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Love

You rest your head upon my hands
And look up into my eyes
A gaze so crazed and wild, I see
Too much life in a dying child.
Half your body isn’t there,
Only half your mind is left,
And yet you find the strength to say,
“Hey there, friend, do not let this be the end,
Forgive, but don’t forget, go on, grow up, you’ll be perfect.”

Still alive, you bleed a river red
Through the cracks of the pavement,
And say upon your dying breath,
”Roses will grow between these walls;
We’ll make a garden from our cell,
we’ll make a heaven from this hell. ”

And I know, I understand,
We are but a grain of sand,
Slipping through the hands of time,
But for whatever twisted reason,
You must have been ahead in line.
In this world of lies and treason,
You’re robbed of your chance to shine,
So I’ll take it, and I’ll make it mine,
And be a light that’s twice as bright,
Find the faith and will to fight,
On scale small or magnified,
A better world, or a single smile,
Either would have made you proud.

You may have died, but inside,
I feel your energy divine,
And if for no one, then for you,
I’ll be glad that I survived,
Take this life and make things right,
If for no one, then for you.
You live in me, and I still thrive,
On the courage, hope you left behind,
In that single flash when I
Saw the reflection in your eyes.
The universe had unified,
Love, love, love, love.

Sarajevo, 1994.

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Misery As Currency

Standing strong, running wild, [beat] flying free,
I wish I could afford that kind of dream, but
What's a man with misery as his currency?
And I know I've said a great many things,
Pockets full of promises I've yet to keep. 

IOUs too high to pay, don't got that kind of money
And spare change, anger, hate, always rattling in
some tin can, my piggy bank, savin' for a treat
So I'll go down to the market where they're selling fleas

And I'll buy you for my misery, yeah
I'll buy you with my misery, yeah
Trade you for my misery.
And you can be my lie of lies,
Filthy sanctuary, a rundown lullaby
Delusional, I know I am,
But what's a man with misery as his only currency??

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Wind

Faster...
Rushing onward,
The misworded master,
Cursed to an ageless silent chord:
Wisdom.

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Little Solider

together with our broken hearts
a little life within our hands
and heavy burdens on our backs
you and i, we used to laugh

together, when the rain would fall
and when it seemed and felt like all
and everything was going wrong
you and i, we used to cry

together, we used to play
and pull the strings of life away
and then back to us again
you and i, we were one

little soldier on the guard
let me stand by you
hold on tightly to my hand
you know my love is true
i will walk you home tonight
dont cry, everything's alright

but life's a cruel and painful game
and things are so quick to change
and it feels so hard and strange
to go on without you

i feel so lone and lost inside
long nights i have cried and cried
please tell me how can i
go on without you

its so hard to believe
you're no longer here by me
and i have tried everything
but i cant go on without you

and yet these days carry on
and before long a year has gone
ill wake up to another dawn
my friend, without you

little soldier on the guard
let me stand by you
hold on tightly to my hand
you know my love is true
and if somehow we come to part
you'll always be within my heart

little soldier, my dear friend
11 years since you've been dead
i watch these seasons come and go
in my memories you live on

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Twisted Mind

Darkness come and sing with me
In the mist of memories
Upon the hill of shattered dreams
Where you and I once met

All the shadows know my name
I am famous among them
In the dark rooms of my mind
Where they and I once met

Night come and take my hand
And lead me to the clouds above
To the place of wasted tears
Where you and I once met

I close my eyes and hold my breath
And wish for this world to end
I need you to be here by me
But as I watch, you disappear

And I am left alone again
With my other worldly friends
Eternally trying to find
The way out of my twisted mind

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Psalm of Death - Longfellow Rewrite For Ap Lit

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Death is but an empty grave,
And the soul dies in that slumber,
Which will rot its bones away.

Death is merely but a passage,
No, the grave is not its goal;
Beyond the boundaries of age
Hearst you true words of the soul.

