Step back, don't come any closer. I'm about to start a bloody revolution, over this process of intellectual evolution, You think you get smarter, but truly, you just become more gullible. And please don't get up in my face, because I definitely need my space. It's kind of sad that there is all this hatred, between the intellectual and those who are fated, to work their whole lives and not know that they need caviar and million dollar mansions, but it's a lesson in relatives, ...

I don't get it. What is in that book? What is in your mind that makes you think, that if you blow yourself up, and kill infidels, as you call us, you will be rewarded with virgin women? What kind of God demands the blood of babies and soldiers? What God orders you to destroy all others without your faith? For as I have heard countless times, in different words, you say, "Suffer not the heretic to live" But I've got plenty of living left to do.

It's the End of the line, don't forget the time, YOU forgot the largest part of your promise, and ended up with a lost life and a lost purpose. Don't forget the pain, and never forget your aims, YOU would have been a giant, except for the nagging reality of gravity. YOU were the last hope of a nation of disbelieving fools who ration, out their intelligence as if someday, they may run out. This song is total and utter clashing notes, discordant voices screeching their final ...

When you push something away, do you feel the force? Do you feel the bonds of the galaxy straining against your subtle manipulation of muscle and sinew? When you push away, do you hear, the whole earth groaning under the strain? Do you feel the shudders of a resigned oblivion? Someday, this world is going to crack in half. Someday, it'll be the last day. Someday, you'll push, or she'll push, or he'll push just a little too hard... So when you stand up tonight and take your chi...

It's a rusty joint, that one. Sick, drunk old men walk in, and sicker drunk old men walk out. The Neon sign has letters flickering, in the mid-evening heat. You can smell the booze, It hovers around outside the bar, The putrid existence of another few unlucky chaps who never quite made it. Some unlucky buck pulls in the back, yellow drunk tags showing off his law-breaking habit. He can’t help himself, it’s intoxicating, the environment, the booze, the place. You walk by and...

You are: So consumed by a bitter, hopeless heart, every piece just consumed by the part, That bleeds jealousy, bleeds agony, That does not see the truth. You are: Holding onto something, that has no meaning, and it won't save you when the end, comes crashing down upon us. You are: Beautiful, meaningful, happy, free, a sight for all sore eyes who have wanted to see. Compassionate, glorious, understanding, Accomplished, and full of heart. You are: Open to nothing, closed t...

It's easier to say that I did everything wrong and you did everything right. Is it easier to run? Easier to fight? And, in comparion with the things in my sight, I find that, lacking a better explanation, I sometimes run when I'm not afraid, because things have been made, into a heavy and painful diatribe, and why must things end this way? Because they must, and I'm glad, that I made these memories I have, And for better or worse, happy or sad, I have a real life, full of pain and ...

It was the last time. Perhaps the best time. The best time for me to talk to you. But I didn't. I didn't feel the need to. You broke me down so many times, that talking to you didn't make much sense. Trying to make me mad was laughable. I saw that you only held his hand when I was around. I've taken what life has given me, all the ups and downs and in-betweens. And I found out that love, isn't as reclusive as you make it seem. There are people who care about the real me...

I wrote a beautiful letter to you, it was full of hope and earnest love. I filled it with my heart and told you how wonderful you are. I put my entire being into it, hoping you would like it. And then sent it off. I received a beautiful letter today. Full of hope and promise. Beautiful words meant for only one person's eyes and heart. It was addressed - Return To Sender. Short and sweet. I thought of this when I was listening to a CD, and I've been meaning to write it d...

Please forgive this everfailing, My soul has been on the mend. Forgive my constant reluctance, but I'm now ready to begin. To see all this beauty, in a place so unsure. And if you could, please find me, and show me the beauty of this world. You have this way about you, You have a confidence matched by none that helps me to believe, That has shown all my failures That every thing will be ok. In hopes that I can begin to begin a...