Why

Why

Why do people tell me what to do?

You have to do this

You're not allowed to do that

Censor what you say

You may offend someone somewhere

Personally, I don't care if I do

Act the same as the norm

Normal is a boring state to be in

I pride myself in being different

Saying yes when everyone says no

Turning right instead of left

Looking up when I am supposed to look down

Who makes the rules people live by?

One time I would like to meet “they”

Even education tried to ruin me

Imagination was wrong

They said that Snow White wasn't real

I think that she was real in her time

We are part of her fairy tales

I will never change my feelings

I will never accept whatever they say

I will take their reality

Discard it

Replace it with my own

I will make my own choices

I will have my own own thoughts

If that upsets them I have just one thing to say

You can just shove it!

Glass Heart

Glass Heart

Such a fragile organ

A heart made of glass

Born pure and flawless

Filled with undying love

It ages with cracks and flaws

Some visible to the naked eye

Some so small they cannot be seen

Every heart of glass breaks

Shatters deep within the soul

Shards can never be replaced

The broken heart can never be fixed

it simply dies a painful death

At least it can feel no pain

Sara

Sara

One minute

One more shot in front of me

The bar is nearly empty

The girl behind the bar has shouted “last call”

Looking into the bottom of the glass

The world looks so beautiful

There is no pain to endure

Memories are gone in a fog

The world is so beautiful

Sara will be at home waiting for me

As she has so many nights before

Two o'clock the bar closes

I walk home through lonely streets

Other drunks wander aimlessly

I have a woman to go to

I get home and wander straight to the bed

Reaching over Sara is gone

Through the fog of alcohol I remember

I laid Sara to rest in the morning sun

Memories return and I cry the night through

Waiting for the bar to once again open

So I can see the world through the bottom of the glass

And Sara will be waiting for me once again

An American Soldier

An American Soldier

A 20 year old veteran sits on the sidewalk

His legs blown off in the Iraqi sand

He obeyed Washington when they told him to fight

He killed when he was told to

He served his country the best he could

Now he has no job and no home

Most people walk by him without a glance

He collects pennies just to buy a hamburger

Money given him by people driving fancy cars

He spends his nights in a shelter

Sharing a room with drug addicts and lunatics

The government doesn't care about him

He lost that when he lost his legs

He will continue to fight

He will fight for food or a bed

He will fight to keep his dignity

What little dignity he has left

He will live and he will be remembered by someone

Maybe by the person who gave him 25 cents one morning

Then again maybe no one will remember him

After all he was just a beggar on the street

And who remembers them

Don't Forget To Dance

Don't Forget To Dance

Dancing to a 4/4 beat

The rhythm takes over our souls

There are no enemies

Just friends sharing the moment

The music affects everyone

Regardless of sex. color or creed

Everyone is having fun

It doesn't matter what the song is

Listen to the music

Feel the rhythm rush through your body

Don't take the time to hate

Take the time to listen, dance and enjoy

Live your life to the rhythms you hear

The days will be brighter

The nights will be more exciting

Just live the beat

and don't forget to dance

Moon

Moon

Grey and dead she floats above us

Marked by a million battles

Her craters and plains add to her beauty

She still smiles down on us

What kind of power does she have

Lighting the Earth through the blackest night

Her face drives some people to complete madness

She lowers inhibitions

The young look on her to fall in love

Even animals howl to sing her praises

Many babies have been created under her light

Even so, very few share her name

She is a goddess everyone worships

Coming and going as she travels

She looks down on the Earth admiring her sister

Loving those who gaze upon her

She asks for nothing in return

Just take the time to look at her

Admire her beauty

And she will keep smiling down on us

The Young Klingon Warrior

The Young Klingon Warrior

A young Klingon warrior

Raised with the taste of blood in his mouth

Trained to never back down

To always fight the good fight

Never to be allowed to quit

His blood runs cold as the battle begins

He will kill a thousand with one blade

Not bothering to look back at the dead

He doesn't care what shows in their eyes

He has just one mission

His soul is to live or die for the Empire

He will never run

As his blood flows onto the ground

He will breathe his last breath

He will die an honorable death

With his death he will be remembered

All will know that he was a true warrior

And he lived his life the way he wanted\

He died the way he wanted

Defending the empire he loved