Halfway

Meet me

Halfway to the half-way house,

Where we hope to give hope,

To the hopeless and the broken.

Mother Remember Me

Mother remember me

For all the good time that we had

Mother remember me

For all the times I made you laugh

Mother forgive me

For all the times I made you mad

Mother forgive me

For all the things that I’ve done bad

Mother remember me

For all the good times that we had

Like the time the apple rolled down the hill,

When it broke from your nap sack.

Or the time we walked the white beaches,

Looking for sea battered glass

And the time I danced that night

In my white shirt and voodoo mask.

Mother remember me

For all the times I made you laugh

Like the time you told that funny joke

And made milk squirt out my nose

Or the time you bought that camera

And I struck a funny pose

The time I drank my lemonade,

With sunglasses out on the backyard

Or the time we broke the swing outside

‘Cuz we were swinging it a bit too hard

Mother forgive me

For all the times I made you mad

Like the time I stole your yellow car,

Or when I broke your favorite vase,

Or the time I was a bit too clumsy,

And spilled my soda on your briefcase.

The time I did the laundry for you,

And didn’t realize I used bleach.

Or the time I hid your cigarettes,

And I placed them out of reach.

Mother forgive me

For that the things that I’ve done bad.

I didn’t know what I’d gotten myself into

I didn’t know I’d wind up like this.

That it’s your voice and smiling face

That would be the one thing that I’d miss

Mother forgive me

It seems that I’ve become your biggest fear

Please don’t cry a second

I’ll see you again in twenty-seven years

Mother remember me

For all the good time that we had

Mother remember me

For all the times I made you laugh

Mother forgive me

For all the times I made you mad

Mother forgive me

For all the things that I’ve done bad

A Plain White Canvas

The blank page empire

A place to build cathedrals

A plain white canvas

Devil's Dance

I'm Jekyll and Hyde

The devil will dance with me

At the fiddlers tomb.

Sunday Afternoon

Father is napping

The children playing in the yard

Mother mends her quilt.

Christmas Time

A cold wind blows, sending a shiver down my spine.

Bundled in a coat, a scarf around my neck.

Christmas is my favorite time of the year.

Filled with good times with my family.

We celebrate the birth of Christ.

Give gifts and be thankful.

Show love and warmth.

Snow falls slowly.

Christmas time.

Perfect.

A Soldier, A Funeral

Telegrams for mom.

For my brother a gold star.

A name on a wall.

The Dark Mausoleum

A bed in the room.

She has left for good this time.

Grave, this empty tomb.

Disease

This is my disease.

The bane of my existence.

This gift is a curse.

"It"

It is a cave of a thousand crystals,

It is a bright and shiny whistle.

But what is it?

It's a ship in a vast blue ocean,

A ballerina dancing in slow motion.

But what is it?

It's a sky scraper in the heart of a city,

It's a statement, well though and witty.

But what is it?

It is a sunset on an eastern beach,

It is the morning dew on a Georgia peach.

But what is it?

It's a brand new suit, or a flashy silk tie,

It's the heavenly scent of a fresh apple pie.

But what is it?

It's a rainbow in the sky after a long, pounding rain,

It's a field before it's been harvested, or a blue tailed crane.

But what is it?

It's a gleaming diamond necklace, or your old, ratty jeans,

It's your own private island, or a subway in Queens.

But what is it?

It's a deer lapping up water from cool creek's flow,

It's a picture perfect landscape laden with snow.

But what is it?

It's discovering something new, like a good book to read.

It's seeing that an apple tree grew from the tiniest of seed.

But what is it?

It's the cardinal at your window, chirping on for a while.

It's all the things you see each day, that make you laugh or smile.

It is all that makes you happy.

Forever In Heaven

I had a friend, I knew too well,

But when I learned that he had fell,

His family came and asked of me,

To speak at his viewing and funeral.

I wasn't sure at first,

That I was up to this task,

But it was best to respect their wishes,

And to do as they had asked.

So I agree to stand before the mass,

To prepare a toast, and raise a glass,

To tell all of my friend,

Of the good times that we'd passed!

"To my good friend, and his bitter end!

For your family I will pray,

But for the rest of you and all my comrades,

I have only this to say - "

"May you be in heaven a full half hour,

Before the devil knows you're dead!

May you be, forever! Forever in heaven!

Before the devil knows you're dead!"

Moving Along

There is a ship sailing off to a foreign land,

To a world I have longed to see,

But the vessel that carries all my friends,

Has already set off to sea.

