Taught,
Learn,
People.
People are wanted here,
Here to tell,
And here to lie.
Here to lie to the small children in the front row about how santa is real,
And god controls everything,

As you can see,
Searing heat,
The pain of those words,
Bringing me to my knees.
Crying out in anger,
Cying out in love.
Love that never died.
But you did.

The bands they march,
The player’s hearts,
Going wild inside their chests.
Releasing fuel,
Banging drums,
The feel is great, they know.

Cheering, clapping,
Making their voices hoarse.

I have a dream,
Not a Martin Luther King Jr. dream,
My own dream.
My dream to change the world,
To change someone’s life.
To change my own.
I want to be known as that guy,

I began this odd habit forming game not for fun,
Nor to express my feelings.
I began this game of poetry to win over the people,
The people that mattered.
The people I hadn’t met.

An empty seat,
All alone in the corner.
Wishing, wanting to be filled.
Yearning for that familiar feeling.
The familiar feeling of being loved.

I gather inspiration from everywhere,
Pouring my thoughts from my quill to the paper.
Poetry, what is it but material thoughts?

Beauty, listless love and effortless satisfaction.
The steam and coals of life.
Supporting you through your lowest lows and your highest highs.
In the clouds one day, underground the next.

Beauty…..a trick of the eye
A moment seen at its utmost carefulness
The most wonderful thing, seen only by you.
Don’t you wish there was someone else?

I hold all the cards,
I am in charge,
You don’t know what’s coming up next.
An Ace on the flop,
A nine on the river?
A pack of lies, is all I see.
Sitting there,

Running, sprinting down the road less taken.
Like a caged bird, turning back often to see the followers, all the while knowing I am free.
Free from the troubles of the past.

Evil is a red balloon, floating high above a child’s empty grasp.
Tears, tears pouring out of the child’s eyes like sheets of rain,
Filling a crease in his Oshkosh corduroys.

In a jet black room,
In a jet black city,
In a jet black world,
There is a light.

Not any light,
The light.
The light that would lead.
The light that would lead to life.

All I can say,
It happens that way,
Out of your control.
Loving for the sake of loving.
Sometimes, sometimes, the love is not full.
Not yet love.

I have traveled far and wide.
In the darkness and out of the darkness.
In the rain, and out of the rain- every rain.
Every rain there is, mist to pour.
I walk in this torrent,