Victories lead us into being selfish, hoarding over man's precious jewels
Never to know true happiness, an emotion to which we must abide
Their anger swells to an incredible feat, leaving nothing but pools
Of spilled agony, the bodies of their victim's prowess and pride

Defeats diminish our worth, but still there are those who continue to climb
They will find true enlightenment, and it will  burn into their soul, their core
Leaving behind those who choose to fall, who will never learn through time
Faith is required, to reveal life's true ecstacy, and discover forever more

Lying in the dead center, where the heat emanates the fiercest, is but one entity
It marks the beginning of time, and the end of the universe, but none shall know
Of it's beauty, for they are blinded with rage and deceit, full of mortal impurity
To train a mortal's eye to see the truth, it's impossible, they cannot see this show

Those that fight by raining fire, are sadly, more triumphant than those who fight
With intellect. But knowing that power combined with greed create such a creature
Who cannot digest the responsibility of a king. Such ends their frivolous might
Their prowess declining at an alarming rate, they are doomed to have no future

You are the rock stuck inside of  my sock.

You are drying off naturally after the longest shower in history, because you forgot the towel.

Like the string that is hanging off of my sweater.  I keep tugging it and

pretty soon it is short enough for July weather.

The person using the car horn instead of ringing a door bell.

The low battery symbol on my cell.

Pungent perfume from a co-worker, the grossest smell.

The **** that asks for the red piece from your package of sweets.

The friend who cancels five minutes before every time you meet.

The rap artist that thanks God when he wins an award, even though his

songs are just about killing.

Medical technicians milling about when your arm really is broken.

The chapstick left in the pocket when the clothes are in a dryer.

Dress pants for work that are so tight, you feel you must be riding a wire.

The friend's children that you think are rude,

Unexpected company when you and your lover were getting in the mood.

But I guess it is just easier to say, I just don't have a good attitude.

When you've drawn a line in the sand
As a point of no return
Do not ever cross this line
Unless you think you'll like the burn

There's obsession deep in this dance
Moving back and forth
Taking blows from every side
From an unseen force

The mind cries out to get a grip
But the heart is in command
Losing ground with every step
As it makes demands

What you will and what you won't
They are not the same
As what you do and what you don't
When it calls your name

You back it up and take it down
Find you're in a bind
As you go forth and give it all
When your heart can't find its mind

887

We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer—
Till it an Antique fashion shows—
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.