{Heartbreaker}

I’m drowning the evil in the sickness that consumes me.
I’m doing CPR to my stone cold heart,
but it’s still not beating.
My blood is like poison, keeping the evil alive,
and you are the anecdote that can’t get inside.
My skin is too tough and my heart is too frozen.

I thought you could save my heart from it’s frozen fate,
but your doing CPR and it’s still not beating.
Your touch is the poison, keeping the sickness inside.
My blood is the anecdote that can’t survive,
because my skin is too tough, and my heart is too frozen.
I just can’t let this thrive.

{the skies dyed in colors of a cowboy’s cliché}

and it’s days when you see the seasons change that it all starts making sense
winter; so dull and cold is melting away with worries and hard days
spring; so bright and warm is repairing winter hearts with it’s warm embrace

the seasons are so perfectly aligned to mar and mend the living
and as spring makes its approach it’s easy to hold the head high and stand up straight
facing the day with everything inside comes naturally when the sun is shining
the weather librates to a demarcated degree of happiness

{Murder}

A life filled with excitement as well as intensity
has been replaced with stoic unimaginativeness
Even putting one word in front of another,
is difficult for the writer with natural ability.
Talking has been narrowed down to when necessary,
and laughing at jokes that aren’t even funny.
A smile is tired,
heart is heavy.
Confidence is an illusion.
because no one understands this emptiness
In a world full of noise and words,
life’s silence is murderous.
This is what happens when boredom prevails
and relationships are silent.

{live the bohemian life}

easy living
did you forget about me
was i ever on your long list
of the fortunate

my adult conformity
might break me
into a million little pieces
or just kill me altogether

i may be innocent when being convicted
to being young and ignorant,
yet with this vague and murderous pressure
of growing older, i will plead guilty to all of the accused

for it is easier to take the punishment
of an older generation
then a scolding
from myself

being young
isn’t so much about have fun
as it is about contradicting horrors with out a face
and rebelling against the days wrongs

hey easy living
never add me to that list
of the fortunate
i’m fine right here, where I belong

with the rebels and bohemians
as we push our way to a better day
using liberal arts
giving it all we’ve got