As I stand here, waving on these lonely shores,

and I return to my monotonous life,

I pray to god that ship will run aground,

When there is no ground in sight.

I pray it strikes an iceberg in a frigid arctic ocean,

Or that it's buried beneath a tidal wave,

In a single rapid motion.

I hope it scrapes the back of an orca whale,

And the hull opens up and snaps in two

That all it's passengers get swept out to sea,

And that there's no trace of them for the rescue crew.

But wait, then again, I suppose it's me,

that I am really unhappy with myself.

That I'm the one that I've been so mad about,

That I'm the one that needs my help.

For so long I've stayed mad at the world,

For moving on along without me,

But now I realize that I'm the problem,

A problem I was once too blind to see.

The Lonesome Wanderer

He is a man of few words,

With distain on his breath.

He carries his baggage in his heart and his head.

He walks down the street on

The first day of his new life

Everyone has left him from his friends to his wife.

He’s a man reformed, by the state and the people

Lost in a world as he finds himself under a steeple.

He opens up the old doors,

And he lets himself in,

He passes all the greeters who’s smiles

Tell him they’re no friend.

So he wonders to the back pew

And there he finds a seat

The woman he’s sitting next to

Can’t take her eyes off his feet

The toes have busted through,

And his pants are covered in stains,

There’s a knot in his throat and feels like

He’s been wrapped in chains

And his bodies a subway,

In an underground Harlem,

Littered with graffiti and phrases he’s found of.

Like “turn your wounds into wisdom”,

And “Only God can judge me.”

But the looks from the people

Tell him that they’re already judging.

He was raised to be a good man,

The son in a preacher’s family.

But in college he fell into the wrong crowd,

And when they tied his hands he,

Started using some drugs and,

Resorted to some crime,

For which he paid the price for,

With ten years of his time.

Now he’s made peace with his life,

And he’s looking to start fresh.

He figured that the church is,

Where he can start up best.

But there are unfriendly faces,

And dead silence all around,

Seven-hundred eyes upon him,

He stares back without a sound

He’s sitting in the back of,

The house of the holy,

All he wants is someone to love him,

For someone to want to holy him.

Now it’s clear he won’t find it here,

And he gets up from where he’s sitting.

He walks outside a sad man,

Thinking “What’s the point of living?”

Again, I Go Unoticed

Again I go unnoticed

In a world where I am so small

How can I possibly make a difference

When they won't listen at all?

I'm moving for the sake of motion,

But like a moment suspended in time,

I'm stuck in a ruck where I've drawn my boundaries

That have defined my great line.

Now it's casting such a thin shadow

Over my hope which is already worn

I'm still so young and aspiring

And yet already my dreams are torn

My mind tells me everyone looks so good from here

And proves that I'm content with losing

But my heart says the best of me

And for this I can't be choosing

For some will seek forgiveness

And other's will seek escape

I am left to help the weak

And not the ladder make.

For us sinners are alone in darkness

When the sun is fast asleep.

And when the day of judgment comes

It is that day that we'll will reap.

If only I could spell it out,

Like writing on the wall,

That they can reinvent their own exit

So that they don't have to take the fall.

They're only chasing safety,

But they lead themselves closer to doom

The devil's got them in a choke-hold,

As he places them in their tomb.

Father, they never meant to break your heart

For they know not what they're doing

But trapped in their own web of deceit

And they find it so ensuing

To whom it may concern, my friends

Repent your evil ways

Stretch your arms out to the heavens

And hallowed be his name...

Solitude

The sea is calm now.

The wind and waves have died down.

My life is calm now.

I Hate This Guy

I hate this guy

Everything he says are lies.

He is my teacher.

The Town Of Culpeper Smells Like Crap

Off a long southern highway,

With the wind in my hair,

Comes a town with smelly people

So bad you won't stop to stare.

The smell hits you like a car bomb.

It hurt's your brain as it seeps down to your bladder.

I swear that I am not making this up,

The town of Culpeper smells like fecal matter.

College

Yeah, I go to school.

I'm going to Liberty.

University.

(Tried to think of a haiku with only one word with five syllables. This was the only thing that came to me.)

Addictions

I am an addict

It is ruining my life

It's coca-cola

Elegy For A Lonely Grave

The shadows cast upon the ground,

The rain foreshadows this gloomy day.

My family goes and makes their rounds.

As the gravedigger plots away.

Home Sweet Home

This place is no home

Hours away from those I love

Home is not this place

Mice

The moose rules the woods

Even elephants hate mice

The mouse rules the house

Chick-Fil-A

I love Chick-fil-a,

I could eat you everyday,

I hate you Sunday.

