I found these the other day whilst cleaning up some junk from my desk. i read them and realized i had never shared them.


First old poem. Im guessing i was drawing from a dark place or time. But anyways here they are. i honeslty cant remember how long ago i wrote these. Mustve been too far back.

Sometimes i cant tell
if i ever regret
i cant seem to control
how it is i feel
What is it i have done
to deserve this

So I just wanna know
that my heart hasnt grown cold
so hard and so heavy
Its sinking like a stone

What used to be is gone
and never to return
The hardest part of this
they are dry and burn
lonely melodies are my comfort
Whats done is done

So I just wanna know
that my heart hasnt grown cold
so hard and so heavy
Its sinking like a stone


Second old poem. this one is about government corruption and those things it entails. Im pretty sure i wrote this during the Iraqi scandals and stuff.

Theres a buck to be made
Dollars to be earned
what will we pay
when will we learn
who pays the dues
every one gets a turn

So raise your glasses
a toast is proposed
drink them dry
Dont dare oppose
Stained are the teeth
After the heavy dose

Hide behind those guns
blood is universal currency
looking out for number one
the number one priority
teach all the little ones
teach them with urgency