.::. Nine Months .::.

Eight months ago we were somewhat happy together trying to make it work. I gave in to my temptations, violated my principals thinking it would make things better. Of course though our tensions grew and the fighting continued, then one day reality bites. She's pregnant... Now the due date is a month a way, I have heavy suspicions that she was cheating on me.. I don't even know if this kid is mine. How do I get my self into these situations, I don't know. One month away, run far away. Till a morning comes, he day is dawn.

.::. Kryptonite .::.

Green kryptonite, the only variety potentially fatal to Superman, induces lassitude and inertia followed by death if not removed in time from Superman's presence.

You are my kryptonite, whenever I get a call or think of you I become weak. Willing to do any thing just to spend a moment with you. Tonight yet again I give into your cunning ways... Tonight I give into your ruse, knowing all along that you're using me for your own personal gain. Yet being the nice guy I am, and add the fact that I Love you dearly I will play along. Play another game tonight, never blowing out the candle light. Well I do believe that it is true, nice guys do finish last. To all you nice guys out there, don't be afraid to be a dick sometimes.

.::. Final Days .::.

Two days ago,

We met with open arms
Embraced in Loving charm
Strolled through the pines
An insightful time

Two days ago,

The moment came to part
I knew we would grow apart
Sure as twilight strikes
Leaves our afternoon delight

These are our Final Days
Blown Away
Left to torment heart & soul
Love lost in a burning coal
Smoke filled memories
Of what is left to be...
Our Final Days
Of you and me

Yesterday,

I awoke in this pain
Holding you in vain
Leaving me alone and empty
Forced to drink the bottle uprightly

Yesterday,

Blinded in a haze
Stared at the fone in daze
It's done again
I'm alone without being sane

These are my Final Days
Thrown Away
Left to forget my heart & soul
Love smoldered in an extinguished coal
Washing away my memories
Of what will never be...
My Final Days
Without you Loving Me

This poem goes out to you, you know who you are.

.::. War Is Over .::.

Poetry even poorly written can enlighten one's soul and bring a tear to the eye. I ask that you not always judge the poem you read by the way it flows, but by the heart and soul that is flowing out of all of us. The world is sad sad place at times, but remember to always grab hold of the reins and do what must be done. Peace to all, and remember what John and Yoko once told us: The War Is Over... If You Want It
Grab a pen and write a few lines, a rhyme can heal a poem will save.

.::. Leaving Me .::.

Walking along the same old path,
Traveling down that same road again.
You're by my side,
that moment in time.

Leaving me always in a state to cry.
Leaving me always in a state to die.

Good times flow for moments,
But bad times always follow.
As you leave me alone in sorrow,
for a reason I can't see till morrow.

Leaving me always in a state to cry.
Leaving me always in a state to die.

Walking alone that same old path,
Wishing you were here once again.
You've left my side,
this moment in time.

Leaving me now in this state I cry,
Leaving me now in this state I shall die.

.::. Am I Dreaming? .::.

Traveling through fields of purple, pink and green.
Spying the clouds ever changing in the moment remains to be seen.
Running away from ghosts of the past, not quite sure where to go.
Knowing that this day must end, knowing that this dream will die.

.::. Complete .::.

If I Were Me, I Would Be Complete