Surrender now for you are not well
you are outnumbered and surrounded by hell

If you don't give, then you will die
alone, and afraid, in the cold, cold night

but don't blame circumstance
for this is your chance

to show what you made of
(please take a stand)

Glory is immortality
under a different name
An eternity of being loved
An eternity of fame

I just cried like I've never cried before
I screemed and balled my eyes out and shouted curses to the heavens
As my mother held me close
And told me it's okay
I burned my eyelids with tears and busted my ear drums
Coming from a man who can't cry...
I cried like I was gonna die

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

I love you
Forever,
All at once
And
All at once,
Forever

In the days where life is given to those,whose minds are yet unobstructed
birth takes place
in the days where lives are lost in a futile expression of man
war takes place
in the days where lips exchange touch, and bonds are given to the worthy
love takes place
in the days where words betray friends, the world listens for imperfection
a secret takes place
in the days where great toils mount great misfortune
poverty takes place
and in the days where i look, for us all, the unbiased reality of man
truth takes place

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

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

An idea is very powerful
It never stays the same
It grows til it can grow no more
Then discharges like rain

An idea is not eternal
For some ideas expire
The ones that dont grow more still...
And spread like wild fires

An idea can change the world
For better, or for worse
A chain reaction follows them
Wherever they go first

The place where ideas show up last
Mostly get credit or blame
Good and evil are ideas too
Yet we use them all the same

So ideas give purpose to mankind
No matter what, the're free
They can be either good or bad
Like the nature of humanity

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

Silent and incomprehensable
Unestablished justification
And inconsistant affection

These are the toils that weigh
Upon the heart of my silent,
Beautiful, graceful,
Lovely lamb

And its all my fault
And i can express no greater emotion
Than greif toward such ill occasion
And love
Toward my perfect lamb

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

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

Lay me down when i bite the dust
But not in a coffin, that is a must
Plant a redwood sapling on me
And ill grow into a redwood tree
For i'm not religious, but this i believe
Will bring me happiness, when i cease to be.

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

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

Sadness is a beating heart
It allows you to feel, but is only one part
Depression won't ever go away
Its the lungs and the liver, and it has to stay
And there is no cure for parts of you
All you can do is sit there and be blue
But you won't be alone when you tell your tale
I will sit beside you until your organs fail

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

when i take a lady out to drink
i don't want to see a drunk
i'd rather see a lady
that knows how to have fun

when i lay down with a lady
under beautiful glistening stars
id rather watch her twirl her hair
then shake her...you know...knockers

when i kiss a lady on the lips
id rather see her smile
then put on a **** outfit
and show me she gets wild

but when i show a lady how i love
theres only one reaction i get
and that is that she always shows me
shes got spirit with a kiss

I’m fearful that i’ll lose my way
I can’t be forsaken again
I want to banish my tears away
And be a righteous man
When all the words i have to spare
Are not enough for forgiveness
I will stay here if i dare
And my sorrow will decay with swiftness

There are so many lives and so many stories
so many ways in which you could die for glory
so many kisses and so many stars
so many ways in life to discover who you are
there are so many accomplishments, and yet it remains to see
if you can truly love the life you live
or if your not the person you think you should be

Just over the horizon
My beautiful angel sleeps
With tears of fear,
A heart thats torn,
And a mind thats filled with greif

Just over the horizon
She waits for me once more
And i promise ill see her soon again
And our love will forever soar

Wait for my love my darling

I really cant say exactly how long its been
no i really cant say, since i've seen a good man
humanities infected with power and greed
we want a lot of things, but there's a million more we need
we need a cup of love, and that much is for sure
we need a righteous heart, for there's not much we can endure
we need a little sympathy for those of us in pain
we need a little empathy for those that are insane
we always want more money, but that can be dismissed
one day when we conquer greed, we may finally have...
Freindship

The rythem has awoken
The rymes...yet to be spoken
When the thought returns to me
Under the blessing of my liberty

a shadow has returned
Upon my mind to make it burn
A love thats lost, once so soft
Has struke my heart in turn

A life i had forgoten...
Long ago upon a day
When nothing ever made me happy
Where nothing went my way

When a little light upon the dark
Stained my life, i had to start
To think that life
Is worth living

And ever since the stain has gone
Searched have i
To write a wrong
But yet not to an avail

My life is one big fail

Half are educated, but not the poet
The poet spent too much time in his passion
And yet, he is wiser than an owl
Why is that?
Is it his philosophy that drives him to ask why? and how?
No, it is his will to accept whatever lies ahead
And paint that on a page with his words, and his soul
And help you to be a poet

