"Good" love poem

filter through my life blood
pumped directly from my heart
you'll find an unusual strain "Love"
a non-fatal disease, and your the cause

i was infected when I saw you
your ethereal beauty transcends
these Earthly bonds
like a drug it spread

the symptoms are as follows
trouble breathing, difficulty speaking
clumsiness, erratic behavior, trying to hard
and awkwardness are common

if I keep it to myself
it will probably become malignant
slowly eat away my soul
good intentions rotted to the core

my only choice is to admit my affliction
there's no vaccine
there's no way to fight this off
you're my only cure

It's Wierd for Me to ( )...

A simply, stagnant, stationary society
A race that has claimed perfection
it escapes as a light from deep down inside of me
my own truth in which i find a voice

a trebling, terrified, transient tone
would you have it any other way
don't worry it will soon be gone
blown away like a whisper in the wind

Rules, Regulations, Rights
all it seems were made to be broken
speaking feels like standing on a cliffs edge
one more deep breath before I leap

A call A claim A cause
and now to await the effect
a spirit called an evanescent
only my voice fades faster

A view, variable a Vision!
an idea escapes my lips
will you listen?
Pen to Paper, my way to war

So go ahead and close your fist
and I will open my hand
We'll let a kinder world
decide who's a bigger man

A Blast , Bomb A Bullet!
I've seen how you fight now see my release!
I've got the greatest weapon of all!
combat unending war with peace...

Try Not To ( )...

The first little post thing that I've done with this blog so...


Indecision leaving you further behind
so fearful of the wrong choice
how can you await the cause
of something you have yet to effect

Afraid of the stinging hurt
the darkest aftermath of decision
a bright light at the tunnels end
why do you choose to sit alone

well if your right hand causes you pain
take a lesson from what they've said
take a moment to cut it off
with a stoic expression move onto your head

asking you not to place
your name in objects is what Ive heard
if "I" can lose yourself
then "mine" is an evil word

should you finally decide
along with the rest of our generation
materialistic fears thrown away
then hear the word "congratulations"