Like tiny deer ticks
Insecurities bleed us dry.

What "justice" is there in violent retaliation?
You, we, are not making any progress with ******
Goes for all sides
Families are left destroyed
Hearts ache
We wake tomorrow to do it all over again
With the idea that one more life may equal peace

I'm holding strong
Tight, so close the edges blur
Lines that once defined us
Now entwine us
Even though we are no longer the same
Your breath still warms my cheek
Heart still dances to your beat
We watch as the years pass
Age lines, laughter leaving it's mark
With time passing I wonder
If our eyes will find each other
At the end
Or if, like so many other's grip
We will slip away

I may not have the wealth,
The fame,  or the power

I may not have the gold,
The bronze, or silver

I may not have the beauty-
Of the  body, or of the face

I may not be the best-
Woman,  citizen or race

I may not see what they can
Or make loud noise like their laugh

I may not have this world
But having your love  is enough.

She was like the wind, everywhere at once and suddenly not there at all,
She was madness, she was irrational, she was blinded by love,
She was passion in itself, her soul always one step ahead of her body,
She was the girl who always loved too much, always gave too much and always hurt too much,
She conjured up lightning with her words,
She spilled oceans onto pages and then drowned in the storm,
She was the dreamer who never really woke up,
Love was always just out of reach, laughter was always a step ahead of her,
She was madness, she was lightning and she was love,
"I must get my soul back from you", she said, "I'm killing my flesh without it".
She still lingers on, in between the pages of the Bell Jar, hiding in poetry that touches your soul,
She still lingers on, waiting for the day he returns her soul back to her so she can laugh in colors again.

Arms Dealers


So what I deal in weapons, yes I sell death

But does it not bother you about who uses them

Why should it, I'm in business to make money
If it wasn't me then it would be someone else

So what about all the hundreds of innocent men women
And children being slaughtered on a daily basis with
The weapons you sell

Well my friend view it this way, without me they
Would be getting chopped with machetes and axes
You could say I'm giving them a quick clean death

Please don't call me your friend. So you consider it right
That the five year old bloodstained girl in the photo
Had a quick clean death

Well she won't be able to have kids of her own now
She's dead. With the world population explosion I think
I'm helping governments out with my own method
Of birth control

How can you sleep at night with a clear conscience

Its easy, I just sell a product, its not me who pulls the trigger
Now excuse me I have an appointment