Letterhead

Fancy letterhead,

My mom loves her scrap-booking,

Trees line the border

Bad Date

This chick smells so bad!

Check out her yellow pit stains!

It is time to go.

The Smells of Summer

A breath of fresh air,

The birds, bees, and honey trees,

Sweet smells of summer.

Light Sleeper

As people sleep blind,

I roam around empty streets,

Insomnia sucks...

Angel Of Death

I saw the bright light,

The Angels in front of me,

They lift me towards God.

Deadline

I'm up too late and I'm tired,

My deadline drawing near.

It came upon me way to quick,

My procrastination is my fear.

I'm stressing and I'm hurrying,

To finish this one last thing.

Because I waited way too long,

The consequences now I'm suffering.

"I'll start on it tomorrow!"

I said day after day after day.

Until I reached my breaking point,

And now for that I pay.

I haven't had fun in hours,

And My body is starting to ache.

I need to hurry and finish this,

Before it becomes more than I can take.

Shattered Flute

Glass crashes, ice melts

Upon the landscape to severed oaks,

River twists like Euphrates

And pause under a bed of coats.

Sharp icicles rest on auburn plains,

Cut wounds and glimmer in the light,

Frail and fragile bodies

Become nothing as such heights.

Puddles form around rusty rods,

Driven through wood with enmity,

Those who tried to catch it falling,

Now see the glass as half empty.

Rain drops fall so steadily,

Through slated trees that fell.

White cotton clouds wipe away the tears,

Emptying the river and drying up the well.

MIDNIGHT BRINE

In shallow seas I've set my sails,

I'm pulling away from port.

White tipped waves lap against my bow

As it gently rocks my support.

I bid my farewells and say my adieus

I kiss my family goodbye.

The wind in my sails drifts me out farther,

To a beginning of a brand new life.

With vast ocean to the left of me,

And vast ocean to the right.

Surrounded by unfamiliar tread,

Not a piece of safe land in sight.

The sun begins to set on me,

So I retreat to the cabin below,

I look outside the starboard porthole,

To admire the moon's haunting glow.

Antonio's Car Radio

Antonio's car radio's,

still singing in that Monte Carlo,

That he crashed into the Oak Tree,

Last New Year's Eve.

And it's still singing that same old song,

The one Bob Dylan sang about the young,

But there's no getting older for my friend.

Cuz' he's already met a different end.

Your mother cries out to God at night,

Praying, for one last chance to hold you,

For one last chance to scold you again.

For one last chance to love you, my friend.

Stones

I'm standing here, my fists are cocked,

You're standing at the stake.

I'm ready now to pound your face,

You're ready to embrace my hate.

Punch after punch I'll throw at you,

and punch after punch you'll take.

Once I'm finally down with this,

Then I'll drag you towards the lake.

There I'll take your beaten body,

And hold you down for as long as I can.

And once you finally emerge,

I'll try to drown you once again.

It's never easy hurting somebody,

Expecially when it's a friend.

But I've done this plenty times before,

And I swear I'll do it again.

I've got the nails in my right hand,

And the hammer in my left.

I'm holding up the soldiers sword,

and I'm driving it into your chest.

I've lost focus on what sets me far apart,

And I've become like all the rest.

I know you put this here for me,

But once again I've failed your tests.

I know that what I do to you,

Makes you ache in every bone.

For you a heart of love and compassion,

For me a heart of stone.

For me your love and all compassion,

To tell me I'm not alone,

All the while you whisper softly,

"Come all ye sinners, come home."

Chasing Safety

I've been holding on to this one,

but it's gotten way to hard.

So it's time for me to drop this line,

And pick up a new start.

My hands have gotten sweaty,

I can feel it start to slip,

And as much as I want to,

I just can't seem to give in.

So I'm holding on my tighter now,

this rope has dug in deep,

Blood is rushing down my arms,

And it's dripping to my feet.

If I could land in holy water,

Then I suppose I'd be alright.

But no among of hail Mary's,

Can bring me back tonight.

Shower roses on my early grave,

the church bells ring for me.

The freshly potted ground is wet,

It's too cold to some degree.

It's dark and lonely down here,

Sends shivers down my spine.

Six feet of struggling tired me down,

As I failed to drop the line.

It's made me weakened at the knees,

I'll collapse into a heap,

And lay to rest my weary head,

Out in the middle of this street.

I see the headlights coming,

and I'm grasping for your hand.

Your voice is here to guide me,

and you're telling me to stand.

