Crosses

From the ashes,
a cross becomes real
from the burning metal,
and from broken steel.
Some crosses are burned,
some crosses are brail.
Some crosses are for healing, as
other crosses bare betrayal.

From the ashes, from the fire and the dust
some crosses cannot be trusted,
some crosses live inside of us!

Some crosses are broken,
some crosses carry chains.
the purpose for a cross
is to show dignity

Crazy Horse Ways

Crazy horse People,
living their crazy horse ways,
what can you say to yours?
As you live life like an insane fool,
what can you do if your not guy?

Like chocolate and candy,
like sprikles to,
what I say goes your way?
like eating more protein,
you know you can eat bugs to,
but who am I kidding any ways?

Crazy Horse Ways,
what can you say?
Life is almost out of control,
so what do you have to say?

Cold Hot Chocolate

Cold hot chocolate,
thinking of something new,
time was a disbeliever,
as I was one too!

Time is a testemony,
as life was one too!
I guess everyone was too crazy,
to find out something new!

Too worried about nothing,
too worried about greed,
war was far from over,
as love was starting to bleed!

Thin as ice cold water,
"thick as a brick,"
time was too short
for this kind of bliss!

Cold Hard French Fries

Funk, rhyme, the reason,
plan as thoughts reach,
words without meaning,
as the reflections of girls
setting in their seats

the random voice in the mirror
pillows in the minds,
sauage and spagetti
the wicked rhyme of reason
teddy bears in their chairs
and the sweet sound of mold
and cigarettes melting away in the air

The air has run dry,
Books on the shelf, a hard cold french fry
the view of a pocket love keychain
the blend of anything
pass the white coat that seats

Child of A Birth

To the birth of my baby sister, 1997

A child of a birth,
is a child of life,
something more then
what we think.
Nothing less then us,
but more from up
above.

A child of a birth,
is a child of happiness,
and what its worth
is more then what its worth.
That's what a I say of a child of a birth.

Cause of Death

Oh, pain that wearies,
over the thrust of death,
caused by a situation,
unreasonable cause of stress!

In to the mouth of heaven,
oh, the body woes,
fall into a dream of visions,
to what I saw, my demands of life just goes!

Unspeakable sinsations situations,
oh, how the mind plays games,
falling into depression,
pain was a loss of what felt best
as I lost the way!

Looking upon the question,
should we choose to live,
I was a child of another,
but I still have faith in something,
something more than death!

Caught In A Book

What is that feeling you get?
The feeling when you don't know
what's going to happen next?
The feelings of nervousness and despair,
the tension, the sweat,
feeling your heart beating a half a step.
The tingling in your hair, your heart beating faster
and louder as your throat becomes dry.
As your head starts to pound louder.
You hear a noise, you hear small sounds of chatter,
Wanting for that opening, to find out what's the matter.
As you put the book down, you begin to fall asleep,
Thinking about the memories of each scene.
As you conscious awakes, You keep on reading.

Built In Us

The elements of darkness
destruction from our hands
democracy and mortal judgement
and the idea of freedom
as it brings choas to the holyland

the instinct to murder
the instinct to kill again
the needs to want compassion
and needs to hold someone's hand

Built in us, a holy spirit
built in us, is just sand
Sand that stands still
what are you going to do?
what's built in me
is the choice to choose!

(Art by Mark Szalos-Farkas, "Defected," 2004-10-09, http://www.epilogue.net)

Burning the Inside Out, Off of Something New

Buring the inside out,
those feelings that make you unsoft,
you need to get a hold of your self man,
before you let your anger off.

You must be tempted to see,
you must be tempted to dream,
because sometimes everying
seem to be like some messed up dream.

Hitting off those old slackers,
man you must of known!
I can't stand that burn,
that burn that eats my soul.

Listening to Bob Dylan,
I must of known of those tunes,
because music helps you,
it helps you to let go of those burdens,
it helps you to something new!

Blue Glass/ Silver

Oh, thinking of tomorrow!
Oh, how the storm may grow?
Oh, what is the question?
That question to which you know?

Listening to David Bowie,
picking out his crazy tunes,
is there enough room here for me and you?

Asking that question of that why?
Why did the birds begin to fly so high?
Hi ho, slipper silver,
I need room to grow!
Can I see that you trying to see
the other side of so!
Or was time just a question to that unknown?

Before and After

Looking in on before, not caring before about after,
as costal patience walks past us
we don't see the cause of laugher

Moments of rememberance, moments that we'd missed,
remembering about the times we had fun,
were the times we should really missed!

Historically revising, stories of the past,
times in class, as I wonder, (then) goes by so fast!

Questions to fallin' reasons, purpose of a choice,
we tend to forget the laughter, we forget about the noise!

Making bad decisions, our own reference to choice,
what we choose to remember,
soon becomes another voice!
Can we help these feelings, the feels that seem to go off,
before the act of doing, it's the after where we get lost!

