A red crow came to visit today
He asked for which treasure I seek
I told him Walton's Gold, buried a few clicks past the creek
His eyes were void and he spoke real low: be careful for which you say

I scurried him away and proceeded down the worn out mountain path
An eagle landed on a tree stump and told me to turn back
While I appreciated the laugh, I continued along with his feathers on my back
When I reached the creek, only then did I understand the eagles wrath

A man stood tall with a suit of white
He said "I'll give you all the gold in this clay, if you can answer one question for me today"
I asked for what he had to say
he said "how many times have you seen a crow and an eagle fight?"

A blue crow came to visit today
He asked for which treasure I seek
I told him Rudford's Gold, buried a few clicks past the creek
His eyes were void and he spoke real low: be careful for which you say

The fire's burning higher, fulfilling all of my desires
Men kneel before me, asking for my commands
They stand before me now as soldiers, seizing the neighboring lands
As I sit upon my throne, gazing upon the world
Everything in my sight is mine
All I had to do was leave my old life behind
For the trade was simple: a soul for a soul
Little did he know, I had already made a deal
Earth is mine for a certain amount of time, like water in a bowl
Upstairs they gave me a coin called the doulip
Enchanted with enough power to perform a soul steal
My purpose unknown but my life's work has just begun

I was late buying gifts this year
So I put on my coat faced the chilly wind throughout the busy street
Shops on every corner were stocked with sales, but I couldn't help notice the smaller family who held nothing but a tear
This year has been ******* everyone, but for them they looked tore down a bit

Yet through all this it was their little one who would say Merry Christmas to those passing by with a bright smile
For the little one did not see the sadness in his parents eyes, but only the joy in their hearts
At the same time there were still those who came by and judged them, treated them like they were on trial
I stood back and stared, how could we truly be this far in despair, my warm spirt left with nowhere left to start

Further down the cold road, I saw a man stealing food outside the shop a child sat
Clueless to the world around, just happy to spend Christmas with his dad
On the way home, a woman walked barefooted as other passed she seemed so pitiful and sad
Though not one person stopped, she kept walking and still held a smile of gratitude

When I reached home, I sat in my chair and thought of what to say
For I do wish my wife could have a pair of shoes on Christmas day
I wish the kids could see a bright tree with presents and toys
This year may be heard, but it's a little better knowing we can still celbrtate the lord and all his joy

While walking through the tress one day
I stopped and wondered of life before
How little and close everything was to the core
And how precious words were to the say

Now it's lies that prevail
Truth is buried down below
Dreams die, just as rivers flow
But perhaps the worst is the ones we lose along the trail

Yes, I find many lost souls
My discoveries let them live, how they should be: FREE
For the old cliché, even the blind see
While the ones who stay, search for the loopholes

In reality we're all just trying to buy time
The ones who can't, say life's not fair
The others, well they don't really care
And me, Well I just do anything to make me feel fine

I stopped by an old candy store the other day
The same one my parents took me to when I was a kid
Old man Joe still recognized me as the lad who bailed his hay
We chatted for a little and then he asked for some help unloading a skid

His daughter Tracy of whom I went to school with was already in the back there
She was complaining about how her dad should get new candy to fill all the empty beams
I stayed for another hour or so, we cached up as old friends do, she told me her dreams of being the mayor of our little town. Before I left her Dad asked us what kind of new candy he should get.
Without hesitation we both grinned and shouted Jellybeans.

Something that day must have created a spark, because ever since then I held her close to my heart
A few years later, we had our wedding at the old store, we even ran away after on a horse.
Who could of known a place like this, could leave such a big mark
Perhaps the best part was being asked what he had for dessert, we both smiled said Jellybeans of course.

