More Poetry

Thursday, August 24, 2006
Your fight
White light. Shines bright, the worlds gonna try to blind you boy. Right, left, swerve, jab. Its going for the the knockout. But you just gotta block out. No pain no gain, well lets give em some gain. Bring it in fast, touch em hard in all the wrong places. Don't stop until they wish they were dead, don't bow unless they swing for your head, give em hell and send em to heaven riding with birds and sirens.
Because this is your life, your world, your fight. Don't let them turn you, don't let them shake you up, step out of the box and laugh. You own this bout, and it ain't over until the fat lady's voice is gone and the fire is too tired to burn. But not you, you're still gonna be blazin. Because this is your life, your world, your fight. Now get out there...and bury them.

Sunday, August 20, 2006
Hmm...so emo.
im tired of trying, all the while dying. Tired of trying to pull near.
This is the end, goobye my friend. This hurt it burns through straight to the bone.
And since you don't care, i would rather do this on my own.
So take your excuse, pack up and go,
i don't want you here, at least i won't say it
now get out of my soul...

Sunday, August 13, 2006
Warrior
Do your duty, stand your post, die for your cause, your way. That is Honor. And honor is what makes us men. If called to die by our master, should we not do it with joy? What good is a world full of creatures that care nothing but for themselves, such is a useless lot. Pointless in life and death, no better than mosquitoes, a nuisance to all life around them. A man has a purpose, a plan, a mission. And he must follow that way, else he become an abomination. A man does not live for himself, but for his master. We are all slaves to something, and we must serve that, or be useless. But we have a choice. We have one choice. We may choose our master. And if we choose wisley a man will have purpose in love and wholeness. But to choose wrongly is better to not choose at all. To live for a master who is evil is better than to live for no master. Without a mission, without a way. You are pointless, and your existence is pointless, and you are worthless. Honor is everything, this is the way of a warrior. And what are we if not warriors?

Saturday, July 29, 2006
Love
What is love? Im curious to see how ppl interpret with words this word that really means more than words can explain. And how they express through emotion the feeling that is beyond words and cannot be put into them. It also intrests me that people use it so carelessly. People including myself, its easy for us to tack on the "love ya!" Or "Lots of love" or "Mucho love" at the end of a letter or message without really meaning it. Or understanding what meaning it is. In contrast it is much harder to say it, its consequences seem a lot more real when actually heard spoken through someones lips. And it is often mumbled softly or quickly right before someone leaves or hangs up the phone. I'm condemning no one, just wondering, what is this anoumouly we call love. and is there a correct time to use it and an incorrect? is misusing it really all that bad? Does it even matter at all, I would like some responses. They dont even have to adress the issues i have brought up, just tell me what you think. Thanks

Monday, July 24, 2006
That Guy
He is the guy who you will go to, when your other one has gone.
His is the shoulder you will lean on, when everything goes wrong
He will ask for nothing, and give you all
He will listen when you need to talk, catch you when you need to fall
He will bear a burden tis his fate, to love so much it causes pain
And then youll thank him, and then youll leave, your mistakes off to repeat
but you can because he's the man who will be there when you fall again.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Blue
Oh dear blue I call to you, as you have called to me.
Your rippling tides, your great divide, my longing to be free
To lose myself in the iris of your shorely gaze, in dreams of far off fantasy
Is my hearts longing, hear it songing, to catch the wind and come to thee
Oh blue oh blue what shall we do, for we are far from near
The oceans how they think of you, all those that now do hear
but we know oh yes and secret shall we keep your majestic majesty.
Oh dear blue I love to you, as you have loved to me.

Saturday, June 24, 2006
Sometimes thoughts come out as words
Its not the good things that make you think. No one sits down to ponder when they are having fun, or when they are with that special someone, eating an ice cream cone. No one bothers to sit back and really soak in the moment. Its only later that you realize it happened. Realize how much you should have made it last longer. I geuss no one really has time to think like that during the good times. When your home though, when your sitting there, alone...you have time. Too much time. Time enough to ponder yourself crazy. Its why things like T.V. and the internet make such a killing, ppl want to be distracted, they don't want to think. Maybe thats normal, maybe thats just the way we're wired. Maybe the world isn't supposed to be understandable. Or maybe in the past 100 years we have just gone completley insane. What they think if they met us? Our ancestors. I doubt they would like us very much, or understand, and why should they? We are a self destructive, emotion repressive, ever consuming, hardly producing, race of selfish bastards. The only time we really feel alive is when we catch that spark with that someone...it always comes back to them. I'm not going to do it...i'm not going to live like them. I won't, I refuse. I'm not getting a dayjob, im not growing up to raise a nice family and a good salary and just cruise through as safely as possible. No way in hell. NO WAY IN HELL! I'm out of here, im going to Africa, Europe, Asia, heck i would hit Iraq if it meant getting out of here. Its not that i hate this country, I love America. I'm just not fond of most of the people in it. There are a certain few that mean something to me...mean a lot to me. I doubt they would want to come with me, but i can't stay. Not here, anywhere but here. Where its safe, where my food comes from a shelf. And where my heat comes from a machine. And where i don't have to worry. Because if i'm not worrying...im watching tv or im on the internet. Because i don't want to think because...it always comes back to her.

Friday, June 23, 2006
High on music
When I sit here, I wonder.
I breathe in the serenity of the night
The peace of the world. It seems so chaotic, but it knows what its doing.
Because chaos is its order. Disorder is its structure
sometimes i think i should follow the universes example
and give up on trying to control life
to carve my own path
why not just leave the path
and wander off into the wilderness

Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Jesus Rock
What is this salvation? What is this serenity so soothing so successfull sailing through the sliding sections of my, mind.
What is this design? Thats designated doing does deliver me from dying when I make a drastic tempt to deny?
OH can't you feel it coursing through your veins!? Can't you see it outlined in the rain!? So beautiful it drives me half insane! But don't worry...i like it. ;-)
What is this condition? keeps constantly convicting my concience to committen that i cannot keep on quitten this time
Is this my life's mission? Making miracles not magic more than any man can magine moreover showing mystical signs.
I can feel it soaring all around, I can hear its holy sound! Nothing can stop my Christ now! So don't even try!
This high! So fly! Can't stop! LETS ROCK! For Jesus is the savior of my LIFE! HU RAH!