Blue

The color of blue, the sea,
the sky, and of you;
The colors of blue can
persiad you with new.
As I see that color in my stone,
sapphire is my color, my light , and my tone.
so love your color, love you stone,
think of someone of thy own.

Anything, But New

Anything, but new.
leaving home,
lying quickly,
thinking about...
...what's new?

Dying Quickly,
this empty-ness
inside.
Descent, passing on through...
Hoping to dream.
A thick cloud of...
of water,
razor blades.

Atmosphere,
earth at our feet!
Waiting for dinner,
the limits of a country;
remote from the sea.

Anxious Mr. Meaner

Anxious Mr. Meaner
can't wait around for anything,
he has too much to worry about
as it's hard for him to think.

He worries too much about other people's
problems, he doesn't even worry about his own.
He's a nervous reck when he's working,
as he 'tends' to walk alone.

He's anxious to get ready,
as he's anxious to get done,
he is a mean Mr. loser,
that has no time for fun.

He doesn't look for accuses,
he always wants to be right,
he's a sad kind of person,
that stays awake at night.

Another Day To Remeber (Changes!)

To all those who believe in a second chance!!

(Waiting, a long time from now,
now remembering, Now!)
It was a time to remember
the day that our lives had past us by
in the hard throb of September.

It was like yesterday...like a child
remembering those days of happiness
...falling away into the clouds, not caring about whatever?

What was important, what do we care about now?
Those earn long days of summer play?
Those important feelings for love?
Those ideas of burens?
Wishing for trying or forgetting the possiabilities of changes?

When you realize...when you had something,
the second it's there, you don't realize it until it's gone!
The Moments that we take for granite (sometimes)
We need to remember, we need to remeber,
because that's all we've got!

Another Day to Live!

another way to see
how could it become
this vision that I do not see!

In my time of darkness
in my time of prayer
I need to find myself
I need to see what's truly there!

Not repeating judgment
not repeating weird
I need to refocus
on the ideas of those who care!

Another Day After Mourning

In memory of John!

Another day after moarning,
another day to live,
life was our treasure,
and love was our tole in life.

Another day after all,
another day to call our own,
sometimes I think,
of just staying at home.

Another day of something more,
another day of love,
sometimes the only things,
come from the things we done!

Allure au revoir!

To what became of this, allure, desire,
this feeling for lost love?
To want,
to have,
to hold and to share,
was this just a thing of the past?

Did the need
for sex,
for lust,
give us any power
in a society of conservatism?

A World Without Trust

Tomb stones sinking into the grave
kids no longer running in the streets
homeless people decaying heavenly
as I looked towards an open saft

Shootings from the south side
shootings from the east
a war zone of terror,
the spreading of a disease.

A world with out truth
a mind without thoughts
a world without people
a world without trust.

A Super Kind of Sugar High Mixed Up Life!

Life might seem to be,
as crazy bears dance in streets.
As life seems to be the kind,
the new kind of high,
sugar helps the craziness ride.

Like a flipped out person
on a bike riding a horse,
it would seems crazy to see
that kind of imaginable force.

Crazy as a dreamer,
crazy as you,
don't think once,
think twice before you lose!

A secret love that I couldn't forget

Oh, how I wish, I could of talked to you
but my heart was not open,
and I didn't come to truth
I couldn't bare the thought,
of being not excepted
but that doesn't matter now,
because that's the way I left it.

I loved you from the beginning,
as I couldn' take you off my mind
our friendship was special,
something so devine.

I loved your essense of beauty
as you've might of felt mine
I wish I could touch your feelings
I wish you could know mine

I love you so, Jackie
Oh, how I wasted that chance
on a secret of something
a friendship that I couldn't forget!

A Purple Painted Glass Vail

Oh, how the wind blows, from the north to the east
oh, how the clouds move beyound the window cell
Looking at the way in which the colors interact
from the reflection of the window
as I see the sky turn into colors from
the reflection of the glass.

Where my thoughts became a dream
where the ideas of math become so what of
in a physical mentality of contraceptions
where did we fall off?

To the perception of pain of my eye lids
to be gazing at the sun
the idealistic boundaries of confusion
came back to the middle-east, as someone sang a song.

Wishing for tomorrow, wishing the day to end
Can we take the dreams of a childhood memory
and make them become our friend?

"Who Comes With Fear"

A man walks fair, but not slow
as he looks past his foot prints.
He sees nothing more then the
emptyness inside, as he walks down
that lonely highway.
He only fears the lonelyness inside
to which he's use to. He's a
stranger that no one knows as he
comes with fear from the eyes of
one man. He's no one of someone,
he's not crazy.
He's just a thinker, but know that
no one knows the truth inside. The
truth of fear that comes around and
takes the mind away from home; only
makes us just live in fear as he
walks away from home.

Witness To Love

I was a seeker, a seeker of love.
I wanted to find it, but it wasn't there.
I'd looked for it everywhere,
but I couldn't find her
because she wasn't there.

A witness of love, I couldn't understand,
I was the seeker of lovining,
but I never found a plan.
Will love find me there in my footsteps,
or will it past me and go past my intensiveness?