'Tis enjoyment and 'tis sorrow
That destined is to fill our days
And 'tis true as we grow older
We find us farther from today;

Yet art is long and time is fleeting
And we must wisely choose to change
How we spend our current meeting
While onward march we to the grave

In the world’s broad field of battle,
And torment of impending death
Be not scared, nor be frightened
Rather lift up high your head

Believe in the coming future
Learn from the passing past
Make your living in the present
                Leave handprints on many a heart 

Lives of great men are all studied
But truly remembered are only those
Who’ve departing left behind them
A bright smile, of love a dose

Memories, that perhaps another
Pushing through the feats of life
A forlorn and shipwrecked lover
Seeing, once more shall fall in love

Let us then be up and doing, persevering
With a goal deep in our hearts and minds
Still achieving, still pursuing, knowing 
With love nothing is far behind
And even though one day we surely
Meet our passage through death and grave
We boldly move on forward trusting
We’ve made the best of every day

And behind us that we loved ones leave
To spread the knowledge we’ve acquired
“Of death afraid you shall not be,
And can become all you aspire”

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Insane

My lungs are deprived of oxygen; Engulfed in violence, I cannot breathe
Conspiracies of corrupted Love and Faith are choking me
My perverted deception of lettered 
Combinations of a language I cannot speak
Fueled by an unmistakable anguish
Of silenced thoughts, allows me to perceive the worst, 
Dig my grave even deeper and pattern my emotions
According to my ever sinking confusion 
My blood is poisoned by my memories
My body’s aching; my nerves are pinched and crippled
My joints have been weakened, rusting with despair
I'm growing tired of my disease
I'm desperately trying to break down these walls 
Of mistrust, bring down my guard and open my eyes
Wide enough, but the darkness is too heavy; I bow my head and succumb 
To the vile dirt, intoxicated by rotting bodies
Of others like me before my time who too
Tried too hard to make sense of this surreal situation
Lost in their quest for a cure for this disease
They danced to the crazed rhythms of delusion
Fell victims to a never ending defeat
Entrapped in a world of constant battle between their minds
And what their hearts had felt and eyes had seen, 
Paranoid visions ripped open their lungs and stripped them of air 
They withered and gawked and eventually fell to their death.
Night after night I vomit the truth into your face
Its sickly smell appalls me but you remain unchanged
Night after night I regurgitate nails from my bleeding stomach
And pin you down for every wrong you’ve done 
But you avoid my rolled back eyes and hanging tongue
Convince me I'm making things up, recommending medication
Like it could heal this worm-infested womb where the devil 
Has planted his sperm, from which now evil itself is growing.
I'm becoming a prisoner locked up in cage half my size
Soon I will give birth to a beast, a monster; it will speak from my lips
And see with my eyes, breathe with my lungs and deviate freely across
The dance floor of life’s little vicious game. Now I create my own rules
Play my own way and I become free. Now no chains can bind my restless soul,
No cage can keep me locked up, no words can wreck my once fragile stability.
No I am not me anymore, I have become someone else, something else, and
While you have stayed blind, deaf, mute, cold and unchanged, every inch
Of me has transformed to something much, much worse, perhaps merely 
because I’m fully aware I have become insane.

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Break the Chain

I was there when no one died
The funeral was grave and gray
He was buried alongside 
An empty coffin; a parade of solitude
Was held in place to say goodbye
To the man who never was

Not many attended that funeral
Guess he wasn’t quite the guy
Even the priest had called in sick
Only rains and empty skies
Had come to say goodbye
To the man who never was

There is a certain loneliness
In the death of nothingness

How can we be sure that we
Didn’t just walk right by it
How can we be sure that we
Aren’t missing something

There is a certain blindness
In the death of nothingness

And an eerie darkness
In the birth of knowledge
A gnawing fear we choose
To dismiss but never lose

But dawning near is the time
When once again nothing dies
And we realize that we
Know nothing at all.