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

Love...
pretty simple title right?
like THAT'S never been used before, right?
well it hasn't actually
because my love has a different definition
than any word YOU have ever read
MY love cant be described by words
which makes the title unreadable
UNsimple...
the most i can do to describe it is this...
"Annie"

Religion is a tool of man
But this i think you understand
God may be a memory
If mankind would only flee
And then his wrath would not exist
Religion is but a closed fist
Its been useful to us thus far
But now Allah wants us to spar
If we quit while we’re ahead
Maybe we won't all end up dead
But for those with faith stronger than an ox
To you, i salute thee, but also throw rocks
For now you have a choice to make
Do to this, mankind could break
You can worship your gods and cows
Or join me, and in human kind,
Be proud

You cant always win, you wont always lose
and yea, sometimes throughout your life, you may feel the blues
but listen to my words as i write them on the page
one day you will find your passion, and maybe be engaged
happiness is coming fast, joy may be arriving soon
love your life a little more, and it may already be upon you

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

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

Give me your left hand my love
And we’ll stowe away from here
And by the time your father comes
His grandchild, you will bear
And i will stand by you my love
Even when this day is done
And ill die with you my love
When our time has come

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

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!

Thinking about suicide
It seams its all not real
The thoughts that infest my swollen mind...the sadness that they feel

A broken heart where none belongs
A tearful eye can see
That this pain has already killed inside, and as death is yet to be...

So much pain and so much hurt
Its all my fault, i acted first
And apeared before a saint
Who looked down on me with strain

Thinking about suicide
Thoughts have never been...
Not since i was 5 years old...
"It is a mortal sin"

When i made a solumn pact
On those thoughts, i would never act
Nothing is ever clear to see
Nothing is a fact

My soul does not belong to god
Nor will it go to hell,
I will keep my soul my own
For eternity by myself,
For if a heavenly light should call
And beckon me to a door,
I will close my eyes on earth
And fall asleep forevermore,
My life serves very well insane
And so, insane i am
Heaven cannot cure my mind
Without making me a different man,
And with no hardship, with no war
And with no famine, or flaws,
A few short years in paradise
And my character will be gone

When i think of the memories
Tears stream down my face
"We are always going to remember this moment"
As we kiss by the road
Out past my drive way
On a biking trail that we once road across 3 miles in either direction
When i think of the memories
My heart decays just a lil on the inside
Knowing that i wont be able to cash in those memories again...for 2 years
4 times the length of the time that i was with my heart, my soul, my meant-to-be bride
Its going to be a long, lonely road...

Just like my childhood

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

I never understood
Why a person would deliberatly harm theirself
Or why they would put up with an abusive relationship that is so extreme that it results in injuries
I never understood why someone would defy the undefyable rule of life, to end their life, which goes against every law of nature
Why would someone **** themself?

...but now i understand...
They would put up with the abuse because they think maybe, just maybe, if i hurt, then he or she doesnt have to...maybe if i take the pain, then my love can live in peace

They cut because it allows them to feel, when everything has gone wrong and the mind has gone numb from the constant heartache, the cut will still throb, and the scars will stay, and always remind you that it was worse at some point...it must have been...

And then their is the unbreakable...broken law...suicide
Suicide is seen as a last resort
In a world where everything amd everyone is against you

And i finally understand
Why these forbidden lawless laws
Inhumanitarian to the very core...
Protrude far from simple imagination, and out into the world

Because hope is bitter sweet
And some people prefer sour

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

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

I saw her sitting there
On the porch beside the stairs
And although she didn't move
I could tell she saw me too
She saw my will, my courage, and strength
She saw the way that i would wait
She saw my flaws, i’d been through hell
But i knew her only all too well
I knew she had faced hardship at youth
I too knew she was hurt, felt blue
I knew she was too hurt to cry
And for that, i knew, she wished she could die
But i will stay, and be her family
For my name is william, and william loves annie

When the widow's brow breaks
and the sealed fate shakes
and the wind whispers tranquility no more

when the fathers soul fly's
free from earthly binds
and the children are left alone

the prayer of mother will stay strong

i see the little fish
thier gills, shining in the water
the mino’s and the baby seals
the penguins and the otters
i see the little minos
so hopeless in the water
surely they will never be
an adult or a father
yet, i keep coming back again
and surely, their they are
determination stronger than man
i know they'll make it far
i wish i was a mino,
a little mino in the water