I'm up on my two feet again,

and I'm pulling on your rope,

You reel me into safety,

Now I'm never letting go...

Brickhouse

Today was my day off again,

I spent the whole day inside.

Away from all the troubled men,

My safe place to hide.

Behind these walls a comfort zone,

Behind these walls a bed.

To cover myself when storms are brewing

A place to lay my head.

A light above my weary head,

To show me my path.

Outside it's cold and dark enough,

for one to stray on past.

If you could draw the line for me,

I might be able to travel.

But this tightrope's too hard to walk,

Could someone help me unravel?

It's the story of my life it seems,

To pass strangers by.

Afraid to brighten up their day,

To stare them in the eye.

To rip off that roof above their heads,

To allow them to see the sky.

Free themselves from clouds of doubt,

These brickhouse's should be a crime

Brothers In Arms

Tonight we'll lie in ditches

And wait for the night to pass

And every day we pray for the next

Because we know it might be our last

Holding on to our religion

And holding on to each other

Because in a war like this

Every man is your brother.

We'll make jokes and play cards

Tell stories about back home

While we dream about anything but here,

And they promise us we'll go back soon

"Leave no man behind"

Was the motto engraved in our head

But was any man truly brave enough,

To run back for the dead?

You can't send boys to fight a mans war,

Because they will easily choke.

While the men who sent us here are miles away,

In air-conditioning drinking coke.

The fear is so real,

You can taste it on your brow

When the RPG's fly over your head,

The only thing you focus on is "now"

I've got my gun in my hand

And I've been trained to take a life,

The only think they didn't train me for,

Is what it would actually feel like.

If I make it home in one piece,

I'll go to my room and unpack

Cuz' once this tour is done, I'm done

I swear to God I'm never coming back.

But if I die before this war ends

And I'm placed in the hearse to come home

Say your prayers and throw your flowers,

But keep my casket closed.

Mother, when they hand your the flag

And tell you I fought the "good fight"

Keep it close by your bedside

And it'll remind you that I'm alright.

If my brothers and I return unharmed,

We'll be ruined by the things we saw.

Otherwise we'll be golden stars with purple hearts,

Or names etched into a wall...

Gravedigger

I'm knee deep in trouble again
And my feet are sinking fast
This weight on my shoulders has to go,
Or there's no chance I'll last.
My bright is too heavy to hold back my dark,
and I fear I'm too far out to save,
So someone toss me the shovel,
And I'll begin to dig my own grave.
Every pail full of dirt
Reminds me of my burden,
Don't try and drown me out,
Cause this can't be solved with bourbon.
I hope I hit a rock here soon,
That tells me I've gone far enough
Before the walls collapse down on me
And leave me down here stuck.

I'm shoulder deep in trouble again,
And my feet are sinking fast.
This weight on my shoulders has to go,
Or there's no chance I'll last
The walls have crashed down on me,
And left me gasping for air,
It's cutting me off from everything I know,
And yet somehow that seems fair.
I made this mess,
I dug this hole,
I thought it was something I could take,
Now I see that somethings missing,
And I'm trying not to see it as my worst mistake.

Me Against Machines

I talk about "back in the day"

Like it was so long ago

But it wasn't to long

That I used to have something to show

I used to be such a better person

I used to make my parents proud

I was such a perfect example

Of what real men should be all about

But then one day I fell off the straight and narrow

And found myself astray

It seems like ever since then,

I still haven't been able to find my way

I used to believe in things,

And there was no chance that I'd have doubt

Now there's no chance that I'd doubt what I doubt

And thats the last thing I want to talk about

I used to lay down in bed

I fall asleep right away,

Now I toss and turn at night,

Because I'm scared of the next day.

Everyday is a lie as a heretic

And for years that's how it's been

So tie a weight around my throat

And let me drown with the rest of them...

Quid Pro Quo

So I find myself again
In this similar situation
The left door or the right.
Either way I'll be losing something
Because I can't hold tight
To two things at once
With only two hands
I'll have to let one of them
Flutter to the ground and land
And leave it all behind
Get as far as I can away from here
Because I always find
It's the most unimportant things
That I hold most dear
When my mind and heart
Should be on other things
And my eyes looking straight above
But, oh how I know
How I love to wander,
And stray away from those I love
But this is no more
And it's time to let this go.
An even trade, I believe we say
Quid pro quo.
This for that, or
Tit for tat
In exchange for something more
One that takes me away
From senseless and mindless self-indulgences
And brings me closer to the Lord.

