And my kingdom has fallen too,  
though I tried so hard to save its glory.  
All the gods and goddesses I served  
are upset with me. I'm so sorry.  

I could easily rise above the ground,  
if I only wanted to—I was so strong.  
But I've lost again what I once found,  
They were right, and I was wrong.  

Look at us; we are running away  
from the country that used to be our home.  
I never thought I could betray  
my own land, my own people, my soul.  

It's too late to sit and whine;  
it's too late to seek any forgiveness.  
Too late to turn back the hands of time.  
I'm the killer, the victim, and the witness.  

I could run, join them, and disappear,  
leaving cities of ruins behind.  
But I'll stay here; that's all I can do.  
I'll stay here and admit my crime.

Go, my weary soul, go and rest
Go, my saddened thoughts, go to bed
Close your eyes for a minute or two
Calm your heart that drowns in blue
Go, my lost friend, and look upon the crying skies
Go, my lost god, and find the missing stars by night
Walk one more step along the journey with the weight you have carried
Set your eyes for the treasure, all the memories you have buried
So go, my lovely dear, go and rest
Go, one last time, before goodbye and make do of the best

there is a place
there is a place
there is a place for this
and it's secure in my chest
bigger than my heart
more like my soul
there's a place for this
music

Can’t catch the birds when they fly so high
You can’t see the world with tears in your eyes
You have to put your feet on the ground
To get your head in the clouds to look around
And you will never know unless you try

Now you might think you are above it all
Just before you take that call
But when you pick it up and say hello
You’ll be the one that has to go
And there will be no time left to stall

Right about then you’ll see the flashing lights
You can forget about all those lonely nights
You’ll be left with all you got
What you have and what you have not
And there will nobody cheering on your fights

When it’s all been said and done
You won’t be having any fun
You won’t get a second chance
You’ll be the victim of your own circumstance
And suddenly you’ll find out you’re not the one

When you finally come to realize
You’re seen through someone else’s eyes
You’re never as good as you thought
Can’t get to Heaven with what you bought
And you’re going to have to pay for all those lies

You’ll have to do some real explaining
Stop whining and stop complaining
Tell the truth to be forgiven
Admit the sins you’ve been living
And after that, in the Heavens will you remain
5/10/05

sometimes
it isn't enough
to just hug
or have my hand be held
in some sweet way.

i need you to hold me
like you mean it,
as though our souls
could actually
intertwine.

that's when it would
be more than enough.

She asked me, how would you like your coffee?

I answered:
Black — two spoons, two sugars, please.

She smiled, a smirk dancing on her lips.

I confessed:
Once a fool told me,
“Black makes a man good in bed.”
Time proved it nothing but a myth.

So, dear,
let the sugars remain
to sweeten a man’s heart
and soul.