

Girl crazyWith a girl like her You can never say maybe With a girl like her Youre going to go crazyGirl crazy
Its not just the eyes or smile But the pulse of her heart Even when you havent talked for awhile Its still as beautiful as a work of art
From time to time I rewind the memories Playing like movies in my mind Each their own tantalizing melody
With a girl like her You can never say maybe With a girl like her Youre going to go crazy
I still gaze up at the sky Wondering why she picked me I used


Saint BoonWe are the saints and we are the boons Like panicked gods we have no idea what to do As we shake our fists and shout our fears We live for what we felt in our dreams And crash for desires left to run rampantSaint Boon
We are the saints of nonchalant boons Weaving our faith with oratory of a childs mind Speaking of imagination as if it were signs of hope All we try to do is find the peace in life But whats peace without a war to fight
We are the undeterred boons of sainthood Dress in the everyday cloths of wall street beggars Barking at society with no thou


Issues of ManIve sipped from the cup of knowledge Ive walked away from the cross and light Ive cursed at the thought of our government Ive put more faith in luck than whats wrong or right Ive gambled with father time and destiny And so far every time I come out fineIssues of Man
Ive lived life by ethics Ive argued politics on ideals Ive bashed religion on morals And debated love as if it were a war I guess im just a love sick heretic Drunk off the path to anarchy
Ive sinned with the sinners Ive prayed with the saints Ive lea


Home is HeartHome is where the heart should lie, where a warm embrace can be your walls. Lose yourself to whispers from the deep, like a lullaby it rocks you back to sleep.Home is Heart
Home is where the heart dies Content and confined to happiness In the form of family and friends, credits roll as we make amends.
But where should the heart lie when home cannot be found? Can we find it in everyday life? Sort it from all the deceit and strife?
And what of those without a heart? Like immortal vampires they feed off ours, but can they ever be brought back


Two Daily PoemsSeptember 18, 2009Two Daily Poems
They had to have someone to look down on.
They heard smells and tasted colors.
Like Acid?
No, that goes away.
You dont hit Johnny with a shovel. -except when you do of course
Freud would look at this and certainly say something. God Bless him.
September 21, 2009
The dream is a space where the mind is floating between heaven and earth.
Time is aggressive, blunt, blatant, straight forward and not flowery.
At some point it doesnt really ma


These WallsDont take me home Cause these walls tell stories And im shaking as i listen To your voice and her voice and my breathing Now im staring at these white walls Watching shadows as they fade and narrow So dont tell em that i dont know Ill be counting the days just so you knowThese Walls
where do we go when we're (seven years old) &n
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