Rape
Mood:  bright
And never fear
That shadow graced upon the wall
The giant cross in the mirror
Singing echoes through the halls
A monstrous voice
Begging for mercy and choice
Though you’ll never see his eyes
It won’t be rare for you to cry
Thousands die in your yard
In a prison that is not barred
Drunken poets singing songs
Kissing lovers all night long
Promises made and kept
Down the halls the devil crept
Sneaking up on lonesome pray
Bloody sheets, warmed by day.

Oasis
I don’t know much about my roots,
all I got are the close on my back, and the feet in my boots,
not involved in any political affair.
but there is one thing you should know,
dance with me, your in for a show,
I don’t belong here, they don’t want me there.
so to everyone’s surprise,
I will quietly close my eyes,
drink down glass after glass of champagne,
a toast to me and you,
a toast to me and you, even though we’re through,
knock on wood you don’t complain,
my face is aged from all the places,
I have died and drown,
now I will go away,
have a good night and a pleasant future, okay?
may you be blessed by all of God’s graces,
while I drink in my oasis,
among fellow nobodies, true friends,
Here I belong, here in these few places.
here I belong
and I know I’ll be alright
with no solicitors at my door
in time you'll
get curious, and want to know,
Where I am.

Poets
Poets are children who didn’t make it
As the night falls and the moon rises
Pens scurry down on paper
Like it’s a matter of life and death
A small fire starts ink on paper
The black fades
Melting into distorted fingers
Frustrated the metaphors won’t form
Tear drops grace the page
And say everything words never could
But you can’t publish a tear drop
You must find a way
To be creative and original
Breakaway from the overflowing cup
That is a writer’s pool
Though poets are not writers
Feeders of the heart and soul
But of a different kind

Crying Smile
It doesn’t hurt that bad
Considering what I had
And lost, and won’t get back
Never even noticed what I had.

They called me phony
Now they call me lonely
Reading that sickly letter
Trying to will myself better.

It hurts so bad
I see now, ignorance is what I had
And I want it all back
I was much less sad.

I took a long look inside
Left myself no place to hide
I want to make this right
I want to make me right.

I’m awake before morning
Because I find sleep boring
Is this what I really wanted?
Am I truly haunted?

I’ve got it bad
I’ve got it like I once had
And I wouldn’t take it back
I like how it was.

I’m happier when I’m sad.

Crumble
How long until the earth shatters
And all we once knew crumbles under our gentle steps
The wallowing damned are no longer suppressed
And we can speak our minds with no regrets
When memory ends
On the jagged edge will you be there
Ask me to take your hand
We can love again
With no yesterday no mistakes
No tomorrow to ponder today
Skip to the jumping beat the scared brain cells
Rotting in our heads
Churning to recall the last time we gave a damn
How come I don’t care anymore?
Has the earth begin to crumble
I just haven’t noticed
Cause I see you with him
He says I love you and you say the same
But it doesn’t get to me
Not like it did before
Earlier, even a week or two ago
Your smile doesn’t trap me
I start to think that
The damned are free
Your spell is lifted
Sleeping beauty has been awoke
I’m still alone
Only now I am proud
Holding my head up
I don’t give a fuck
Slow and painful failing to reach
The unrealistic standards we have all set
I’d like to say I am free
Though I know I’m not
Free and unwilling to admit to capture
Are almost the same
The whips still lash my back
But I don’t listen to the screams of “go”
I don’t listen to the little voice
That still misses you
That loves you even more than before
Because it realizes what you really meant
I am emotionally stable
Mentally there
Physically I am falling apart
Insomnia lack of love
But is it fair to attract another
In a pitiful attempt to discover
Whether or not I love you still
What if I do?
Then what do I do?
Is it fair to you?
What if I never knew until the first kiss?
The first time I saw you through those eyes
Looked upon you in a way I never knew
Never thought for a moment
I’d see you and her in the same light
You were always separate
Two islands, now one
The earth is really crumbling now
Boundaries do no bound anything
Everything is smudged together
I know what I see
Through the abstract style of life
But I fear running to you
Even more than I fear running to her
With her I know what I am getting
Used and pillaged
However with you
I have not a single clue
Crumbling beneath my feet
Is insecurity.

Windows
I have an addiction
it’s slowly taking over my brain
hitting all the switches
some how I am not the same

The voices whisper follow
these drugs have spread me thin
I feel half my life is already buried
should I jump from this window

My sweet addiction
I’m drowning on land
in dyer need of a lifeboat
please come keep me dry

I have my poems and that is all
my mind is gone I can barley stand
I cry now and then, but only a little
a few streams flowing down my face

That tiny trickle
making me rather fickle
I need to grow up
I need to bury myself deep

This vengeful addiction
makes me the best
sweet as holly songbirds
chirping in their nest

Singing out side my window
Crying for their mom
Open mouths
Waiting to swallow

A saint will come along
Power of God will fuel my addiction
night or day
winter fall or springtime

It’s slowly becoming that time
I’ve learned a few things along the way
The sweet sound of the swans song
So familiar the tune

This is all too scrawled
and it’s over this afternoon
Much to scrawled
I’m done this afternoon

It's only suicide
Mood:  lyrical
They say old men don't grow young
And first loves die-hard
Stay with you as you die
A heart remembers what a mind cannot
Pain free soaring high
Hopes that one day I may fly
And leave this place
Leave my memories behind
Reminiscing past joys
Heartache and sorrow
Memories I am glad I have
For love and joy are prerequisite of this pain
If you run out of love
You have no more to gain
The ending of a lifetime
The punctuation needed is this razor of mine
Draw a line, a line so fine
As an old man whispers
Its only suicide baby...