And then some I just like...

Some other poems I wrote that I just like :)

June 2006
Sleep

Sleep
where we go to get away from the
World
all the crap and the people and the
Government
screwing up lives, bombing other countries, burning away the
Money
that we don't have, we're so far in debt that we'll never get
Out.

Sleep
what we do when we're sick and we're
Tired
of all the work and the school and the non-stop busy
Lifestyles
we all take a part of while worshiping
Celebrities
with who's pregnant and who's getting married...
Again.

Sleep
where we can go to enter our
Dreams
of what we're going to be and how we're going to
Live
with a family, a house, and maybe a
Job
to try and support ourselves for now, maybe not for
Long.

Sleep
what we do when we feel the need to
Escape
from our society, our problems, our
Families
that say they love us and we all know nobody's
Perfect
in their actions, their words, their
Thoughts.

Sleep
where we enter deep into our
Minds
and ponder and wander our
Being
of why we're here and what we're doing in the
Reality
that the alarm brings, wakening me from my
Sleep.

August 2006
Passing Through
Building Blocks and child's play
hold on tight you're on your way.
From trick-or-treat and Barbie Dolls
to makeup, shoes, and shopping malls.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,
take me away as fast as you can.
Over the mountains and through the woods
I'd take you further if I could.
Run away and don't turn back,
roll like marbles in a sack.
We'd go out and have some fun-
you could put the shine back in my sun.
Hunpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
we all go blind and take a fall.
We stumble back and fall on our ass
and realize that time just moves too fast.

August 2006
Sing to me a Lullaby
Sing to me a lullaby
of galaxies and stars up high.
Of memories and love and laughter
in all my years and those thereafter.
Sing of faith and hope and love
and all the things from Heaven above.
Of angel's songs and prayers so deep
and blessings that I get to keep.
Sing to me a lullaby
where fairy dust can make you fly.
Where angels watch you night and day
and never let you go astray.
Sing of trust and and honesty
so all my doubts and fears may flee.
And as I grow and learn my way,
I hope this song with me will stay.
Sing to me a lullaby
so I can have sweet dreams tonight.

September 2006
Silence
No sound.
No movement.
If you focus long enough,
you can get it.
You don't hear all the minute whispers of the day.
Such as whispy, tall trees moving in the cool wind;
tiny droplets of rain falling on the roof;
the annoying buzz of a fly outside your window;
your neighbor's hallow, wooden wind chimes;
black sports cars racing down the street;
muffled voices and footsteps through the walls;
the tick-tocking of your clock across the room;
the rhythmic beating of your heart
that you can feel in your ears.
All of these things just vanish,
it's as if they don't exist,
and here is where you meet silence.
Stare it straight in the eye.
Take it in; absorb it.
Get as much of it as you can,
because once you realize what it is,
it's gone.