We Are The Same

We Are The Same

I should be afraid of you

But I cannot figure out why

We are both the same

Just creatures living on the same rock

Eating, sleeping and making babies

That is all we were meant to do

So, since we are brothers, I will not harm you

And I trust you will not harm me

For today, tomorrow and forever

Let us both live and be as happy as we can

That is my wish for you my friend

And I hope that it is your wish for me

Passageway To Heaven

Passageway To Heaven

It is such a beautiful walk

Lined by trees which have seen much

Leaves and grasses line your way

Giving you cool breezes as you walk

And leading you to a temple

The passage between Earth and Heaven

Where God hears our prayers

And He gives us His love

Mother Nature

Mother Nature

We should know better

We shouldn’t challenge her

I don’t even think we could

We are the ones who need her

She would be better off without us

But still we do not respect her

And we sure do not love her

So, she will lay in her gardens and wait

Wait for the moment we go too far

And she will shake us off like fleas

Then she will start all over again

And she will hope that she gets it right

Carpe Noctem

Carpe Noctem

He was born in the darkest of night

No lights anywhere to be seen

Even the angels fled to safety

Through his whole life he embraced the night

Hiding from the hatred light

Demons welcomes him into their home

And he fit in better than he should

No one knew about his desires

No one knew that he feared the light

And the evil world that it created

Even in his moment of death he rejected the light

His lips formed as the last breath left his body

And you could hear the words “Carpe Noctem”

“Seize the night,” the way he lived

And the way he died

An Afterlife Of Books

An Afterlife Of Books

When my life finally ends

I do not wish to go to Heaven

Nor do I wish to go to Hell

Find a way to take my soul

Into a library with a million books

Please leave me there for my eternity

Do not mourn for me for I am happy

Surrounded by so many stories

I’ll have plenty to do in my forever

But, believe me between all of the words

No matter what I read or how I feel

I will always think of my love for you

That will be my real eternity

When my life finally ends

I do not wish to go to Heaven

Nor do I wish to go to Hell

Find a way to take my soul

Into a library with a million books

Please leave me there for my eternity

Do not mourn for me for I am happy

Surrounded by so many stories

I’ll have plenty to do in my forever

But, believe me between all of the words

No matter what I read or how I feel

I will always think of my love for you

That will be my real eternity

Whatever

Whatever

There are so many complaining

Tearing apart traditions years old

Not willing to listen or even discuss

They just want to start arguing

And creating hate between people

It is too bad that just because they speak

They assume everyone listens

But if they don’t take time to vote

Or, if they live in a distant country

Worse, if they just make a movie

Their opinions really mean nothing

So just shut your collective mouths

No one will listen to your meaningless words

And the only opinion you will hear

The only one which means anything

Is when everyone has the chance to think

And they will all just say “Whatever”

