A bomb drops on a sleeping town And though It may not make a sound The death It brings makes mince of things And turns what’s forward, straight around A mother cries, and hides her son She does Not know where she can run The sirens Blare, as do the guns This will become a … More This Sleeping Town
Before I get into this topic, I want to make absolutely certain that anyone reading this knows that I respect whatever they choose to believe. I’m not coming into this with the presumption that what I believe is 100% infallible truth, because it isn’t. A point which lends quite well to our introduction into this … More Religion: Has the Time Come to Begin Asking the Hard Questions?
Cast in iron, set in stone, my thoughts are never left alone. They sail with me and set me free, living in my every bone. My Ship, it sails, its Mast prevails, catching headwinds, telling tales. But then my Sub sinks down below, and dives through waters, lesser known. Deep currents are so strong and … More My Sub: USS Conscience
Cars and clothes are cool, I guess They’re great when you want girls and sex It must be nice to be so dumb When every line you write is numb Numb from all the things we feel And all the shit that makes life real Bigger houses, bigger banks You paid her tab? Hey … More I Don’t Rap
Masks are nice, they’re pretty, right? Just look at what I wear tonight This suit is fitted – these winds? Or not You’d love all of these things I’ve got All the lights shine onto you When we fall in this photo booth Yeah, its fun, alright I guess How everything lights up that … More Windsor Knots
A man is lost in a dilemma His love, his heart, his dearest Stella She dances, sings, does everything That causes men to offer ring But there’s one knot tied in this chain He never thought he’d love again He was sent off, to war, you see And it was thought, that died, had … More Love
**DISCLAIMER** This poem addresses suicide. By reading any further, you acknowledge that this artwork does not promote suicide in any way, and is only meant as a creative endeavor. —————————– I write this, love, only for you. I want you to feel how I do. So many things have coursed my mind, never spoken, nor … More Remember Me
My closest friends, they’re here, I know Em, and Fitz, and Frost, and Poe They do not sit and dine with me They reside in my mind, you see We write, we wonder, work and play We converse every single day Whispers in the wind and skies The glint that’s deep inside my eyes … More My Idols
I do not claim to be the best I compete not with all the rest The things I write are not for fun It’s to unload this loaded gun As tensions rise, so do our acts And if you look at all the facts You’ll see that nothing ever changed That things were simply rearranged … More Checkmate
I don’t know how much more helpless we can feel after this weekend. As observers of society, that is. I know you all feel it. Everyone does. This sensation that we live in a world where we’re forced to clock in and clock out of our prescribed, normal lives as we watch “high society” try … More Politics Dehumanize Us, and Everything Needs to Change
How the World Should Work 