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It seems that i am told
That some people who drive
Fancy cars are simply a-holes
While others just survive...

Maybe i should go
With a BMW or new Jaguar
run down the homeless hobo
in my new and fancy car...

I'll race through tolls
Perhaps throw a little change
From deep within my billfold
Don't think me so deranged...

So, If I cut you off
Before the next red light
I'm on my way to play golf
Or just maybe out of spite...

To have taken all lifes knocks along the way
Been hurt and alone in times of despair
Darkness surrounds your mind with empty thoughts
The lonliness from inside is eating through your brain
Isolation from the incoming tide leaves you stranded
In a haze of the unknown and what lies ahead
Frightened to close your eyes
Leaves you in a wilderness and unhappy state of mind
You ask yourself is there an easy way out
The answers just keep rebounding from inside your head

If only I did not know the words I would go bye quiet
Sound of words will ring the minds doorbell
Thinking is such a hard process for he is gone
Go through the times and the clock is ticking and I am not
Another breath and I wake alone
It is alright the time has come and gone and another
Silent word has come and gone and I need to be unknown
Once again it is not the poet that knows the thoughts
It is the words and idea one has placed on the board
Well if it is love it is meant to stay if it is nothing more than No
Then it is time to stay still beneath the wind is the chime of nature
Cry out my friend you may be heard as it is only a few words and you
Will be heard and I will be away from here as time is such of essence
To go unknown sometimes is better than unnoticed…….
If only I did not know the words I would go bye quiet
Sound of words will ring the minds doorbell
Thinking is such a hard process for he is gone
Go through the times and the clock is ticking and I am not
Another breath and I wake alone
It is alright the time has come and gone and another
Silent word has come and gone and I need to be unknown
Once again it is not the poet that knows the thoughts
It is the words and idea one has placed on the board
Well if it is love it is meant to stay if it is nothing more than No
Then it is time to stay still beneath the wind is the chime of nature
Cry out my friend you may be heard as it is only a few words and you
Will be heard and I will be away from here as time is such of essence
To go unknown sometimes is better than unnoticed…….

I do not want to say good bye

But I must as time is so near

Heartaches never feel the same

We ponder if we should stay or go

With much thought to it would I know

If I was here or if was gone

seems like the poet is only taken

For the word of greatness

Time has come and I must go

If time circles around I will be back

Howls, growls,fiendish yells,
Wicked witches chanting spells,
Dancing demons strait from hell,
I see horrible horrors,
Hundreds of eyes,
I'm closing doors terrified,
They materialize on the other side,
Fight or flight,
I run for my life,
Trapped for all time,
Inside my own mind,
There's nowhere for me to hide...

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Following a new direction letting these pages lead the way
From the beginning of my existence to where I find my final resting place
Swallowing a shade of colors to give flavor to a tasteless life
As I open up my insides and reject the poisoned lies
Then I listen to the whispers becoming such a sweet melody
Finding a new understanding of my demons soliloquies
Conquering the reflections of a mask worn in denial
Dividing his deception with a dismal smile
And as a mountain that stands before me its heights I will overcome
Climbing out from the shadows of me standing in my own sun
So I close my eyes and disappear just to see Your perfect face
Me standing against the phantoms in their darkest hiding place

Death my old friend, let me lay down with you.
Come around me wrap your arms, to sleep gently soothe me.
My life’s been long, I’ve lived it well, no regrets to speak of.
I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, there were times my heart was broken.
But not one, my friend, would I trade back and lose memory forever.
My first love was so sweet, I was seven and she’d turned six.
We sat beneath the old willow tree, shared our cookies and our drink.
We swore that forever we’d be friends, so young and innocent were we.
By the time I turned twelve she was gone, they’d moved across the sea.
I must admit, I cried for days, my best friend had been taken.
Even now, sometimes I wonder, what happened, how did her life go.
Maybe, who knows, on the other side these answers I’ll be finding.
Was sixteen when I met Maree, a woman wise and worldly.
Hair of black and gypsy soul, yet she was but three years older.
She taught me there in the back of her truck, all the ways of loving.
She had arrived on early morn, never said where she hailed from.
Same way she disappeared, here now, today, gone the next.
For all she said and all she did, leaving no trace behind her.
Sometimes I sit back and close my eyes, can still taste those lips.
Girls came and they went, all nice but none made same impression.
Not until I was twenty five, did I meet the one that mattered.
From when my eyes opened to the day to end of day when closed.
She was always in my thoughts, my every waking moment.
At twenty seven we did wed, my bride, my wife, was ever so radiant.
Our life we lived happily, a son and two daughters we added.
I’d be telling a lie if I said all was fine, there were times we had our downs.
But all in all, we worked on those, together we survived them.
The day of my birthday I remember well, twas the day I turned sixty seven.
Two policemen knocked on the door, their faces told the story.
Lost my life, my heart, my soul, for forty years my companion.
Darkness closed from all around and icy coldness gripped my heart.
How could this happen I wanted to know, at God I was railing.
My children brought me through, brought me back to sunshine.
The years passed on as years will, my family all around me.
Three had grown to twenty two, such a carry on when all together.
Celebrated ninety nine, but I think I’m not here much longer.
Death is whispering in my ear, each day I hear him clearer.
‘Come,’ he says, ‘lay down with me and I’ll take you into forever.’
So gladly I’ll go, my love I’ll meet, eternity to spend together.

Instinctively you know
What I would like you to do to me
How far you can push me

The ship was dead,
Yet sailed along,
All passengers and cargo gone,
It creaked and groaned,
"I'm soo alone" and
"Noones been here for soo long",
Forgotten,forlorn,with sails unfurled,
The ship hurled itself off the edge of the world...

That poop is a part of me
Don't be stealing my poo!
As far as the urine
Don't be takin my plastic bottle of piss!
That really pisses me off!
So maybe I have cat skeletons in my living room
Maybe to ya'll civilized folk
It stinks in my place
But after a couple hours you don't smell it no more
I don't have any money to hire a plumber
If I did then maybe I wouldn't have to do my business in a bucket
Back in the olden times they used a chamber pot
So in a historical sense
What I'm doing is just fine and dandy