Peeping, Pulling

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

Memories

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

Driven

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

Pens & Swords

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

The Song of Greed

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

Baxident

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

The Lonely Dove

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

It’s Up to Us

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