a princess lives there"
"I'll bet she is kind, they're so hard to find,
With beautiful long flowing hair"

My daughter loved to go to the beach
She loved the sandcastles the best
But she didn't know her heart was too slow
And soon they would open her chest

It's funny sometimes how time can fly
It only seems like yesterday
There was a major complication with her operation
And my daughter has passed away

I still go to the beach from time to time
To see the sandcastles on display
I still close my eyes and part of me dies
Each time I hear her say

"Daddy look at all the sandcastles"
"Aren't they all so grand?"
"Who could have known a king and his throne,
Could simply be made out of sand"

I wonder if the trees could talk
Would they tell about the breeze?
Would they talk about the sunshine?
Or of their many different leaves?

Would they talk about that woodpecker
That's roosted on their limb?
Or maybe devise a brilliant plan
To rid themselves of him

Would they tell us of their thirst?
And celebrate the rain
Would they talk about their fear of fire?
And how they hate the flame

Would they talk about the winter?
How it robs them of their shields
As the winter breeze scatter their leaves
Across the barren fields

Would they talk about the summer heat?
And the sacrifices they've made
As they hold their limbs high and stong
To cast our needed shade

Would they talk about their Creator,
Who rules from Heaven above
And profess undying gratitude
And their never ending love?

In the spring you're my flower
As your perfume fills the air
Your angelic beauty is the reason
All the people stop to stare

In the summer you're the reflection
In a cool clear mountain lake
Your warm smile in the morning
Will cause the sun to wake

In the autumn you're the breath of fall
That whispers to the trees
Your voice is so enchanting
The trees divorce their leaves

In the winter you're the snowflake
You're simply one of a kind
You melt my heart as I melt yours
That's truly hard to find

I guess the season I love the most
And you're the only reason
More than Summer, Spring, Winter or Fall
You're my favorite season

An infection grows inside my soul
That love can never heal
A malignant growth of broken trust
Now keeps my heartbeat still

A fatal hand has made my bed
Where I'm supposed to sleep
I've tried my best to change my fate
But I'm buried way too deep

Deprived of truth, I'm filled with lies
It's running through my veins
Broken promises clog my heart
Where infection still remains

I'm holding on with all I've got
But I die a little each day
You keep asking for forgiveness
As you turn and walk away

An infection grows inside my soul
I've lost the will to fight
I try to tell you how I feel
But you're gone again tonight

A poem can be a heartbeat
Or just a simple smile
Meant to mend a broken soul
That's smothered with denial

It can be about forgiveness
Words your lips can't speak
"I'm sorry" written on paper
That solace that you seek

It can be about the sunshine
Or the tears that's in the rain
Maybe a long lost memory
That fills your heart with pain

It can be about relationships
Written with your pain
Built on broken promises
With the lies that now remain

A poem can tell us who we are
Or who we used to be
But most of all a poem is written
To set our emotions free

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the hills
The kinfolk were drinkin' and tending their stills

The longjohns were hung by the chimney with care
No stockings were found, just underwear

The children were nestled so high in their bunks
Their quilts made of skins from rabbits and skunks

Granny with her false teeth and gun on her knee
Was waiting for Santa as she sat by the tree

From out of the barn there arose such a noise
We thought it was Grandpa drinkin' with the boys

But what to my wandering eye should appear
It was just cousin Cleatus in mama's brassiere

And then from the rooftop we heard it at last
Like the sound of thunder or a shot gun blast

We have Christmas dinner, it's finally here
Granny kidnapped Santa while we shot his deer

Venison all covered with onions for stew
And even old Santa enjoyed some too

His belly was full when he walked out the door
But he couldn't resist when we offered him more

Well that's the story of our Christmas here
Merry Christmas to all 'til the same time next year

A mistress has found her way to my heart
With a love I cannot shake
I knew it was love right from the start
She often keeps me awake

She's on my mind both night and day
Her mystery fills me with glee
Each time she leaves I want her to stay
She's becoming a part of me

My wife just watches with a distant stare
For she knows she could never compete
She feels my love and she's willing to share
For my mistress makes me complete

She's been around for thousands of years
But things grow sweeter with age
They don't understand especially my peers
They question the words on this page

