murder

You can easily end a life with a single pluck.
Time will be destroyed.
White blood drips from the severed limbs.
The product,
although beautiful and proud,
will only last a few days before the life is completely drained from its body.
The perfection will remain till the sun goes down,
then the petals close in serenity,
and the blossoms shrivel into nothing.

love is like oxygen

the greatest thing
you'll ever learn
is just to love
and be loved in return

an understatement

i held her head in my hands as her bullet hole pumped red.
although it all happened so fast, it was very defined.
i hadnt done anything to stop my hand,
lifted the gun and with a loud crack, she exploded.
she held my unborn baby in her tummy
it would die today too.

she told me that i didnt have to do it.
she said i could take it back
make it right
it could be someone else... she could change her fate

she spoke, and as i was too distracted to listen, english became tongues
there was one other in the room. telling me to run
to forget
to leave them behind and flee
and as the devil on my right told me to run it stifled the voice of my shoulder angel.. so i turned.
And as I turned, and began to run a force stopped me and pulled me in closer to my victim of love. Hate. Rejection. Fear
And her forehead split down the center and shot out two bullets.
The bullets I had released into her.
And as I felt the cool tingles of aproaching death, she whispered
"You don't get off that easy"

lullaby

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep...

...eyes flutter shut and breathing slows
I hope in dreams your face it shows.
But dreams they seem to disappoint
As in them lies a hollow point.
No face I see but darkness still
And hear my cries no ears will.
As tears fall and wake my eyes
I hear in me a part that dies.
And all I need is a soft embrace
But nowhere to be seen in this place.
You've vanished far beyond these sheets
And I cannot hear your soft heartbeats.
So sleep deprived I slowly drift
Back into my nightmare swift.
And I pretend to hold you near
And to press your heart against my ear.
To hear the rythym of your beat
To drift me slowly off to sleep.
I find it hard to wake from my slumber
Because a lonely day does quite a number.
So here I lay, not warm nor safe
And here inside my cold heart shakes.

So now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take.

good will hunting :)

So if I asked you about art,
you'd probably give me the skinny on every
art book ever written.
Michelangelo, you know a lot about him.
Life's
work,
political aspirations,
him and the pope,
sexual orientations,
the whole works, right?
But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells
like in the Sistine Chapel.
You've never actually stood there and looked up
at that beautiful ceiling;
seen that.

If I ask you about women,
you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites.
You may
have even been laid a few times.
But you can't tell me what it feels like to
wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.

You're a tough kid.
And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right,
"once more unto the breach dear friends."
But you've never been near one.
You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his
last breath looking to you for help.

I'd ask you about love,
you'd
probably quote me a sonnet.
But you've never looked at a woman and been
totally vulnerable.
Known someone that could level you with her eyes,
feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you.
Who could rescue
you from the depths of hell.
And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her
angel,
to have that love for her,
be there forever,
through
anything, through cancer.
And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in
the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could
see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you.
You
don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something
more than you love yourself.
And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody
that much.
And look at you...
I don't see an intelligent, confident
man...
I see a cocky, scared shitless kid.

You're an orphan right?
You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been,
how
you feel,
who you are,
because I read Oliver Twist?
Does that
encapsulate you?

shooting star etiquette

Over the past few days I have seen three shooting stars.
Three.
I have been taught since childhood that you always take the opportunity to wish on a falling star, because who knows the next time you will see one?

So I witness these stars falling from the heavens and I can't help but wonder...
.... what are the rules?
What are the specifications that a wish must meet in order for the gods to deem it worthy of being granted?

As I pondered what wish I should make I wondered...
....how long do I have to make said wish?
If I wait too long... will my wish not count?
If I don't make my wish in time, will I be able to make the same wish later?
If I start to wish and I start bumbling and mix up words in my head, will it be too late to start over?

And as I mumbled and fucked up my wish I thought...
...how are the wishes sorted out anyway?
If one star is bombarded with thousands of wishes at once, who's wish comes true,
Or is it more than one?
What if the wishes contradict each other and the star has to choose between the two, what is the deciding factor?

And what are the guidlines of a wish?
What are the rules or boundaries that make a wish acceptable to be wished?
What if my wish would have granted one person I cared about incredibly happiness... but would bring nothing but pain to another?
What if my wish wasn't politically correct?
Would my wish even be considered?

And as I decided my wish probably wouldn't even count anyway I thought...
....why give up on something, an idea since childhood that brought so much happiness?
Why stop an impulse of wishing on every star that falls
Just because maybe that wish won't come true

So i closed my eyes and wished hard.
For what, you ask?
I can't tell you or it won't come true.

the new year

so this is the new year
And I don't feel any different
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance
In the distance

So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For self assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions

So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one

I wish the world was flat like the old days
So I could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes or speedtrains or freeways
There'll be no distance that could hold us back
There'll be no distance that could hold us back

So this is the new year
So this is the new year
So this is the new year
So this is the new year...