Today she lives her dreams as mayor, while I run Grandpa Joe's candy store.
We expanded a little and even took up a space for ice cream
We have one on the way and another who just turned four
And although Tracy can't help too much anymore, I have help from our little one, of whom we call Jellybean

I would like to take a moment to think about the present
To not look forward nor behind
But to enjoy the sunrise and the moons crescent
To see my life's shadow on those who are blind

In this world people make the past present
They scorn with hatred, please with evil
They move any way the choose, treating those of the world as peasants
Those who strike out against, are also strike down until they are weak and feeble

At the same time, there are imaginaries who wish to leave their problems behind
To step on a new earth, where nothing but greatness awaits
They ignore those around them in search of a new find
Through all the loneliness, all they discover is that they fell for the bait

When the two worlds collide, division is created
Yes far more than right or wrong and left or right
What is left is a society without purpose, one that's tainted
While the winner continues ruling with might

The ones they can't touch, are the one who live for today
Those who make the most out of day to night
Who focus on who they are, rather than what they have to say
For they are theones who keep the world shining bright

My friend fly's through the sky
He wears a coat of brown
Sometimes he's gone for awhile, but I never question why
Other times I'll see him right in the middle of town

I do admit I am jealous
For no creature of ours have felt such freedom
He does teach a lesson, that all life is precious
But I'd bet anyone would still pay to be him

Soaring through the skies not a care to think
Drifting to wherever and whenever
Flying so fast you don't have time to blink
And moving away when the leaves turn a golden heather

Maybe the lesson to be learned is the ones he leaves behind
Or on the way back getting lost
Or maybe it's that we don't have much time
I guess the lesson is to live free no matter the cost

I see the flames and hear the echos
Ghosts of the past, now rendered gone
The walls crumbled down, the foundation cracked
They say a man died, maybe there were more
For I don't think they were counting souls
They ask who's to blame for this failure of a gecko
Only looking for answers fast, trying to make a discovery before the dawn
The only evidence left is a crown, for nothing else can be tracked
And yes a man did fry, but it was for the untold lore
This case is a mystery, one that will surely turn men into Ghouls

On a train bound for Kentucky Bourbon
Sat a preacher, a ******, and a business man
The ****** on his way to see the sand
The preacher prepares for his next sermon

The young ****** approached the man in the suit
He said this may sound crazy, but you look just like my dad
The man asked him to take a seat and talk about his roots
Young ****** told his story, he wound up in many places he believed were good, but ended up bad

As the night progressed the two shard a coherent bond
While in the back the preacher continued praying
Hours later the ****** woke up to the business man, who was unable to respond
They soon arrived to the town and it began to pour down raining

The preacher walked past the business man and the ****** said "father aren't you going to bless this man"
The preacher took a step back as if the ****** had lost his mind
The ****** still confused as to why the preacher wanted to leave the man behind
The preacher said "Son, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but no one else was in the van"

The ****** saw the sign Sunnyside Rehabilitation Center and he knew the preacher was never a preacher, and the business man was never in the van

I met a man the other day
He was homeless, wore down, and his head full of gray
I asked his story, he responded saying there's no sob here
just a life of brokenness pain and sorrow
He said " Son I've crossed the world n back, killed men for a better tomorrow. But behind all that is where I hid way beneath my flask. My daddy fought in the world war and I in 1967, fought my way to sergeant of platoon Echo Gulf Eleven. I was there the day Kennedy died and yes many of us did indeed cry. War damages us, breaks and tears your soul, it's not till you're back home you realize the real fight is here. Brother's and sisters fighting in the streets, I would rather spend my time here then laying in cozy sheets".
It's been 5 years since that day, since then I gave the man a place to stay, he found his purpose again. Today he inspires change, he speaks to the younger kids stressing the importance of the future. The world is small and crazy one little step and your whole life can be wrecked and one inspired generation left is enough to become the next president.

Life is a match
To start you need someone to light the match
Once lighted, the fires starts, the match reaches it's prime
The match then burns and slowly starts to dim
The dimness represents our life burning away
When the flame reaches its final flame, the match burns out
The burnt match represents how the life in everyone slowly follows down their own path
Eventually when we have reached our time, our flame burns out as that of the match
The flame dies but the smoke proceeds to carry on

On a dark and cold, winter's night in Omaha
I stumbled into a bar, that was well worth it's scars
The barmaid asked are you here for a woman or to just quench your thirst
I said I'm looking for Reno, he owes me money that was due on the first
She said he would be out in a minute and others were looking for him too
Reno came out with a smile until he saw the badge laying on the ground
He made a good run, but the lawmen had a gun
And ol Reno was lying face down

Reno old pal, why did you run, you know the cops and the law of their gun,
you get to leave and I must stay, it's not too fair, but it the price we have to pay

