The flowers are greeting me and wishing me the best
The little birds are chirping me “goodbye” up in their nest
My teacher just the day before had quizzed me my last test
I wont be coming home tonight, for i've been laid to rest

Look off into the distance from a quiet library
Peer outside the window, and let your thoughts fly free
Look past the horizon, and you will truly see
How beautiful and wonderful that great big world will be
Then go down to the river, where once, there sat, just me,
And listen to the birds that chirp their tranquil melody
Then go home to your lover, and drink your herbal tea
And when you go to bed at night, you’ll finally be at peace

My lovely voice can carry, and carry it will
For her voice is scary, and hateful, and shrill
I’ll protect humanity with sounds so pleasant
And drown out her screaming; like a dying pheasant
And i’ll be the hero, and i’ll have the fame
And she’ll go down in history as a woman with no name

Don't give us those puppy dog eyes
We gave you three chances to love us
Don't try to oppress us guys with your fake drawn out dumb love
We are but defenders from your syrin ways
So leave us before you get hurt
We’ll win this battle anyway
We won’t give in this time, or turn

Color isn't often defined by its being
Its defined by its number one object
Yellow can't be but a gold ring
And grey can't be but a rock yet
Grass is green, and green are trees
And visa-versa can be applied to these
But you can't draw a picture with a tree or a ring
You draw it with your soul
So if you ask what color means
To tell you that is my goal
Color is your soul

Running at night
With a full moonlight
Its peaceful and bright
But ends with spite
Jogging toward the evening star
Much more tranquil than using a car
But when you get home
With no where to roam
The morning will come too
And with that, the death of you
Then the eve comes again
And you rejoin your fellow friends
And then you are revived again
And then you live your lives as human

A highway is a path like any other
Don't you know?
A path that you can share with another
Down the road
I will share my path as a highway
For the many
I will share my poems because I think that
I am ready

Love and death go hand in hand
They are but rewards to me as a man
I wish for death and i wish for love
And when i am done to be placed up above

You can't “learn” wisdom
As you can't “avoid” death
You can be smart and think hard
But you will eventually be laid to rest

Be a humble spirit
And one day you will find
That being humble and accepting
Will help make up your mind
Only you can defeat your pride
Only you can be the bigger man
And then one day you’ll find a bride
And with that, a helping hand

I wish my poetry to always be simple
I wish for it to be easy to read
But my passion burns too brightly
To express everything with simplicity and heed
I want the world throughout the ages to understand my dismay
I want the people of all types and sizes to contemplate away
I wish my passion to be comprehended
I wish every human to be exposed
But i don't with my poetry to be amended
Or the same fate for my prose

I read her prose about love and what not
And yet what goes through my mind is but a thought
Love is not sacrifice like she says on the page
It is not giving up because you can not be engaged
Love is being whole with someone so close
It is being friendly and being a good host
Its sharing your stories and praising her name
Critically judging as she’ll do the same
But you're both better for “it”
And “it” will be missed

Don't stop now, you’re making good progress
History is being made
Please don't stop, wow, it is a lot of stress, yea
But think of the glory and fame
Carry on child, though your path be harsh
And your life be filled with pain
Carry through the wild, you are a shooting star
And you have a lot to gain

Nature salutes me on the front line
Fighting the good fight with poetry sublime
Planting kindness into dark hearts
Preaching my morals is just the start
I will write of the trees, and flowers, and bee’s
I will write of the life, and struggle, and strife
I will write of the role in my poetic lead
I will write of my love and her need to be free
But i am not bias against misery and death
I will write of the soldiers whose fate is met
While i am wise, they give their lives
For freedom and honor and sacrifice

Its loud in here and my mind is failing
No matter the cheer, my body is bailing
I can't stand the noise, and i can't stand the crowd
It wasn't my choice and i am not proud
I'm wishing for peace and solitude too
But i’ll only receive loud noises from you

Sing to me but make it sweet
Verse one, then chorus, then repeat
Sing to me a beautiful sound
Verse two, then chorus, then back around
Sing to me your melody
Verse three, then chorus, and back to the beginning

Listen… can't you hear it?
The song in the back of your head!
Listen… can’t you hear it?
Those melodic sounds aren't dead!
Look… can't you see it?
The love once felt, not lost!
Look… can’t you see it?
She is not completely gone!

I've been with her
And i've been away
It always feels quicker
When its always the same
Nothing has changed
And nothing ever will
She was once a young lover
And lives on in my little girl

Secrets can't be kept forever
They’ll one day soon escape
The poetry of a widowed lover
May be freed from its closed cage
And i will cease to beg and plead for moral inspiration
And she will cease to oppress me
And my quest for emotional station

Dont lift a finger to help your adversary
See where this doctrine will get you
Your enemy will only assist you rarely
So why should you ever assist them too?
Because he as a man (or herself a woman)
Does not hate you so much
That he, or she, is willing to pound his or her humanity into the dust

Show me a word that explains how i feel
Is it guilt, or love, or sorrow, or nil?
Show me an emotion to guide me through life
Whether it be peace, or passion, or pride
Show me a moral i can understand
Be it of religion, or of my fellow man
And then show me death, show me closure, let me reap
But send me not to heaven, nor down into the deep
Send me to sleep