...As A Result Of Signals Being Crossed...

It's times like this,
When I don't even know where to start
The sayings always say,
"It's always best from the heart"
Well what happens when my heart,
Is to broken to talk?
What happens when it's been crippled,
To the point where I can't walk?
My mind and my heart,
Don't always work together
And perhaps for the most part,
That's probably better
But now I look around me,
And see myself in an unfamiliar place
With friends who've abandon me,
And torn off their real face
God, I know your the one,
That I can only truely trust
But these trials and tribulations,
Are just way to much
That I find myself turning against you,
Every time that I happen to fail
I know that I've picked the wrong side,
When I'm holding wood and nails
And I'm spitting at your face,
And cursing the only friend I've known
One last kiss to betray you,
Before I can go home
I've turned my back on you before,
For more than pieces of silver
And everytime I think that I can play God,
I get and very human shiver
That runs up and down my spine,
And brings sorrowful tears to my eyes
To find that I have misplaced the prize,
And once again have crucified
Oh, Lord my God, I appologize,
A thousand times, appologize
Because now I find
That I am hating myself
For throwing away the one thing,
That separates me from everybody else
The one thing that cannot be bought,
With money, church, or good deeds
A relationship with my creator,
And the chance to plant seeds
But God, I'll run back to you tonight,
And beg for this all to end
And you'll grab my hand and hold me tight,
Because you're my only friend...

The Recieving End Of Sirens

This is a little some thing I wrote up long ago, one of my first peices of work from back when I was around 15 or 16. Not very good lyrics, however I like it a whole lot and it means alot to me.



In my car, driving down the street
Driving faster and faster, can't be late
Red light turns, can't stop in time
I hit the brakes, rely on tires
I brace myself, as I spin the wheel
And that's when I begin to feel
The pressure of the cold hard steel,
Pressing into me

And as the pastor holds my hand
Praying for a second chance
But watching me just fade and slip away
I'm headed towards that bright white light
Ready to end this night
I'm running, but I'm trying to run away...

In my car driving down the street,
Driving faster and faster, can't be late
Red light turns, can't stop in time
Hit the brakes, rely on tires.
I brace myself as I spin the wheel
That's when I begin to feel
The Angel who has come to steal
Me away from this world...

Untitled:

It's raining on my parade again
I don't even know what to say
It seems every perfect day that comes around
Always ends up this way
Has fate decided to laugh in my face?
Or maybe it's destiny that I have missed.
Is chance the one thing that I lack?
Does luck have anything to do with this?
If I knock on wood three times
Will my day get any better?
Or if I break a mirror tonight,
Will tommorow be even wetter?
Is this a horrible soap opera,
That was destined to never last?
Or is God just a comedian,
Playing to an audience afraid to laugh?
On my way home again
And all that happens is just my luck
The streets are flooded again,
So now I'm stuck.
How I got here and why,
I can only blame myself.
So God if you're still listening to me
I could really use your help.
I realize I only call you
When I'm begging for your hand.
So I wouldn't blame you if you pulled in your anchor
And headed back towards land.
And I know that in our last conversation
I said all the exact same lines.
But I would appreciate it if you threw me the rope
Like you did the last time.
And if you hold my hand
And guide me throught it all.
I promise I'll do my best
To more frequently give you a call.

So Jesus Christ what did you do

Those three days you were dead?*

Because God I've never been this scared
And right now I'm all alone again
Will I rise from this shallow grave
Like you did from your tomb?
Or will I taste defeat
And never recover from this wound?
This situation has put my six feet under
and that's five feet more than I can take.
The devil's got a good grip on me,
And he's making me walk the plank.
My toes are on the edge
And this board will not hold steady
And Satan's trying to push me farther out
Down below me there's no netting.
This chain around my neck is heavy
If I fall will I sink or swim?
And if I plunge deep under,
Will you rescue me and dive in?
Can you take my hand now,
And guide me like a child?
Will you walk me over every step,
And stay with me for a while?
This ship is anchored at port,
And there is nothing here for us.
This town is full of ghosts and fools
There's no one that I can trust.
I walk these streets alone,
Heavy rain falls to the ground.
The repeatitious pattern of my breath
Is the only sound around.
My vessel has a leak in it,
And I think there is no way I can save her.
The only way to save myself,
Is to call upon my savior.
So God I need your help again,
To save me from dispair
Because in the mist of all these fake faces
You're the only one who cares.
So Father, part the clouds,
And shine on me some light.
Hold me close to you, oh Lord,
And tell me that everything will be alright...