the nightmares deep inside of me
Posted: April 1, 1994 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »the nightmares deep inside of me
aren’t really all that bad
there’s not much in this dreamful mind
to make this grown man sad
i’ve fought with demons
i’ve stepped on satan’s toes
ive had bad luck on my side
when ive had plenty to lose
this man can be a demon
when he really wants to be
this guy’s a god damned lunatic
when he sets his true self free
im not about to let them say
what my life should do
i know some day ill shut them up
when i make my dreams come true
i joged the path that took me here
although it was on fire
there’s no way to get me down
because each breath takes me higher
im driving toward the future
Posted: April 1, 1993 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »im driving toward the future
running from my past
i didn’t have to shoot her
but she coulda had more class
you picked a bad time to cheat on me
and you didn’t care a bit
i dont know where your soul is baby
but i don’t give a shit
i put six shots into your head
and your brains were pouring all over
today must be my lucky day
and you’re my four leaf clover
i try to run
Posted: April 1, 1993 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »i try to run
but i only see it clearer
i run for the shadows
they hunt me down like a pack of panthers
so silent and so beautiful
with a deadly striking force
i cant run fast enough
to evade their perfect stealth
i cant look fierce enough
to stand up and make them stop
my eyes are closed
my body shakes
my mind is always running
so far, so far, so far away…
from you
im an elevator man
Posted: November 6, 1992 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »im an elevator man
i go up and down
up and down up and down
but i never move
cause im an elevator man
higher and higher. lower and lower
i try to speed up, but i only go slower
if i could get off this thing, id try to pick a floor
id try to find my own life. how do i open the door?
is this a living hell, or just a prison cell?
is there more? is there more?
i dont have any dreams
someone’s stolen all of them
if i dream another dream
it’ll just get stolen again
try and save me. you’re my only hope
come on baby, throw me a rope
darling don’t look now, but the cable’s wearing thin.
if you cant help me out, then youve got to come in
im an elevator man
goin up and down
because i never move
maybe i sound too stupid
Posted: May 7, 1991 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »maybe i sound too stupid
maybe i sound kind of dumb
i feel so strange whenever i see you
youre like the morning sun
i never know what to say or how to act
because i don’t know how you feel
you dont know how many times
i wanted to be for real
to tell you what im thinking
how great i think you are
your eyes are like diamonds
the best ive ever seen
oh, how much i want to tell you
what i really mean
i think youre cool
so far, no good
Posted: February 25, 1991 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »i see the skyscrapers that reach to the sky
i see the birds and wish i could fly
man has come so far
so far, no good
god made man from his head to his toe
to be so great, so peaceful
there’s so much farther weve got to go
how many people say what they mean?
how many people are what they seem?
we’ve come so far. so far, no good
nowhere. yeah. nowhere.
the world’s gotten nowhere
yeah we got real far.
so far no good
no good, no good, no good
so far, no good
no good…
dreamin’ about the word bein’ great?
wake up pal. it’s too late
mind over matter. matter over mind
so far, no good. we’re so far behind.
too many lies, and not enough truth
an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
we’re going backwards in time
we’re going nowhere fast
we’ve got to aim our sights or none of us will last
hey buddy wake up! the world’s going down.
near failure in life. beyond sight or sound.
is there anything good in this world?
is there anything left?
is there anything left?
tell me, is ther anything… anythingleft?
the world right now is in a bit of a mess
why do people die from a little bit of stress?
people are so mixed up they don’t know where to turn
war wages in the middle east, as we watch the oil burn
sitting in class
Posted: January 24, 1991 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »sitting in class so tired and bored
the teacher doesnt know hes being ignored
looking at all the notes I take
just trying to stay awake
thinking about later today
looking forward to getting away
drawing pictures of the old ugly fart
if he saw this paper he’d tear it apart
its time for me to put away my things
in a minute the bell will ring
only joking
Posted: April 1, 1990 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »only joking only joking
so are the words of a friend
really funny really funny
so is a broken heart
break it once, break it twice
stomp on it once and again
the happier i look, the sadder i am
youve torn me clear apart
im torn in half, ripped in two
never to truly smile again
so dreamful
Posted: April 1, 1990 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »i wake up in the morning
with happy thoughts of you
i live all through each day
thinking of ways to say
‘i love you’
at night i go to bed
thinking of what is aid
‘i wish you were here’
i know you may not see it
but its very clear to me
i know it sounds so dreamful
but im sure that we will be
‘together forever’
if one man should fall
Posted: April 1, 1990 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »if one man should fall
his friend should help him stand
but i hurt for the one
who has no friend
to help him up