They ruled it as an accident and claimed that he tripped and fell
He was drinking too much, couldn't see where to walk to
I demanded justice for my righteous brother, they screamed and hollered at me, they said we'll send you right to hell
So I started marching to the ol' corrupt police station to give them a piece of my mind, I laid his picture down and they pulled our their guns
I tried to make a quick run, but the pain in my back could not take it as my body lay face in the ground

Oh Reno old pal, why did we run, we know the cops, and the law of their gun
You got to leave, and now I will too
It's not fair, But it's the price we pay

It was a cold winters night
Right outside the town of Bridgestone
The place was silent except for the old saloon
A new face appeared just the other day, he spent most nights in there
Some gazed at the fanciness of his clothes
Other scorned at the six shooter on his hip
I talked with him a little, he told me he was moving on with life, searching for something new and bright
He only planned to be here for a few nights, wasn't looking to pick a bone
So I gathered supplies, scurried a horse, and made sure he was gone by next afternoon
The next day is when the platoon came looking for him, I told them, the man was headed just south of Rabbit's Hair
Little did they know the man was traveling north to Letterman's Grove
Let this be a lesson kid, I may not have a story to tell, but this rusty old six shooter and gold is a most generous tip.

See her standing there, all alone
Watch the tears fall on a faded photograph
She sits there quietly, glancing at her phone
Just to keep her mind away from the laughter

See him standing there, all alone at the bar drinking
Watch the drops of whiskey fade an old photograph
He sits there angry at himself, tells the bar to keep them cranking
As the ***** wears off, all he can hear is her distant laughter

Can't you see they both belong together
It's just a matter of time until they flock their feathers
She sits quieting waiting for his call, as he stands up he tries not to fall
The flashing of the lights and the darkness of the moon

The car that was crashed, is one that won't be forgotten
As He lays in the slums with the down trodden
The man he lost his wife, in the absence of the bright
Now he lives his life, not gazing at anything in sight
For the man is long forgotten.

I pickup a pen to write
She comes in to listen
These days it’s hard to know what’s right
Except for when her eyes glisten

Long ago I would have left
But time has its way
It’s way of theft, that is
Now I sit here and romanticize my day

Though she is not to blame
Life just in the way of living
Somethings can never stay the same
Others are worth giving

Regrets come and go
Memories stay forever
The ones you love, are what you know
Always remember, nothing lasts forever

What if life stopped tomorrow
The sky's were no longer blue
And you never felt no more sorrow

Would you still feel sadness
Or cling to your anger
Though a great mystery lurks in the bliss

The day the seas give rise
And the nights where you feel empty
There where you wasted your time spreading lies

A greater place awaits
Where your actions of today, are washed away
No matter the cost, because in the end it's all left up to fate

Perhaps living is the hardest part
But at least we still get tomorrow
To try again and stay true to our heart

Each night I dream a deep blue sky
A place where only birds could fly
Each morn I lie awake
Wondering who else made that mistake

Many of men I’ve seen waste their dime
Trying to hold and buy back time
It’s a common misconception
Often laced with deception

For a wise man knows, it’s the foolish who ask
And it’s the blind who lead the mass
Many search and few find
But so is the many that falls behind

I myself have seen my eyes full of fire
Burning to know true desire
So where do I fit?
Yet who am I to question it

I could spend a lifetime is search of freedom
Only to be left with a sea full of conundrums
Of each problem to ever exist
And temptations I have to resist

So, I’ve become the fool at hand
While time slips through my fingers like sand
Now it's too late for me to understand
That it’s the devil that haunts a hungry man

I heard a story about a man who lost his fame
He became sad and lonely, stated drinking his bitters away
Some looked, others starred, everyone knew it was a **** shame
Then one dark dreary night, the man fell into the bay

Many gazed, few searched, For they knew the man wasn't coming back
They hung his picture to the wall, the frame was built from his stool
Although his name was unknown, many just called him Jack
The regulars still question his fate, insisting he'd be alive if he wasn't such a fool

A few years later, a filmmaker came to town, He wanted to use the bar in a scene
We started chatting and soon he asked if I was a fan of the man on the wall
I told him the story, He laughed, called an actor in, and to my own disbelief it was the man who looked good as clean
He pieced his life back together, found his fame once again before they left he looked at me and laughed, smiled for a minute and said relax all that happened was a little fall

