Gone.
I am back, but you are gone. Go forth young pirate, and
July 23, 2002
sing this song--Sing the song about the pure flight, and
about mountains of marshmellow delight. White and puffy,
and sticky too--Mountains, and mountains of marshmellow goo.
My apocrypha.
The smile on my face which is fake,
The torment I feel has lead to despair,
May 20, 2002
for the tears which caused from ache,
leading me to ponder, and contemplate,
the sorrows of my tragic fate.
Something horrible felt in the night air,
today is gone, and tomorrow is there,
but will I reach it through all this hair?
The Sparrow's Flight.
It's dusk in my heart, and dawn in my soul,
Yellow is warm, and red is bright, but we
By the pale moonlight, it finds it's way, and
Death is a cycle which involves us all. Winter,
May 20, 2002
I need something new to feel this hole.
A breath of fresh air, in morning's delight,
as I watch the sparrow in it's flight.
decide which is right. To boldly fly to the
peak of height, this sparrow I seek would
fly tonight.
by the brightness of the sun, it's covered by
rays. This sparrow has a song to sing, until
it's gone. And when you can't hear it, you
know something is wrong.
Spring, Summer, and Fall.
The Hunger Within.
Rage, Rage! The machine is at hand.
Into the dark of darkest nights, surely there must be a light.
Rage, Rage! The fallen has come.
Seven minutes of joyfulness delight. One hand on sandwich,
Rage, Rage! I scream out in pain.
May 20, 2002
Rage, Rage! My sandwich from a stand.
I see a little light. Twinkle, twinkle, from above, I wonder
what's it's made of. Turkey, ham, and letuce too, don't forget
the wonderful goo.
Rage, Rage! I swallowed, now it's done.
one hand on a sprite. Sips from the fizzle make my nose feel
a tingle, but not as much as my potato chips krinkle.
Rage, Rage! I'll do it again.
Snot In My Nose.
Snot in my nose, go away...
February 11, 2002
Snot in my nose, its yellowish-gray...
Snot in my nose, as it drips down...
Snot in my nose, makes me frown...
Snot in my nose, and now on my shirt,
if you looked harder you just might see dirt.
Death by a Donut.
Oh how I love your round moist shape,
Krispy Kreme you're the best I've ever had,
*CHOMP*!!!
January 24, 2002
the aroma of donuts make me wake.
The way you taste in the morning, noon
and night. I love razzberry filled delight.
I hope that terrorists never infect you with a
virus, because it would be death by a donut.
Listen.
Why do humans see with shut eyes,
Listen to the birds as they sing, listen
Why do humans see with shut eyes,
Listen to the world if you dare, you may be
The darkness has fallen and conquered light,
January 22, 2002
why do humans listen with closed ears,
why do humans think with closed minds?
how happy they live in the spring. But
when winter falls so shall the birds die,
from the hands of the tyrant winter has
gone by. Fall is here and winter is nye
but humans are too busy in their lives.
why do humans listen with closed ears,
why do humans think with closed minds?
scared of what it says, you may be fearful
of it all, or you may just not care if you fall.
but in your heart you know what is right, then
one day you look above, and see a star sent
with love. If you just open your eyes to the
heavens, you will have knowledge for a weapon.
Eagle Soaring.
Soaring high above the land of devastation
With wings of gold the prevailing winds will
I live free from all things in this world. No clouds
February 01, 2002
living for the flight during the day or night
soaring high above the mountains's peaks
carry me where my soul desires. Crystal blue
skies above me and turquoise waters below me
can contain me, no waters can sustain me, no
darkness will devour me. In boundless soaring
flight I will live because it is my destiny's path.
I'm Nothing.
The words are spoke in fragile thought,
February 25, 2002
of all I've lived and then forgot.
All the things I seem to lack,
are thrown at me if I scream back.
It's not the words that destroy me at all;
It's when the barriers begin to fall.
Revealing me when I want to hide,
and there's nothing left to cower behind.
I guess I should...
I know I would...
If it made any sense at all to me
Then this will become my destiny.
Though I'll stand back and I will cry.
I'll shed my tears and I'll wonder why.
But now my chance is gone.
and I just wonder why?
Fallen Soul.
I'm cold
I'm falling
Down
Won't anyone help me up?
March 25, 2002
I'm hot
I'm bold
I'm not
I'm cold.
down
down
down.
down
down
I'm falling
down.
Guts.
Boots are hard, and kick your butt.
A gut here, a gut there, guts guts
Pink guts, yellow, and red guts spew.
March 26, 2002
Isn't it time to feed your mutts?
No its not time to feed my mutts,
Its time, its time to bust a gut.
everywhere. A cow gut, a horse's
gut too. Maybe even some animal
guts from the zoo.
Didn't know they have blue guts too?
You're a vision.
Your lips are as blood red
You're soft to the hand's touch,
Written for Christina
October 22, 2002
your skin as white as snow
your eyes tell much truth,
and your hair so long it flows--
and gentle to the heart as much
you're a sight to feast on, and on.
Terrarium of dreams and wonders.
A marvel, a miracle, and all that too,
best of all I like you being just you.