Guilt, I have none, for it's not what you think
And though you think it absurd
For my mistress is made entirely of ink
My mistress, the written word

A man lost his wife with the plague at its worst
She died in the night while she slept
Everything was burned the very next morning
Except for the feather that he kept

The feather was found on the bed where she lay
Lost from her down pillow's tear
They told him the feather had come from a goose
But he knew that an angel was there

He carried that feather all through the town
Showing it to anyone who'd look
He'd tell them the story about the angel who came
And his wife was the one that they took

Again, they told him that it came from a goose
But it was something he wouldn't believe
So they finally decided they'd leave him alone
For they thought that he needed to grieve

He carried that feather for the rest of his life
'Til one day they found the man dead
He died in his sleep with the feather in his hand
With another one found on his bed

The whole world watched
As they fell to the ground
A multitude was lost
Only a few were found

An unseen evil
Came from the sky
Innocence, the target
We're left asking why

Mothers and Fathers
Sisters and Brothers
All lost their lives
And so many others

He came from the east
With death in his heart
He thought he would break us
And tear us apart

It only made us stronger
When the Twin Towers fell
For we trust in God
They're screaming in hell

He went to have his future read
For he wanted his fortune told
So he went to a witch, a psychic of sorts
Who was said to be a hundred years old

She told him all he wanted to hear
She said, "By thirty you will be rich"
He tried to leave before he could pay
And in doing so angered the witch

"By thirty years old you'll have your wealth,
But your days are numbered at best"
"For when the last leaf falls from the sycamore tree,
You'll meet with life's ending rest"

Well the witch finally died, as the years went by
Her corpse now buried and rotten
Summer was ending as the leaves start to fade
And her prophecy all but forgotten

While raking his leaves that fell in his yard
A leaf came tumbling down
The very last leaf from the sycamore tree
That evening his body was found

They said that his heart just quit working
He turned thirty the day that he died
A million dollar check came in the mail
Life insurance, paid to his bride

I wanted to believed in fairy tales
I hoped that dreams come true
I thought happy endings were real
Until the day that I met you

I thought I was your Prince Charming
And you, my Snow White bride
But who ever wrote our story of love
Was a little preoccupied

Because the story was never finished
We were loving from day to day
There wasn't a happily ever after
We didn't turn out that way

Like clouds in the sky, we drifted apart
Carried in different directions
Like ripples on a clear mountain stream
No more than broken reflections

I used to believe in fairy tales
But there is no happy ending
We turned out like all of the rest
With both of us pretending

Life is like a runaway train
Never knowing where it may lead
The curves in the track can't slow us down
For there's no way to adjust the speed

The twists and turns are enlightening
And some make a wonderful surprise
While others are sorrow and heartache
Just broken promises and lies

Though we've never seen the conductor
Our tickets have already been taken
We take our seats and close our eyes
But we never get used to the shakin'

Though we have no sure destination
We marvel at every turn
The scenery we see, is pure destiny
As we ponder the things that we learn

This runaway train that we call life
Rides on the tracks of time
And just when we think it will last forever
We reach the end of the line

Well I wrote a poem about my wife
But she said, "If you post it you die"
I said, "Don't worry babe you can count on me"
But she should have known that I lie

She had this pimple on the tip of her nose
And I couldn't help but stare
She thought I was listening to her every word
'Cause she didn't know it was there

Now that monster had me hypnotized
I even forgot how to blink
It looked at me with those come hither eyes
And I swear I saw it wink

Well that night we went out to dinner
To an all you can eat buffet
Before we left she said, "How do I look?"
But I didn't know what to say

Now the waiter was truly mesmerized
And my wife still none the wiser
She thought it was rude when he asked her politely
"Would you nose like an appetizer?