They didn’t even bother to
Throw the dirt back into the grave
Cover the coffin and the corpse
A simple hole, soaking wet
No one comes to say goodbye
To the man who never was

I shall leave as if I never came
And on my lonely walk back home
Mutter a silent prayer, goodbye
To the man who never was
Hope that I never become
The kind of man my father was

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Epidemic

Always embarrassed, a little careless
My head was empty and quite hairless
I never really knew how to fit in
People would always be staring
Calling out rude names and daring
Me to try and show them some skin

But I hid under my hat and 
Always carried round a bat
In case someone decided it was time
To teach me how to come out
Of my apartment and doubt 
The weather, curse the sun and try

To change the clocks all upside down
And make my smile into a frown
See, it never really made sense to me
To me the weather, or whatever
Had absolutely no whatsoever
Affect on my brain or my tea

But they insisted that I listened
Took me to church and had me christened
In bitter hopes I’d finally see the light
Maybe it was Jesus, but don’t
Quote me on it I might be wrong
I was a little drunk that stormy night

When they barged in through my door
And walked all over my new floor
I’d polished just about four days ago

I cursed and I yelled at them
This is my house, you’re not invited
No one is allowed to walk these rooms

They fell silenced and I gloated 
Over my victory and floated
High above the ceiling in my pride
Until from up there I could see
Looking down on those three
Just at what they were looking with surprise


And then it hit me faster than the
Caffeine in my morning coffee
Just how foolish I’d been all along
I never knew them till I met them
And I met them only when I let them
Walk through the corners of my humble home

Ever since that day none of
Them ever again made fun of
Me in any sort of childish way
Now they understood my need (to wear a hat and not be seen)
Which caused a paradox in me
As for the first time I could freely say

I’d been cured of chicken pox
But they all have it and know it not
Shh, be quiet, let them have their fun

Now they’ll know this bitter feeling
Of no dreams and no sleeping
Through the entire long and lonesome day
Once they realize their hair will
Have fallen out and they will
Repent for all their sins and their mistakes

But by then too late it will be
The scratching will drive them completely
Up the bloody walls of their rooms

And then they too will spread it on
How so strange when just it gone
Was all I wanted and all I yearned for

Yet I've started an epidemic
Of chicken pox and weather critics
Who know nothing of clouds and the poor
But now I am respected
Feared and even detested
By all those who avoided me before

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Boy

no food, no money, big dreams in his head
to the city he must walk, to the city he must get,
where the mighty siren calls, calls out below
to all, to all, here's your chance to glow...little boy

they told him that a mile was all he had to cross,
he knew the snow was high and that he was the one at loss,
he had no shoes, he had no coat, yet he made up his mind,
he said, I can make it that far, I can make it that far

a little boy is walking all alone through the cold, 
barefoot in the snow, yet still proud and still bold,
little boy turn around, you’re running after nothing,
turn around before it’s too late, while you still have something,

take my hand my little friend, and come stay with me,
the siren you’re hunting will always be out of reach,
what’s the use to suffer for nothing in the end,
come on and turn around, come and stay with me my friend,

but the boy wouldn’t listen or perhaps he didn’t hear,
the storm was really strong and it wasn’t quite too clear,
maybe he didn’t see me, because I doubt that he’d ignore,
yet whatever it was, he just kept going on....and on,

as he parted from my sight and I lost track of him
I went back to my house and prayed, things were looking grim,
still, I hoped that he would find just what he was looking for 
yet I knew that what he wanted was but a dream, no more

soon the storm quieted down and the winds ceased to blow
and I went to search for the boy I knew was lost in the snow
and not too far from where I was, I found my little friend
frozen, lifeless, and all his dreams, greeted by the end

I knelt down beside him and quickly came to understand
as my tears melted all the frost from his little hand
he had failed in his task to make all his dreams come true
after all, all they were was dreams and dreams are merely dreams in truth

you heard that siren call, little boy, seems as if it is around the corner
now as the siren fades, my little friend, I can’t say I didn’t warn you
the world these days, an ugly place, where dreams are merely dreams
and those who hunt them mighty fools, who fail to see things, but only the way 
they seem