Was It Too Long?

As I see it again,
nothing seem the same,
Only time like in a book
was off to the side again.

Did it seem to long,
the question of the song
that didn't make sense to us all?

Was it too long to think about tomorrow,
today or yesterday,
if we didn't even have an answer
to it all?

One to make us feel like if we were whole
like if anyone cared,
what was the world like,
if we did't lose it all in here (our head?)

Waiting For the Sun

Waiting for the sun,
past the sunlight down,
to all who dream,
wait for it to come around!

Smell the ocean air,
watch the seagals gall,
listen to the wind blow,
but don't wait for the rain to fall.

Finding out what's out there!
out in the sea,
but just don't waiting for someone
to come past the harsh fast sea!

Time Was A Vision

Time was a vision
in our minds that we could not see.
We are not alone in our visions,
we are only here to see what we can see.

As I see my visions,
my mind is unopen to what I had thought.
When time has left me,
my bodies given to the earth with it's flowers.
Only the heavens can take me
as I rest my head above the sky.
In this time of symmetry, in this place of love,
only time was a vison that was what it was.

A vision of peace,
only time can kill our thoughts in love at ease.
As temptation follow pass my breath
and above our heads,
can we find that time was a vision that was miss-lead?

The Walls That Fall

Everyone has their dreams,
everyone has something besides the facts,
as every bodies wishing for something better,
we (the people) only know that we hide from that!

As the walls are falling,
as the walls start to crack,
my mother tells me of those happy things,
she tells me about my thoughts to that.

That thing unknown,
that way of show,
what will we know?
If we don't let it go!

Our minds I say,
open up your self,
because a child doesn't know!
until he or she ask of something, what?

The Walls That Crack

Secrets untold, secrects unshared,
mindless matters mix in the air.
Better said then done,
what were those secrets?
of having fun?

Beyond our ears of listening,
beyond our minds of what?
what is the secret of
the things that were untold to us?
What were the mindless matters
that was mix in our heads?
Who knew about the walls that crack
as the sounds came from the attaic?

Did you go to that place?
Where your mind was at?
Somewhere far, but somewhere near,
or was everything full of facts....?

The Never Ending Forever (America My Dear).

You know life's never ending,
you know life never ends,
love is all I have,
So find your passion
in your friends.

Memories is all we have,
memories is all we share,
so baby, remember that the
word of God will live on
past fear.

Remember your baby,
remember your fear,
because the never ending
forever, is right here
(America my dear.)

The Man From Semi-side Blue

A man with reasons, a man with truth,
he learns from mistakes
as if lies were true.

He's from no city, he's from no town,
he's from a place called Semi-side Down.

A place somewhere new,
a place of feelings
somewhere crazy where people feel cool.

His name was unreal, his face was untrue,
he was the man from Semi-side Blue.

Always trying to find a reason,
always trying to find a way,
a way of better-ness to enlighten his day.

No words without wisdom, no truth without fact,
He was a True-Mr. Meaner
who lived just to that!

The Feelings of Disillusion

What was, is, and what is, was.
Mishandled with love, taken down by hate,
the feeling of disillusion
was not that great.
Pain and suffer, as old and new,
only things happen to you and me.

Heart broken, down with the need of renewal,
feelings bring the thought
of a better sense of you.
Not why, and not why not,
but it's about what,
it's about what we've got.

Crossing the Lines of Symmetry

Dream Poem

In the fields of desperation,
I find myself looking on the outside of in.
Outside of something,
I felt that I was looking in on something different.

The sky was changing, the thoughts of empty-ness
crossing the lines of symmetry,
nothing seem right to my distorted bliss.
As the pain of darkness(now)was coming over view,
the skies were changing to the endless piles of blue.

My dreams seem motion-less,
to the scenes of vicious bliss,
the air was dry, as the water was motion-less.
The sky was gray and the waters were blue silver,
I thought away in my head, as the dreams of passion became true.
As I said to myself, everything seems like kill,
my visions of symmetry, were starting to become real!

A Sunday's Never Morning

Waking up to a Sunday's never morning,
thinking of a song in my head.
As I look out my window,
my mind was tripping on the sound of birds instead.

Mixed in all the confusion,
getting breakfast late again,
had to go to church on a daily bases,
as I was tripping again on sin.

Not knowing of the things to come,
waiting for the day,
I was pleased that this Sunday was a little bit different
on the things that stayed the same in my head.

Robert Frost!

A man with words,
a man that speaks with unendless sayings,
with a thought of un-end-less sayings.
Robert Frost was a man of his own,
that talked about the things of thy own.

He spoked about the "House of Fear",
about "The Bear",
and about "The White Tailed Hornet",
a poem that told you about the hornet.

As he talked and as he wrote his stores,
he takes you to a different place out of your worries.
He's a man of many wonders and tries,
just like me, but with more spunk to hear.
Just like life with a high up beat,
Robert Forest was a poet that took me off my feet.