She excused herself to powder her nose
At least that's what she said
But when she got back, she had fire in her eyes
And said, "When we get home you're dead"

Well that pimple finally faded away
But my wife won't let me forget
I think she knows that I posted this poem
'Cause she's still not over it yet

A poem is just a teardrop
A form of liquid pain
Released to pen and paper
Our words become a stain

The hurt that's bottled up inside
Can come out through our eyes
Promises made, but never kept
Are nothing but liquid lies

As the teardrop hits the paper
The words begin to form
Releasing all the pain inside
To calm the coming storm

Heartache is just another word
That's written by our tears
The pain becomes the writer's quill
'Til a little relief appears

A poem is just a teardrop
That's worded carefully
Liquid pain becomes a stain
And sets the poet free

If I could erase the mistakes I've made
You would be at the top of my list
I'd erase all the tears I made you cry
And all of the years we missed

I'd erase all the scars I ever caused
And the hurt you carried inside
I'd erase all the times I said "I cared"
But I knew in my heart I lied

I'd erase all the memories that turned out sad
The memories you couldn't forget
I'd erase all the years you waisted on me
The years you learned to regret

I'd erase all the kisses you couldn't take back
And the smiles you threw away
I'd erase all the times that I said I was sorry
I didn't mean them anyway

But for you to forget all the things that I've done
It's really quite easy to see
The only thing left for me to erase
Is nothing more than me

He sits on the bench, day after day
Just to pass away the time
Feeding the pigeons his left over dinner
A man, well past his prime

He smiles and waves as people pass by
Like he's known them all of his life
A tragic story wrapped in loneliness
For one who's lost his wife

Thirty-eight years they were married
He's lost a piece of his heart
A woman who honered her wedding vows
Who promised, "Til death do us part"

He's not looking for companionship
For he will love her 'til the end
He wouldn't mind someone to talk to
Someone to call a friend

Time no longer has meaning
For it's just another day
So he sits on the bench, feeding the pigeons
Just to pass the time away

Buried deep in an unmarked grave
A child is given birth
Born to a corpse, now death's slave
He claws he way through the earth

He's not quite dead nor alive it seems
As he tinkers on the fringe
Conceived by the sound of his mother's screams
Hell bent on taking revenge

His mother lived only nineteen years
Then killed by a gang of three
Born through the hate in his mother's tears
Now karma has set him free

He searches the earth, both high and low
Till he finds his heart's desire
Making them suffer and all die slow
As he drags them through the fire

With the gates of hell now open wide
His deed on earth is done
But remember this warning, you can't hide
So beware of Karma's son

While most are counting sheep at night
When trying to go to sleep
The poet is searching for words to write
So the little lambs won't weep

The paper becomes the poet's sleeve
As he wipes his pain away
His pen becomes the poet's sword
To keep the wolves at bay

The sheep that cause our eyes to close
Must always be protected
For wolves can sneak into our dreams
Sometimes undetected

The poet writes of the sheep we count
While staring at the clock
Writing words to stop the wolves
From picking off the flock

So when you start to close your eyes
And count the sheep tonight
Remember the poet who slays the wolves
With the words that he will write

Virginia walks where I cannot
The angels know her name
Where my name was is now a blot
My muse hands me the blame

I whisper love, she does not hear
She knows my heart tells lies
She listens with a cautious ear
And sees through my disguise

I try but cannot feel her pain
A mistress she shall stay
I try my best but can't explain
The demons I must slay

She hides my sin to no avail
The truth cuts like a knife
She knows that she will only fail
Name only, she's my wife

A mistress she will always be
I know it seems absurd
She'll ever be in love with me
But my love is the word

My granny was only twelve years old
When she got her first tattoo
She was kind of a rebellious child
Back in nineteen twenty-two

She hid that thing for a little while
'Til her daddy finally got wise
He took that girl to the woodshed
With ****** in both of his eyes

He asked that girl, "What did you do,
Don't you know that's gotta be a sin?"
"Now look what you've done to your body,
Has your mama seen your skin?"

