May 4, 2009


Like an opening door the light welcomes me,
into a world of enchantment where I pretend that I am important and free,
where the day is for me to be active,
the night is for resting.

The place stuck between heaven and hell,
where the tired man rests only when he has been worn to the bone,
where the man with the big pockets collects all the coins,

I can't escape...
Being sucked under by the grabbing arms of those that surrounds me..
I am blinded..
Losing my way,
falling into an abyss surrounded by darkness..

Flashes of silver and gold fills my mind,
flashes of green and paper feels my mind,
turning me into my own nightmares,
falling, falling, falling...

Into a place,
the place stuck between heaven and hell,
where the tired man rests only when he has been worn to the bone,
where the man with big pockets collects all the coins.

In this place I dwell,
my body torn from my flesh,
becomes apart of this place that I eventually call home,
It swallows me whole,
claiming me with brown cold hands,
stuck in this place...

The place stuck between heaven and hell,
where the tired man rest only when he has been worn down to the bone,
where the man with big pockets collects all the coins.

April 20, 2009

Being Me

As I sat crouched down outside by the wooden bench by the lake a little bird flew next to me.
As he was chirping I thought I heard him say,
"You are feeling great today and your energy is great!"
"If there are friends who are down, just be around them and they will start to lighten up by your embrace."
I thought to myself how could a little bird know what I am feeling,
Maybe there is something it is revealing.
Getting up and walking away I went to the dock,
Bending down looking over into the water I spotted a little water beetle.
As it floated on top of the water I thought I heard it say,
"A huge wave of creativity will come to you today."
"It is going to be a very productive period for you in many ways."
As I started to walk away I thought to myself,
how could this little water beetle know my future,
It is just a tiny little creature.
I start to question my thoughts,
Then I realize that what I was told was not true,
That my feelings were more than just one thing,
My future is more than just of today and tomorrow,
life is full of uncertainties,
and can be lived as one pleases.

April 6, 2009

So So Sick

So so sick,
Of all these creatures who they call themselves humans.
So so sick,
Of all the obtuse ones who articulate their gobbledygook,
being critical when they have no right.
Those who believe that they are paramount,
who have no optimism for the future
and use natural resources up like greedy animals,
who have no sensible values or morals.

So so sick,
of all those who think they are on the pinnacle.
So so sick,
of all the dumbfounded ones who tries to dominate,
only to show so that they are feeble,
only to prove that assistance they ought to seek.

So so sick,
Of all these consultation,
about what ought to take place and what is going to ensue,
why does one talk when one is so dim-witted.
Why would one want others to know,
what one think and feel,
when what one think and feel is not even real.

So so sick,
of all these right swinger...
All they do is carp,
all they do is try to condemn.
Nothing to gain,
So so sick,
of all these creatures who they call themselves humans.
Of all their dense belligerent complain.

March 23, 2009

Love Song

Let's get aways from this place you and I,
and go somewhere where the air is fresh,
the grass is always green,
the birds chirp happily into the day.
The streets are quiet during the night,
nothing but the light glistering from the front porce,
with crickets croacking through the darkness of our sleeping hours,
where there is only peace and harmony,
no room from pain and destress,
violence or greed,
just like a warm day after winter,
you and I could run away together.

Don't question me why we must go,
for there is not absolute reason,
darkness is creeping closer,
too much hidden,
things kept as secret,
things and people who larch around during the night,
shadow out like a phantom trying to seek it's prey,
we will leave to prepare for the future we will meet,
let's leave this place behind,
to find a better place for you and I.
A place without sadism,
with streets full of people talking during the night and day,
with loud screeching of cars driving by,
poluting the air that we need to survive.

As we travel we will seek,
a home that will have wild flowers in the field,
fireplace with wood buring bright red,
siting by the campfire outside making s'mores,
with bunch of stars shining brightly while we feel the warm gentle air,
where deers leaving there scent on tree stems to mate,
where the animals and creatures are your friends and roommate,
where nature surrounds us everywhere we look,
Let's get away from this place and escape,
together a new future we will make.

March 2, 2009

How will the World end?

Response to: Mullen: Iran has fissile materials for bomb,

How will this world end?
Will it end with man kind ridding itself from the face of earth?
Will people ever have enough,
enough bloodshed and malice?
Why seek harmony by creating an uproar,
What is right and what is wrong?
How long,
how long will this battle between good and evil last?
Who is good and who is evil,
Does it make a differences when both are dying,
Does it makes a differences when lives are taken?

How will this world end?
Will it end with man kind destorying all natures' resources?
Will people ever learn,
ever learn that bliss is to be earn?
What good is materials?
It is just a thing that does not fulfil,
fulfil the emptiness insides of man.
What is precious and what is not?
Does it matter if people do not open their eyes,
open their eyes to see that they are tarnishing lives?

January 31, 2009

Thank God Bush is no longer the President.

Quotes from the former President from BBC News:

"I want to thank my friend, Senator Bill Frist, for joining us today. He married a Texas girl, I want you to know. Karyn is with us. A West Texas girl, just like me."
Nashville, Tennessee, 27 May, 2004

B rings out the stupidness in everyone because he
U ses big words he doesn't understand trying to
S how Americans how to destroy their economy faster by
H iding money from them and spending it on himself.

"I think war is a dangerous place." Washington DC, 7 May, 2003

doesn't know
Anything about war
Because he's never been

"You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test.''
Townsend, Tennessee, 21 February, 2001

Bush talks about teaching children to read,
but reading is what he himself should seek,
a three year old is probably smarter,
he's probably dumber than his daughter.

"Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB/GYN's aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country."
Poplar Bluff, Missouri, 6 September, 2004

Doctors are a fan
of Bush because he helps them
become a good pimp