Don't ever get emotional
Don't try to be mature
Try to stay a child for as long as you can endure
Surrender yourself to innocence
Be a playful soul
Try to stay a child for adulthood takes its toll
Be friendly, but be shy
Be arrogant, but be blissful
Try to stay a child for your friends will love you more so

Dont keep track of debts or dues
Let live your life of love
Pardon your pride and passion too
And admire what comes from above

Failure is my teacher
And success, my graduation
Love does not come from above
It comes from determination
Persistence and passion will rebel
Redemption will be mine
I will no longer accept to fail
My restitution will be sublime

Forgive yourself, even when they won't
For they dont always understand
When words are tossed about like stones
And you don't know if you can
When lies are spread like a wild fire
When your friends are blinded by fear
Even when you’re indescribably tired
And you can even manage a tear
Forgive yourself, Even when they don't
Your old life will be back soon
Nothing is unforgivable
Oh! And be humble and righteous too!

Righteousness won't always be there
Anger will stay true
Sometimes love can't be repaired
No matter what, just learn to be you
One day when you're old and gray
And your life is at a close
Your memories will toss out the day
You left her in the cold

Its not about love, its not about life
Its not about death or sacrifice
Its not about fortune, its not about fame
Its not about glory or spreading my name
Its not about honor, Its not about peace
Its not about fighting or any of these
Its about being righteous
And righteous i'll be

They talk of the power dred has over beauty
They never seem to mention the clouds
They talk of the fire, the death, and the fury
But never of songs or sounds
Thy talk of the battles they've lost against evil
They talk of their fallen companions
I will talk of the ocean and stars
And all of the comforts that command them

Always a gentlemen
Never a ****
Don't lie, Dont cheat
And don't ever hurt
Fight the temptation
Refuse that desire
Don't be the spark that causes the fire
Speak with ones actions
Fight with one's words
So your characters known
As a man to be heard

The evening shall lay waste to the day
As it retreats over the horizon
The day shall counter strike its way
Up unto the morning
And i'll be waiting and watching as i do
For the end to the neverending feud
And the beginning of true solitude

I've hurt her once more
Insulted her name
Don't know what for
Its shattered my brain
Redemption will follow
She won't be upset
My pride will be swallowed
Apologies met

Envy can tear at me, from dawn unto dusk
But my passion can conquer that unrighteous lust
Yet love may be my enemy still,
For there is nothing righteous about abandoning free will.

When you read it so often
It’s inscribed into your soul
Maybe its time that its story be told
Start from the start
End at the end
Share it with your fellow men
And they’ll hear it too
And they’ll pass it on
So that all of the world can hear its sweet song

Let her go for she will not budge
She’s not ready for your love
Leave her behind and one day you’ll find
She’ll be missing your affection

Don't always write of love young poet
Don’t always write of peace
Don’t always write of death young poet
Or miseries of melodies.
Write of what you hear young poet
Write of what you see
Good or bad or evil or empty
Share your thoughts with eternity

Flood my emotions with love and fear
And jealousy will arise.
Flood them instead with joy and cheer
And happiness will arrive.
Fill my mind with endless philosophy
And i can see through my pride
Fill my pages with poetry
And literature will be my bride

She doesn't know what's good for her
A slave to her emotions
She hides away in mental torcher
Free from all devotion
She flirts and giggles
But i can see
That my love is in pain
I will guide her with my poetry
I would not have loved in vain

She can oppress my devoted affection
She can scorn when i show her love,
She can see through my hopeless intention
She knows what sins i’m made of
She can reject me when i woo
She can show me out the door
And again i know what i must do
And i again, will love her forevermore

The wind can whisper
The day can sing
The night can whimper and call for my name
The ocean can taunt me
And taunt me it shall
For the sun can coax me to the light of free will

Falling into oblivion
The nothingness feels nice
Knowing one day i won’t care
Gives me sweet delight

Peace and quiet can be a storm
I’ve seen it once or twice
The raging winds of solitude
The stillness, cold as ice
Raining emptiness into my head
And flooding it with despair
I once welcomed tranquility
And now…
I dont even dare

The drug of trust
Is but one, drug i don't desire
The drug of passion
I will let burn
In my heart, like fire

The sky and the sea,
The stars and the trees,
The rain and the sweet melodies,
I love and cherish all these components
That give me sweet dreams and peace

Some fight for freedom
Some fight for fame
Some fight to oppress the weak
Some fight cause their insane
Some go down with courage
Some go down with fear
Some have gone down because they've given up
Some have gone down right here

Dawn is to dusk
How i may be with my love
I doth not wait for her
Dare i say i move on?
I maybe going nowhere
But she moves much too fast
I may think to quicken my tempo
Where she will only crash

Revive me when i send for hell
I don't deserve this hate
I'm capable of good as well
Please i must be saved
Hear me and my Scornful cry
I dont deserve to die…

Don't scorn them when they call for blood
For they don't know any better
Let them live their pitiful lives
With a dark and hateful center
Cherish them as you would a child
For they cannot be helped
Give them pity and give them peace
And be your righteous self

A gazel will jump from danger
Into the cold hands of death and injury
Just as a human will jump at the chance
To prove his friends wrong

Not enough pipers, not enough poets
Too many criminals, and all of us know it
To many insults and too many stresses
Not enough laughter to end each our days with
Too many break ups, not enough kisses
And not enough time left to declare her my misses

Theives dont ask for forgiveness,
They take it with pity
And sell it for a steep price, Usually solitude