I write this today, with the knowledge of yesterday
Look past yourself and see the bigger picture
Think of all the ones before who never got a say
And the ones who came out as the false victors

Years of violence and years of war
We choose to ignore for it's already past
But what about the ones who can't because their family's been torn
What about the ones who couldn't make it to the door

A world full of hate
When I look outside I only see the night
For many believe the lies told and take the bait
But what about those who choose to still shine bright

I write this not as a plea but as a calling
For those of you who fell more and are sick of sorrow
To those who stand up and are tired of falling
We are the future, we can choose our fates, more importantly we can build a new tomorrow.

I wonder, I wonder if
For some, it seems like I’m a myth
I try to stay
But she goes far away

I wonder, I wonder if she knows
And she’s trying to lessen the blow
For I am not quiet
Yet I will not cause and riot

I wonder, I wonder if the feelings the same
Or if it’s only my heart that burns a flame
When I see her, I’m lost
My feet won’t move, no matter the cost

I wonder, I wonder if the feelings will go away
Or will they stay, like a ship out at bay
My timing appears to be late
As she prepares for her date

I wonder, I wonder if
Is true love truly a myth
For I tried to find
But it only leaves me blind

The Time Has Come

I was walking past a coffee shop, where they were playing the news

A local church on there was selling all of their pews

It made enough attention to have everybody nearby to take a stop

Even I became intrigued, maybe they left behind some silver or gold

When I arrived, there was already a line

Many were out standing in the cold

Though one man had caught my eye

For in his arm he had held a feline

I started a conversation with the stranger

Standing across from me at a fire

As time had gone by, he told me each and every one of my true desires.

I stood in shock in fear, but he continued on showing me the future of my life almost bringing me to tears

I asked him why but he had not said another word

Only smiling back, he picked up a dime and proceeded to chant it's time

I turned away from the fire to see people fighting

The church had ran out of possessions to give away

I started to stray further and further away, making my way towards the bay

When all of the sudden a light appeared, so bright I could not see, and a sound of horns so loud I could not hear

When it faded a man appeared standing in front of me

Claiming he's here to bring me home

Though he did not tell me where he was from

Only insisting that the time has come.

Hello all and welcome, Today is the day of learning. My name, not important, you'll soon forget it anyways. My work original, Yes but overlooked. For you see it only speaks to me. None past the realm of our eyes can see. Yes I'm angry, Yes I'm sad. Yes I'm crazy, and Yes I too can be glad. I think I'll take a break now, perhaps write another line or two. For the readers is who I owe it to.

I walked out into the Moonlight
Saw him looking back at me
Then I picked up and skipped a rock
Got in my boat heading to nowhere in sight

Then the wind blows harder, through the crashing waves
The sky begins to fade, could it really be the end

I woke up crashed at shore
Planted my feet down and felt the wind blow
May not have a boat left, but I can build a raft
Might not have an engine, but I goat an oar

And the wind stops, through the steady seas
The skies clear and the grass is green

As I reached the land, they ask of where I've been
I don't have the answer you want but I do have a story to tell
Just sit right there, I'll tell it to you, about what might have been

I woke up to the flashing lights
Took a trip down to the water
I dreamed a sailor's dream, then made my way back
To lay in the empty street on this dark and rainy city's night.

He looks up screaming why
The noise and lights all flutter around him
The sky is black and the earth cry’s out on the rim
As many others go by and by

For he failed himself again
In the light of the dark, he remains unscathed
His tears are more than enough to fill a car
He steps into the busy street, waiting for his life to end

Where is it you long to be
To be heard, seen, or loved
Or to be unnoticed, a sight no one sees
Hiding away, nestled far in some coved

What is it you hope to find
An answer or a reason
Doesn’t it mess with your mind
Or is it mundane as such another season

Who are you still clinging to
For a fool can be loyal as well
Do they even have a clue
Or are you too afraid to admit you fell

When will the time come
To the point where you don’t waste your life away
In your ears do you not hear the beat of the drum
Or have you run out of words to say

Is it a ramble or is it necessary
Look in the mirror is it me you see
Am I your adversary
Or am I what you could be