And get on with their lives

The Edge Of The Universe

The Edge Of The Universe

At the edge of The Universe

Time is just beginning

And time is just ending

All events have never happened

So, they may all be changed

They have also already happened

Thus, can never be different

It is a single particle of time

Which may or may not exist

Not in past, present or future

Yet, in all three at one time

It will probably never be understood

And will always be a mystery

Created by God just because he could

Redhead’s Curse

Redhead’s Curse

I have known you forever

I have seen both sides of you

The demon with a temper

Which rivals Hell itself

And an angel with a love

Which makes Heaven seem sad

I have always loved you

And I always will

But there is one thing I need to know

Other than mine, which I freely gave

How many souls have you taken

And how many do you still have

River Of Tears

River Of Tears

Flow river flow

From the mountains

Through the valleys

Down to the oceans

Passing so many people

Please collect their tears

And wash them all away

So they will never be seen again

I Am Your Dreams

I Am Your Dreams

Let him fall asleep

I will rise from his body

Like a phoenix from a fire

I will create a new world

Maybe a new universe

All depends on how I feel

I can find as many loves as I want

And make love to any woman I see

Breaking hearts and destroying empires

I will be a king or a god among men

Or maybe I will bake bread

Whether I make demons on a million bunnies

It won’t ever matter

Once his eyes open, he will remember nothing

All of my efforts will fade away as he wakes up

Except the damn bunnies

He will always remember those bunnies

My Smiling Dunny

My Smiling Dunny

My job is the lowest of the low

Cleaning rooms where people have to go

I have seen so much

Most would make you cry for me

But I have to handle it all

When I get the chance

I try and change my corner of the world

My spirit flies when I am not too serious

So, if you need to use my room

I will warn you to look around

Just before you have a seat

Something may be looking at you

And maybe you will think of me

And you will smile knowing that I am smiling

Just as big as that seat which you will use

Just Be You

Just Be You

You know who you are

What you want to be

Who you want the world to see

But when you go out people look

They think that you are a freak

Someone to be ignored

Just because you look different

You shouldn’t worry though

They do not know you

They do not see what you see

You are you and you cannot be anyone else

So be yourself and don’t try to please them

You are perfect and that is the best you can be

Just live, be happy, and be you

That will really piss them off

Notre Dame

“Notre Dame”

A morning in April the world changed

And something which no one ever expected

Happened to a building in Paris

Hell reached up and grabbed a piece of Heaven

And the cathedral of Notre Dame burned

Millions cried as God’s soldiers fought the blaze

So much history and so much religion died that day

The fire turned the cathedral into a smoldering skeleton

Even after the inferno some of the faith survived

Icons and relics collected over the centuries

Rose from the ashes into the morning sun

As long as just one relic or one stone had made it through

Notre Dame will live forever

Blue-Green Earth

Blue-Green Earth

Once man takes his last footfall

When his influence died off with him

Nature will once again rise up

And it will take a very short time

For man to be totally forgotten

Jungles and swamps will reappear

Erasing the building and roads

The deserts will fade away

And the Earth will again be blue-green

The way that she was meant to be

And the way she will remain

For as long as man is forgotten

The Heat Of Winter

The Heat Of Winter

I used to hate when snow came

All of the cold and falling

The bleakness of everything

There was nothing to love

Winter will be here in a few days

With no snow or cold

And everything is still leafy trees

And millions and millions of flowers

So, I cry when I look out of the window

I miss the snow and the ice on the windows

Maybe I will put on my shorts and tee

But my thoughts will be about the snow of home

I will go out and get a sunburn again

And complain about the heat of winter

Just like everyone else does

Walk Away From the World

Walk Away From the World

It wouldn’t bother me

If my neighbors were five miles away

I wouldn't care if I had no cell phone

No WIFI wouldn’t bother me

Neither would a lack of TV or newspapers

I would not need a thing man has to offer

I would want a stream with some fish

A tree to sleep under

And maybe a cricket to chirp at night

That could happily be my life

If I could just walk away from the world

And leave it all behind

The Beauty Of Cobblestone

The Beauty Of Cobblestone

I remember a sound

One which is not heard any longer

Almost extinct in American cities

That was the sound was walking or riding

On a cobblestone street

Bikes made the most annoying noise

But it was also the most beautiful

There was something most people knew

A cobblestone street has an artistic beauty

Created my masters who knew what they did

One by one they have been covered up

Torn out or just abandoned

Europe keeps them alive

Making sure the next generation knows them

If only America could learn something

A valuable lesson they have seem to have forgotten

Not everything old should be replaced

And not everything new is better

The Flower At The Grave

The Flower At The Grave

He hates walking through cemeteries

It isn’t all of the tombstones

Nor is it the sadness of loss

His eyes tear up when he sees certain graves

Ones where the deceased are forgotten or ignored

No one ever mourns for them

Has there ever been a tear shed for them

Does anyone even know that they are there

He stops at each one and each person by name

Leaving a single flower on each one

And saying a prayer for each person

He knows it probably doesn’t make a difference

At least not to anyone he knows

But if just one soul smiles because of him

He believes that he made a difference

And that makes him happy

A Place For Dreams

A Place For Dreams

By R.e. Taylor

I always learned the same thing

The dreams you have come from the mind

Intellectual and well thought out

With hidden meanings

Known only to some but not by all

I never believed any of that

The dreams I have come from my heart

They never show my intellectual thoughts

I let my emotions flow within them

They tell what I should do, how I should feel

So, I don’t need anyone to tell me the meanings

I know in, not my mind, but rather in my heart

The place where dreams belong