Half are educated, but not the poet
The poet spent too much time in his passion
And yet, he is wiser than an owl
Why is that?
Is it his philosophy that drives him to ask why? and how?
No, it is his will to accept whatever lies ahead
And paint that on a page with his words, and his soul
And help you to be a poet

love me in my petty sleep, for i'll be with you soon
Love me in my coma creep, love me like the moon.
Glorify my name as i would have done for you
Petrify the trespassers, I would have done that too.
Now forgive me as i pass on to my next life
For i could not have forgiven you, had you turned out my wife

Give me a cup of love and ill drink from it
Even tainted water will do.
And when i am done, I’ll fill it up and pass it on
Much cleaner than what i received
And then I’ll ascend from this world into bliss

I blew into my saxaphone and out the horn came beauty
My brother had the time And so I called him over to hear me
He listened for awhile as i honked with merry cheer
Then when he left I blew again and it was joy to hear
Many decades later as an old man i sat down
I picked up my guitar and i didn't make a sound
All the passion you possess hold on to it tight
For when old age does come to you it may be out of sight

to send away from here
that is my next goal
to get away from my life
that is “how i roll”
to send away
and not come back
might bring me peace at last
and now i'm going, going, going
and soon ill be gone fast

i see the little fish
thier gills, shining in the water
the mino’s and the baby seals
the penguins and the otters
i see the little minos
so hopeless in the water
surely they will never be
an adult or a father
yet, i keep coming back again
and surely, their they are
determination stronger than man
i know they'll make it far
i wish i was a mino,
a little mino in the water

The sky will never bleed
and I know this to be true
The sky will never bleed
not so long as i'm with you
The sky will never bleed
it will never fade away
The sky will hold its ground for us
as i will do the same

Freedom is agnostic
because you can't always tell
whether you ar right or wrong
does no guidance mean no hell?
Freedom is agnostic
because you control your fate
no one told you what to do
but hey, at least you're safe
Freedom is agnostic
of this, i am aware
i will proudly accept my freedom
cause i know at least its fair

I once wished my heart to be
Blest with immortality
I once loved a love so great
A mothers love could not compete
I once played music so attuned to my ears
That my eyes rebelled and casted out tears
My only wish now
of love or of sound
is the music of sleep
May i love this awhile

Glory is immortality
under a different name
An eternity of being loved
An eternity of fame

The Shadow of Regret is cast upon my soul
I wished to give resentment up so, so, long ago
and yet it seems i've still not found glory in my goal
Redemption will not find me heer til’ i regain control
Restitution is the light by which my shadows cast
a light which i shall never know and shall never outlast
The burden laid before me is to much to overcome
and although the odds are stacked against me, still i will not run

Love is a repetition
as is the fate of death
where music thats left in deaths wake
may give hope to children yet

Life is like the Ocean
Cause it stretches far and wide
but my hope when life does dry up
the sea stay by my side