Now my granny was a stubborn child
She didn't listen to a word he said
She didn't hide the one she already had
But she got three more instead

Now as my granny got older, so did her skin
And her ink was droopy and sad
You'd think that woman would feel remorse
But I think she was almost glad

Now the art sunk down to her elbows
As it wobbled to and fro
The butterfly tats would take to flight
Everywhere Granny would go

Now another tat was a bloodshot eye
But now it was always winking
On the other arm was a battleship
But of course that thing was sinking

Well that's the story of my granny's art
She lived to be a hundred and two
The day she died it said "Rest in peace"
Not the gravestone, her last tattoo

She said, "Daddy let's make snow angels,
Before the snow begins to melt"
She couldn't have known how much she'd grown
And the pride that her daddy felt

She was ten years old going on twenty
And her angels were always the best
But I'd let her win just to see her grin
I'll bet you've already guessed

Her angels would always disappear
In the Spring, Summer and Fall
But before Winter came I learned a new name
When leukemia came to call

I would sit with her, beside her bed
As the snow came tumbling down
She said, "Daddy can you see, she's as pretty as can be,
In her beautiful snow white gown

When I looked around the empty room
My little girl closed her eyes
"My snow angel's here" she whispered so dear
And then my little girl dies

She said, "Daddy let's make snow angels,
Before the snow begins to melt"
She couldn't have known how much she'd grown
And the pride that her daddy felt

Sparrows bleed as trumpets scream
They fall to kiss the earth
Crimson proof it's not a dream
For death has given birth

Darkness smiles with broken wings
A feathered wake of sorts
When death is born no one sings
For joy somehow distorts

Devils dance and act a fool
Just barely out of sight
Shadows watch and start to drool
While laughing at the light

Empty tears, for no one cares
It happens every day
Far away an angel stares
There's nothing left to say

Twisted fate, we don't ask why
For death will come to all
When death is born, we must die
As sparrows start to fall

My wife said to embrace my feminine side
So I thought I'd give it a whirl
And though I said I'll do my best
I don't make a very good girl

So I tried my hand at cooking
And now the chicken is crispy and black
The laundry was just my first attempt
And it almost broke my back

I even took a bubble bath
With candles on the side of the tub
But when I tried to shave my legs
The only thing left was a nub

And even though I must admit
I look pretty **** good in a dress
Those dadgum ***** hose were cramping my style
As you can probably already guess

That make-up made me feel kinda funny
And made me look just a little bit weird
I think it clashed with the leftover breakfast
That was hanging out inside my beard

My wife said I made an ugly girl
And she laughed so hard she cried
She said she'd never ask me again
To embrace my feminine side

It happened one snowy Christmas eve
The snow was too heavy for flight
So Santa and those eight tiny reindeer
Were stranded with me for the night

After hot chocolate we all went to sleep
With them on my living room floor
The reindeer kept tossing and turning
And all Santa could do was snore

Well, I woke up in the middle of the night
And those reindeer were all in my bed
Comet and Cupid were holding me tight
And Prancer was kissing my head

Then in a flash the room went dark
And in the corner, a tiny elf appears
Believe it or not on top of his head
He had one of my wife's brassieres

I got out of bed to find old Santa
I was hoping he might have an answer
I found him soaking in my garden tub
Where he was taking a bath with Dancer

So I hurried back to the bedroom
But my wife was no where in sight
I found her in the kitchen playing spin the bottle
And that elf said she's mine for the night

Well that did it, I finally lost my temper
I started screaming for them to get out
Santa says, "We can't leave, my clothes aren't dry"
And that's when I started to shout

He pointed to my fireplace mantle
And my stockings were no longer there
For hanging on the nail, still dripping wet
Was Santa's long john underwear

I ran to the bedroom for my rifle
But when I returned they were already gone
My house was a wreck and that elf stole my wife
So I burned Santa's ****** 'til dawn

What kind of poem should I write today?
May something that makes you cry
Or maybe I'll write of happy things
So no one will have to die

Maybe I'll write of a love gone bad
Of broken hearts and dreams
Or maybe I'll write of nightmares
Where darkness is filled with screams

Maybe I'll write a political prose
Where everyone has a voice
Or maybe I'll write of abortion
Pro life or maybe pro choice

Maybe I'll write of memories
That fade away through time
Or maybe I'll write a sonnet of love
Where heartbeats always rhyme

What kind of poem should I write today?
Maybe the seasons, the coming of fall
Or maybe I'll keep my feelings inside
And just write nothing at all

I planted a rose in the garden today
Its petals were tired and worn
My beautiful rose has seen better days
But today it will cause me to mourn

