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
A raindrop has one chance to fall To land where it might fulfill all As do dandelions sway They, just once, will drift away Breeze will carry, gently now The seeds of life that they endow No second chances, no regrets One life is what each person gets Do not be nervous Feel not afraid … More Life
Broseph Stalin, communist, said capitalism, no more Hipbropatamus in water and he’s swimming to the shore Winter clouds above and the bro began to pour She said to put this down so I’ll just bro it on the floor Shopping all in silence I must tipbro through the store I’ll bro through basic training when … More We’re All Just Bros
It’s so funny To me, at least Each time I see A friend succeed As others shout He’s a sell out! In a negative outburst Real friends agree And true family Support you, see Help climb that tree They do not doubt What you’re about They help you charge headfirst It’s easy to see The … More Support
Softly cup my hand to ear As wind blows whispers that I hear Sadness, loss, regret they bring All shadows from my yesteryear Words escape me, ones I’ve lost I never knew how much it’d cost When I thought not to buy a ring The path I should, I never crossed Now I’m forced to … More Winds of Change
I put on my old socks, ever so slowly I should take them to church cause my socks are so holy But before this day starts, I must say that this chap Shall first drop a deuce, ‘cause he don’t give a crap Flip a coin in the well, but it wasn’t well-spent Matchbox 20 … More No Pun Intended
Ripples, I see down below The waves are moving, soft and slow Like zephyrs, gently drifting through The water’s stillness calms and soothes I cast a rock into its deeps Watch it sink as this willow weeps I see the first bright evening star Across the lake, the trees afar The coast adorns a bright … More Ripples
They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, … More Scars
Some folks believe me Yet others still doubt It’s funny to me, really When I say what I’m about I’m climbing this here ladder Right in front of their blind eye Yet they still keep on hatin’ As if the fucks I give could fly So let me put this plainly These words, do not … More Doubt
What if they died? What if that artist Who painted their works So great, yet shunned For personality quirks What if that singer Who hit impossible notes Wasn’t caught up in drama Or the brunt of your jokes What if you focused On content they write Instead of the bullshit The cheap and contrite Why … More What If They Died
How the World Should Work 