Peep. Pull. Tell me I should try to start writing songs They say that I could make money writing all these wrongs I don’t really think that anybody seems to understand I don’t do this to make money, I do it for the things I stand Nothing that I’ve done has been done to make … More Peeping, Pulling
A challenge, it should not be to Find someone to see things through Sharing life with only one For that’s what all the wolves have done Till death we part, they howl and cheer With a new litter every year The alpha finds his alpha mate To spend his life and share his fate What … More Memories
First of all, let’s all acknowledge the one thing I KNOW on which we can all agree: our nation’s “leaders” are acting more childish as of late than a class of second graders trying to decide who gets to pick first for their P.E. class’s dodgeball tournament. That is to say…they’re embarrassing us. For the … More Politicians: Analyzing Who They Really Are
I sit down and I think it through I’m driven to do what I do To share, to say, to try to mold A future I, alone, can hold As nothing’s guaranteed in life Except for it’s incessant strife And if they ask who will I be I tell them, read my poetry ‘Cause each … More Driven
Words, they say, aren’t sharp as swords They cannot pierce, or strike the chords Tonight, I pray, these words I’ve brought Will do such things that swords cannot Fights are fought for faith, and pride When we should stop instead, confide Admit that when all’s said and done What’s known of life, amounts to none … More Pens & Swords
Once upon a time before the universe existed There lived someone who thought and said “well maybe I should twist it” Lo behold, the worlds were born because He was assisted By those He made to fill the realm, the humans He enlisted He started simple, started quick, for there was so much work to … More The Song of Greed
I told him to sit down and wait, so I could get my shoestrings tied I told him it would be one moment until I let him outside As I look back what does he do? Decides to be a bad, bad dog I know I raised no lumberjack, but still he drops a big … More Baxident
Look at the sky, that lonely dove It carries thoughts I’m thinking of A tied up message on its wings Aware not of the pain it brings Delivers truths that cannot hide No matter how it feels inside And though dismays the song it sings It does not know what scroll it brings There are … More The Lonely Dove
Such lonely clouds, these thoughts of love If capable, I’m even of At night I lay down, just to think My sad, sore eyes, they rarely blink I wonder if it could be me Or if I’m just melancholy I wonder if there’s one out there Whose minds like mine, and too aware Too conditioned … More Grayest of Blue Skies
I can’t explain the pain I feel I can’t explain the hurt He deals I can’t explain why sad has come I can’t explain what He has done So sorely do I wish to know Are we just threads that He can sew? Are we just pieces on a board? Are we unnoticed to our … More It’s Up to Us
How the World Should Work 