Wrinkled an wilted its stem can't stand
I carried it where ever I went
The sun gave it strength and the rain gave it joy
Though its better days were already spent

Its beauty and grace were unmatched in its day
People couldn't help but stare
It held to my hand every where I'd go
There was nothing that we didn't share

All the other flowers couldn't get my attention
No matter how hard they tried
For my eyes were made to look at my rose
Rose is the name of my bride

I planted a rose in the garden today
Its petals were tired and worn
My beautiful rose has seen better days
But today it will cause me to mourn

Here's a story about a gang of grannies
Who knocked over a ***** hose store
They were nothing without their support hose
And they just couldn't take it anymore

Late one night at an old folks home
A few grannies were hatching a plan
Their varicose veins were getting in their way
Of catching themselves a man

So they decided enough was enough
And they'd reclaim their feminine wiles
And there happened to be a ***** hose store
Down the road just a couple of miles

Now if they got caught what would it matter?
'Cause it was a very small price to pay
And even if they gave them life in prison
Well that was probably just one more day

Now the leader of the gang was ninety years old
'Cause she had done this once before
She'd served a little time in granny prison
For robbing a false teeth store

Now their purses were their weapon of choice
Cause that's something they knew how to use
And if you've ever been hit by a granny purse
Then you know it can leave a bruise

Anyway, off they went to claim their prize
For it was much too late to turn back
Dressed in only their housecoats and slippers
Their purses and a burlap sack

To make a long story short they pulled it off
Just in time for the old folks dance
And you better believe those grannies looked sharp
In support hose and pink hot pants

My lips will whisper love unto thine heart
For my burden weighs heavy on my soul
I will invade your dreams when we're apart
Even by pain of death I'll pay the toll

Why not let Arthur choose another bride
For they stand in line to become his queen
I can't walk away, for God knows I've tried
It's you and I and Arthur in between

I took an oath to always serve my king
Even if it demands my final breath
But I couldn't have known what love would bring
And now I fear our love means certain death

I would give my life for all I hold dear
If Lancelot could be with Guinevere

Sorrow only hangs her head
While walking to the floor
Pride wants all the attention
While Greed keeps seeking more

Shame hides behind the curtains
While Anger demands his way
Fear is too afraid to dance
Impatience just wouldn't stay

Joy was dancing all over the place
While Lust's heart began to burn
Love just watched with stars in her eyes
While Patience was waiting his turn

Confusion didn't know what to do
While Surprise was doing the twist
Shock was so appalled of it all
While Temptation just couldn't resist

The Broken Hearts just sit and cried
While Doubt didn't believe it was real
Now you've seen the dance of emotions
So tell me, how do you feel?

Now I know you've heard the stories
About animals who are smart
But here's a tale of a dog named Jake
Who was a genius from the start

Now, this dog could do anything
He could even add and subtract
He even starred in a broadway play
And, man, that dog could act

Now, nobody ever had to feed him
For, he was even a gourmet chef
Did I mention he was a teacher?
He taught sign language to the deaf

Now Jake was not an ordinary dog
He remembers everything he sees
He has a photographic memory
And even knows the names of his fleas

He wouldn't just bring your slippers
He would put them on your feet
That dog would even remember to flush
And put down the toilet seat

Jake even took the children to school
And stayed with them, all day long
He heard every word the teacher said
And corrected her when she was wrong

Now, you probably think I made this up
And, everything I've told you is fake
But I'll bet you'll be surprised to know
That this poem was written by Jake

As I listen to whispers trapped in my tears
I'm haunted by regret
A shadow that's followed me all of my years
Making sure I never forget

Time has recorded the mistakes I've made
And stores them in the past
Long and winding, the path that I've laid
I didn't expect it to last

Twisted and broken as days pass me by
Time will never relent
Uncertain, disheartened, as tomorrow draws nigh
I fear it's too late to repent

I see the world with a reprobate mind
Confused in all that I see
Today is so clear but my future is blind
Whatever will be, will be

Forever I'm tied to the path that I chose
Be it Heaven or be it hell
Will tomorrow bring judgement? nobody knows
It's still too early to tell

Though now I lay you down to sleep
I won't be sad, I will not weep
If the pain I feel shall never cease
The love we had will bring me peace

