Dedicated to Ms 5UP, the frustrator of dreams and the stealer of souls. I'm glad I never got wrapped up in your twisted form of justice. The idea was for me to walk with you backwards I had no desire, no will and you scolded and begged talking like I was and had always been a puppy on a string. People, you say how foolish, how ridiculous if everything was my way everything would be perfect to which I reply How can you come to know me, my greatest fears, my hopes and d...

The sky screams and I respond in kind as jagged fist pounds the earth with no sense of ceremony and tears fall the product of the misunderstood, dark and brooding as the trees whisper their voices just loud enough to hear them and wonder what was said I hear flitting of leaf and wings as nervous hearts hide from angry blows and most of all I cringe as millions of death-cries ripple across the ground as the crawlers breathe one last time gasping writhing drowning in tears.

I say and say this is my last rhyme but I don't think I listen and every time I hear "You'll never be good." I believe them but I've failed to quit Somedays I wonder if the words I write are the glorified droolings of a hack and I keep on and sometimes I ask myself why but I keep working Someone told me once that they found strength in my words somedays it's a curse others a blessing Because it's enough to keep me writing my last rhyme until the day I die.

People say "Never Forget" like it's some kind of statement of emotion they tell you to never forget what happened to these aging men and women the last of a brilliant race of stars How ironic. Let me tell you sir, I can never forget never forget my grandfather who fought that fight, went deaf for that cause I lost him only months after I lost her and by that time, he couldn't remember my name, his name, the way to build a cabinet (he was a carpenter) he couldn't remember tha...

I sometimes wonder what destiny, what fate awaits me Helpless feelings converge into panicked resolutions as mercenary fiends take out the opposition (for whatever price you're willing to pay) Conspiring for the eventual hostile-takeover And it feels like We know that we can't live and die by our terms. We have been given choice, but not the ability to see the rippling of the waters by the dropping of our pebble and so I pray to find answers answers that don't just restate...

I haven't written in a long time. Some of that is do to the ever-increasing workload that I am taking, but mostly because I just haven't had the spark to write. That said, I hope that you read this. I hope that you read it, and you get angry or sad. I hope you read it and feel some emotion. I hope you read it and wonder what I'm trying to say. I hope you read it, and think about it. I imagine a sunset. I imagine a sunset over hot sand. Clear, cold, brutal I imagine Bombs...

If the martyr is crying and no one is listening it's cause the feast of the heart it just died. And no one remembers the sad death of the martyrs then it's probably because Halmark won, again. I just want to feel alive to have something right inside I just want to find my someone that I'll be with for all time. I just want to live this life and I want to live it right I just want to find my someone that I'll be with for all time. We cover lovers faces bought from far ...

Look look the straw dog is barking once again God knows that it's bark, it's no worse than it's bite And we wonder can we just make it tonight Maybe army crawl through the fury of the wind Crawl into the foxhole, and find God within and to make matters worse, the bombs are falling and no-one can hear, the radio calling and it calls out Mayday mayday everyone the light ain't falling from the sun and someday we willl all burn out and find out what this life was all about.

It was a rosebay morning and I was painted into something I could never be violet roses and prose kept me going, going nowhere and everywhere and I was sure that eventually I would find my way. It took me a year to find my place again the wilderness of the world was never large enough to hide my pain and sincerity from the world and bright lights and freeways freed me from fragility (I think) And I travel, the hitchhiking poet Indian statesman, political, wild, ultimately...

All things change memories change life changes, at the speed of light it changes worlds are made and destroyed in the blink of an eye Where do we go from here? It's time to get off the emo ride and find some other form of life to hustle. We can't afford to wait around any longer. And I know that We can't have everything the changes won't allow it And, in all honesty I don't think we want it But I could go for some truth it seems a bit scarce in this day and age.

I find loss, looking in your eyes, a young man searching for something lost in pain of recognition the truth is sometimes, such a bitter pill to take. I find hurt, looking in your eyes, a young lady, looking for anything holding on to music like a child holds a blanket, and it hurts to know music let you down this time. For all the dialogue, the blustery snow filled days, for all the pain and hurt know you've helped me be more than I can be. You gave me hope, a gift more...

I fail so utterly, miserably at being a heart to hold on to and make myself the kind of person I said I'd never be And after all is said and done I still expect you to trust me? What a fool I am, not knowing what I can take not knowing what to do or say not knowing how to make things right not knowing how to feel again but, I suppose, I know how to break trust and hurt friends how to write poems and ambiguous meanings how to mean things and regret changing them it is my ult...

It's the chance we've all been waiting for time for the midnight waltz a time to dance the night away find a heart and a beautiful smile amidst all the deceptions of the normal masquerade. We'll dance like no-one is watching and sing like life is worth living and we'll step-two-three, together. And as I watch Beasts and birds, harlequin girls triple-step their way across the stage, they set up an invisible spotlight shinning on you and I and I find myself seeing through m...

Of all structures of poets and words without blessings the phrases and powers the pen does supply they do me no justice, a great barren wall with nothings of nothings found hiding inside. I find them missing, the keys to the memories the thoughts of my heart I have no reply for all the things absent Hidden in places I'm trying to find the words to express the way I feel for you.

I don't need to be famous I don't need the cheering faces calling out my name, light's blazing as I sing out to a crowd. I don't need to be a rich man Doing anything that he can to make one more piece of fortune living in an empty house. And I, don't need to have the answer to everthing I've asked here and I know that if I can here I will make this dream come true All I need is just to see This smile, it gives me so much hope and the sparkle in your eyes will make me feel...