Marching Off To War

all the poets
simply stood idly by.
Watched and took notes
while the world burned
and the people marched
off to war,
wrapped in an all encompassing
ball of fuzz
eliminating doubt and questions.
Marching off to war.

On Your Knees And Crawl

Crawl
to your master.
Crawl
to your savior.
Crawl
to the one that controls you.
Crawl across bloody minefields,
salvation lies awake
awaiting the first
desperate soldier
to stumble across her
and drink her all down
in one last desperate attempt
to escape the threshing fields.

Animal Scream

Guess what I'm wishing for
when I stare into your face.
Can you hear what I gasp
as I fall farther and farther
away from you
and into the pit.
Can you hear my animal scream
ripped from my lungs
once I realize I'll never see you again.

Delerious Dream

Can you be real?
For you are far too good to be true,
I want to know
what our truth is
but I'm scared
that if I poke and prod
and ask too many open ended questions
that I will awake
the bubble will pop
and this will all have been a dream.
But even if
this turns out to be a delirious dream
then the past 3 weeks
have been the best waking dream
I have ever had.

More Questions

Dumbo knows how to fly
but he's forgotten how to live.
Too much dancing with the razor
will drain the energy from the strongest of men.
Once the crayons are all broken
who will be your blank canvass?
Will you tell me how to live
if I show you how to die?

Honest Hitchhikers (Silver Sun Rip)

Totally sedated
living through the ages.
Join in the last hurrah
with open sores and open palms.
One foot already in the grave
'cause the seal was broken
by the time
the misaddressed package
arrived at my house.
Assorted true fictions
let out with a yelp.
Signifying,
a down turn in the proceedings.
On foot on the shattered floor
while a bleeding voice
gives directions
over a staticy p.a.
Go ask mommy, dearest
for permission
to slip away in the night.
Hopefully never to return.
To always move on
never doubling back
to pick up honest hitchhikers.

Time Out For A Rant

Okay, so I won't bore with the whole damn story, but let it be said once again, that parents are dumb shits that jump to conclusions and never understand what's going on in their teenagers head.

A Writing Workshop With An Unorginal Writer

A 5 coloured room
filled with graying hair
bald spots
and unfulfilled dreams.
The windows are pried open
a clock across the street
watches and marks
the slow progress
of a time
in a boardroom
in a sleepy inner city.
A train rolls on by
and Chinatown buzzes
Favourite authors
story recommendations
and writing advice
are all tossed around
as my pen flips and flops
between living and dieing.
The jumpy, twitchy energy
flowing through the room
makes my pen
want to jump
and scream for joy.
Hooray it cries
The hole is unplugged
I can write again!
As long as my pen
doesn't die

Jet Black Lady

Dear Jet Black Lady
who's oblivious to me.
Follow me down
into the flowing green grass
and see how evil we can be.
We waste our breath
arguing over who's the best,
while overseas
people argue
over where the bodies will be pilled.
Homemade surgeries
are the best they can be,
they may cut out the cancer
but unless you know
how twisted we can be
your limbs will merge together
in this ice cold melting pot.
And come out the other side.
At least we hope it reemerges.
We don't exactly have all the kinks worked out yet.

Unforsaken Soul

Karma is far more vicious
than any torture device I could devise
to wreak my vengeance
my long over due revenge
on your warm yet unforsaken soul.

The Barrios Are Burning

Hey apathetic middle class,
do you smell what I smell?
It's the smell and the sound
of the barrios burning.
If you don't respond
to the haunted cries from the ghetto,
then they will respond with their own answers.
Ones formed in the brutal fire of self survival,
they will answer you with suicide bombers
and your precious suburbs
will run red with your spilt blood.

As The Smoke Clears

And now as the smoke clears
I can almost see through the light
there's a chance to save my life
to say what's right
to maybe even stay the night.
Because it's a damn
sight, better than what
I would be doing
if I were to be alone tonight.

Of Who Will I Dream?

If I lay here
if I simply fell asleep here
of who would I dream?
Who would wander
into my mind
and free me from the darkness
that I once cherished
but has now become my tomb.
Although I don't remember my dreams
I will always remember your face
when it graces my dreams

Help Lines & Suicides

Help Lines & Suicides
Helplines and suicides
I'm scared to look at you in the eye.
I can try and take this
one day at a time.
I can try and make a list
of all the ways I care.
Maybe then you'll understand,
it's in the way I stare.
No matter what else is going on
I hear your voice
or see your face
or even read your words
and everything else melts away.
I've put my faith into my words,
and prayed to someone
that they won't fail me now.
My words
are completely useless
when put to the test.
They pale in comparison
to the light that shines
when I think of you.

Open My Eye

In lieu of our regularily scheduled depressing poetry, I have a happy poem written about someone that means a lot to me.

You make wanna
try and live again.
To open up my eyes
and see the world
for what it truly is.
For I no longer wish
To walk alone in the darkness.
It's time for us
to walk together in the light.
Any mistakes I may make
would be nothing
compared to the mistake
that I would make
if I let you go

Sad Star

your sad star
Still shines down
Lighting up the path
So I know
how to return
To where you'll meet me
Eventually

if you listen to me singing and playing guitar, you may know this as part of the chorus for Song For Erika, changed around to be not so depressing



Oh buddy, check out how many posts!!!!

You're Still The

You're still the sigh that is in my lungs
You're still the smile that is on my lips
You're still the itch on my fingertips
You're still the sight that sticks in my eyes
You're still the bang that lingers in my ears

Price To Play

what price would I play
To ensure this turns out all right?
How many drafts would I write
To make sure the ending is happy?
How many lives would I cast off
To make sure that in the final scene
We are all satisfied?

Seen The Power, Seen The Faith

I've seen the power
That a holy place brings
I've seen the faith
In a lonesome child's face
But there are few things
That can compare
To travelling far far away
And spending twice that time
Coming back home
Anxious
To see you again

Life Is Smores

life is so much more
Than money and toys
There are ways to have fun
That can never be bought
For a 75% discount
At your local Wal Mart
Look at the one you love
Then look at where you are
There are millions of things
You can do without
Spending a dime
Thousands Of ways
You can spend some time
Without needing a rhyme

Reap The Stolen Harvests

when we walk into those fields
We reap the harvest
That others have sown
it's not theft
At least not yet
We do not intend to steal
But we need to survive
They stole from us
So what gives them the right
To say that we can't
Steal it right back
But there are somethings
Even we cannot steal
Once you've looked
Me straight in the eye
I know when you are about to lie

Keep Up Girl

This kind of love is hard to find
keep up girl or you'll be left behind
Dropped back and forced
To swallow dust as we charge
Onward and onward
What are we doing
In the relentless march
of time as we march
Onward and backward
Turning around in circles and circles
Never knowing
What we're living for
Let alone
What we were dieing for.

A Double Header: Candles Burn & Married In The Dead Of The Night

Candles Burn
Candles burn
Just like the witches
Conjuring dreams
After black masses
Shadows dance
Dip and dive
Creating stories
Too gory to hide

Married In The Dead Of Night
Though the church was deserted
We still were married
In the dead of night
When no one was around
To see the glorius unity
Of two souls
One dark and one light
Joining forever and ever
Or at least
Untill she gets ahead

Rusty Swings

on rusty swings we play
Getting higher as we go
Flighing off
into the ether
Never ever wanting
To come back down
so Give me one last push
And I'll blast off
In a wave of smoke
Into the atmosphere
Where I promise
To never look down
And never to look back
What's done is owed
We've all gotten high
From flying on the swings