I'll count the memories day by day
Until I too shall pass away
Life's a vapour, a momentary mist
A distant echo the wind has kissed

You're the blessing that grew a smile
But now you walk your final mile
And though we pause the life we've known
Be not afraid, you're not alone

Tears were made to reflect the pain
The reflection fades, but not the stain
And though you're in a better place
This road is rough that I must face

You've heard the words by our dear Lord
"Child enter in to your reward"
So look for me, for in only a while
I too will walk my final mile

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
Her scars are there but never show
She carries them deep inside

He calls her stupid, a worthless girl
It's been that way for years
Some nights she cries herself to sleep
While drowning in her tears

Her self-esteem is all but gone
He's stripped her of her shame
Keeping her an empty shell
Her soul now broken and maim

And though he's never raised his hand
His abuse is easy to find
She sees the world with hollow eyes
As he tries to control her mind

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
What we see is all that's left
For a piece of her has died

I was going to write a sad poem
But my nephew shot himself
So I'll guess I'll wait 'til later
And I put it on the shelf

I finally took it down today
But before I started to write
I got a call from a friend of mine
His daughter died last night

So on the shelf it went once more
To wait 'til grief has passed
Again I took the paper down
To write my sorrow at last

But as my muse began to cry
A knock came at my door
A neighbor came to me in tears
Her husband killed in the war

I never wrote that sad poem
It sits upon the shelf
Sadness needs no poet at all
It somehow writes itself

I planted a rose in the garden today
Its petals were tired and worn
My beautiful rose has seen better days
But today it will cause me to mourn

Wrinkled an wilted its stem can't stand
I carried it where ever I went
The sun gave it strength and the rain gave it joy
Though its better days were already spent

Its beauty and grace were unmatched in its day
People couldn't help but stare
It held to my hand every where I'd go
There was nothing that we didn't share

All the other flowers couldn't get my attention
No matter how hard they tried
For my eyes were made to look at my rose
Rose is the name of my bride

I planted a rose in the garden today
Its petals were tired and worn
My beautiful rose has seen better days
But today it will cause me to mourn

It happen one snowy Christmas eve
The snow was too heavy for flight
So Santa and those eight tiny reindeer
Were stranded with me for the night

After hot chocolate we all went to sleep
With them on my living room floor
The reindeer kept tossing and turning
And all Santa could do was snore

Well, I woke up in the middle of the night
And those reindeer were all in my bed
Comet and Cupid were holding me tight
And Prancer was kissing my head

Then in a flash the room went dark
And in the corner, a tiny elf appears
Believe it or not on top of his head
He had one of my wife's brassieres

I got out of bed to find old Santa
I was hoping he might have an answer
I found him soaking in my garden tub
Where he was taking a bath with Dancer

So I hurried back to the bedroom
But my wife was no where in sight
I found her in the kitchen playing spin the bottle
And that elf said she's mine for the night

Well that did it, I finally lost my temper
I started screaming for them to get out
Santa says, "We can't leave, my clothes aren't dry"
And that's when I started to shout

He pointed to my fireplace mantle
And my stockings were no longer there
For hanging on the nail, still dripping wet
Was Santa's long john underwear

I ran to the bedroom for my rifle
But when I returned they were already gone
My house was a wreck and that elf stole my wife
So I burned Santa's ****** 'til dawn

I sometimes hide inside myself
A place where no one sees
An empty wrong looking for right
Among a barren disease

I ***** my soul to feel alive
It brings no pain nor tears
An indifferent stain, out of touch
It's been this way for years

No echos feed my screams for help
For emotion is just a lie
I see the world in black and black
My eyes, too dead to cry

The smile I wear is my disguise
Although it's never real
It lets me hide the emptiness
And the darkness I conceal

I sometimes hide inside myself
Thank God that you're not there
For you feel pain, joy and love
But I simply cannot care

I am the king of a kingdom called hell
And you have become my queen
We rule the lands of Heartache and Spite
And everything in-between

Our castle is guarded by misery's knights
Surrounded by a moat full of tears
A dragon called Lust invades your heart
An enemy I've fought for years

