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#24.Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic
why we're into
what we do when we're
if we've shared a straw
if we've made out
if we've slept together
if we've held hands
while walking at night
if you always think of me
if you check my blog every once in a while
if you stalk my Facebook profile
if we talk about our future together
if we look into each other's eyes
if we have confessed to the other
not even me.
#23.Boys and Babies
Boys are dirty
Boys are bad
Boys are horny
They make me so mad
They'll tell you they love you
They'll tell you they care
Most of it isn't true
They just want to stare
But I do love babies
My Purpose.I wonder why I live,
Is it to serve a purpose,
To save a soul lost at sea,
To become a War Hero,
Or to save the world somehow,
Or can I live for nothing,
Just a wanderer on these empty plains,
Or do I truly have a purpose,
Just hidden from my sight?
A World That Lost it's GreenOceans crawl back to regain their turf.
We all predicted a land devoured by the surf.
And all the islands that are drowning all scream.
In a world that lost its green.
All life dragged off. Out by the waves.
The omega for the profit we crave.
A science that one chooses to believe.
Is one that houses dangers to which we stay naive.
When we face mortality down on our knees.
When humanity's sun falls into the sea.
It will be far too late to grieve.
In a blanket of algae.
We are given technology for the future's page.
Yet insist on choice fuel from the industrial age.
Choking in a cloud of certain death.
One by one we use up our last clean breaths.
Is M.A.D. what gives it it's worth?
A fitting grave for all of the earth.
Is it possible to live life fully free?
In a world that lost it's green.
Another Quick Poem.People often ask me if I’m mad or insane,
If I think this just some sort of crazy game,
A trial and Error fit for a king,
Acting like this is just a crazy fling,
Treating it like our love is worth nothing,
But let me tell you this,
For it be true,
Our love is real,
And it is only between me,And you.
Words as swordsWords,
they are the swords
no one does see.
They appear so harmless,
yet they can become
the writer's greatest strength.
With symbols as easy as letters,
writers are capable
to breathe life into these
white, dead sheets of paper.
that once were in their imagination
become so real,
And once the reader was free
writers can climb to their minds
like their words are soldiers
holding close their readers.
they are the swords
of the mind.
Blood on the RootsBlood on the Roots
Innocent man for the guilty jury
Judged for the sake of decree
Innocence died and Hell broke free
He isn’t blind but you can’t see
Dead, the man who breathed life
Prune the tree with the sacred knife
Sin taken as the executioner’s wife
This one died for the sake of strife
Rotting failure of all mankind
Seek your end and ye shall find
Twisted tale and twisted noose
These and other obscene truths
How we could cast out, crucify, and kill one of our own
We deserve to drown, weighed down by sin’s stone
Jesus Was a GingerJesus was a ginger and he lived in Galway Bay
he had some magick freckles and a love of Guinness Stout
Ma lived in the Village Knock
where she knit him woollen sweaters
everything was fine and dandy
until one day the Bankers came
when they told a sterling lie
that bled dear Ireland dry
so Jesus went to the hardware shop
where he meant to buy a whip
but when he did he left in shame
for he couldn’t foot the cost of tine
I hear he moved to Boston
Unnamed wolfUnnamed wolf
There is a dark
in the forest.
mercy. No sanctuary.
Reach for the sky
And pierce the heavens,
It's a tired lie
When they say we can
Never dream big.
This is our home,
Made by our own hands,
Where our souls roam
Across these gray lands
That never end.
That grunt, roar, and scream;
Suits, never stop moving
If death lived here,
Then there would be no
One else; yet fear
exists like disease
without a cure.
The ones who talk
Walk the path of bent
Truth; they just squawk,
Life is a game
Built for thinking men
Who, for a name,
Would risk everything,
Even their souls.
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