That which is  inexpressible
      cannot be conveyed in words proper
      language is then but a crude tool-
      however smart the philosopher or writer-

      there's an undefinable dimension
      beyond our limited comprehension
      it can only be intuitively felt by the heart
      but the person can't offer any explanation

Sunset kisses,
the ocean’s skin.
Orange light cradles,
in the waves' arms.
And the sky’s darkness,
finds a home,
in the ocean's heart.

My father curses at the men in charge,
He tells me they're driving the world into dust,
But doesn't he know,
That we're just not done for yet?

And whether or not they put Coke ads in the sky,
There will never come a day,
When we are too tired to fight for liberty.

always offered help,
never realizing that
i needed it most.

Give me a well honed
Katana
And I'll walk any street
Straight into
Well deserved defeat.