Yet I fight with all of my strength
To defend the innocence of Trust
The harder I fight, the weaker I grow
I fear I'm defeated by Lust

Broken Promises break down the walls
With a word I cannot defend
Someone else has stolen your heart
And now you call me your friend

He's captured your heart, our kingdom is lost
For the walls have crumbled and fell
I'm just a king without you as my queen
Trapped in this kingdom of hell

I wander through a land of pain
Not knowing where it leads
Facing things I can't explain
My soul so torn it bleeds

While trying to make excuses
To justify my need
I find no satisfaction
No one to intercede

My prayer becomes an empty mist
A vapor, nothing real
No words were ever written
To describe the way I feel

Even my reflection screams
My glass dreams start to break
I cannot find a purpose here
My life, a mere mistake

Death is still a mystery
He will not look my way
Unless this life is truly death
I'll die some more today

Who shall lament at my demise
When this world below I leave?
Who bears proof with blood-shot eyes?
Will one among you grieve?

Who will stand when I cannot
To trumpet deeds I've done?
Am I the one that time forgot
The name that people shun?

Who will walk me to my grave
And mark the place I lay?
Will one step forth, he who's brave
One strong enough to pray?

The seeds I've sown have fell in vain
For the darkness steals the light
They'll simply say, "He was insane"
Because of things I write

If not one tear shall fall for me
The world will one day know
I need not your sympathy
For I am Edgar Allen Poe

I can no longer think, eat or sleep
Even my thoughts seem to stutter
Captivated by your radiant smile
And by every word you utter

I'm trapped by my wishful thinking
Wishing you will someday be mine
I see visions of happy endings
That were formed by Heaven's design

My love for you is now malignant
Growing stronger each waking day
I no longer have a sense of direction
Your perfection causes my reason to stray

The person I was has somehow vanished
Tomorrow's become where ever you lead
My wants and desires have all disappeared
And filled with this thing that I need

I'm lost in a world that no longer matters
And this is my heart's true confession
I'm not me and you're not you
You're simply my heart's obsession

I'd build the world's longest bridge
Just to reach your heart
For there's nothing in this whole wide world
That can keep our love apart

I'd build the world's tallest tower
Just to look in your eyes
I would climb all day 'til the sun goes down
And the moon begins to rise

I'd walk until there's no more road
Just to see your smile
I would walk all day 'til my shoes were worn
And cherish every mile

I would sail the oceans far and wide
Just to enjoy your smell
Your perfume guides me day and night
Your love will be my sail

Now I'm trying to make it to Heaven
You went so far away
I'll walk the straight and narrow path
'Til we meet again some day

My passion has become my pain
I ache to hold you tight
My days are long, no longer short
And lonely is my night

When you're not here my heart will break
It's mended by your touch
They say it's the way it's supposed to be
But I miss you way too much

I'm crippled when you say good bye
And seal it with a kiss
It reminds me of the things I've lost
And what I'm going to miss

I didn't know that love could hurt
But I guess it always will
A two way street that's good and bad
One we all must feel

My passion has become my pain
Divided by a line
The only peace that makes it right
Is knowing you are mine

Two strangers meet and fall in love
The way it's meant to be
Their love is pure and meant to last
As anyone can see

They start a family like lovers do
Two kids and brand new house
They fight the world to make it better
This husband and his spouse

They both attend the PTA
Their football games and such
They always do the best they can
But soon it becomes too much

The world keeps getting heavier
And they start to grow apart
Then distance sets up residence
Inside the lover's hearts

Then inside an empty courtroom
Custody becomes complete
Now on every other weekend
Is where two strangers meet

At three in the morning she turns on the light
While clutching her teddy bear
She runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing she's safe in there

Her pillow is tucked beneath her arm
As she silently starts to weep
She whispers to Teddy, she'll keep him from harm
A promise, she can't possibly keep

Night after night for sixteen years
Her closet becomes her bed
Her nightmare comes true, it brings her to tears
As she finds her poor mother dead

She's all grown up with a son of her own
Married to the love of her life
But bound to repeat the seeds that were sown
She becomes the next battered wife

At three in the morning he turns on the light
While clutching his teddy bear
He runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing he's safe in there.