Errorist

I feel like no one cares
Will anyone even dare?

This planet will eventually crumble
Now the Icebergs are taking a tumble

How much longer do they have to suffer?
Everyday they get a little bit tougher

Nobody seems to understand
These cutters will be close at hand

We all have this frustration
It is time for liberation

They call it a terrorism act
As a matter of fact

They are the realy terrorists
This whole country is filled with errorists

Past my fears

I’m trying to get past all of my fears
Dressed in black and ready to start this
Every second we waste, they shed more tears

Without wasting time we are now dismissed
We have our van and are well equipped
Complete this task without raising a fist

Seeing around me

Being pushed around
Fleeing away from the place
Seeing what I have truly found
Agreeing that I am a disgrace

Stand guard waiting for time
Sand is blowing in the my eyes
it hurts like the juice of a lime
I must cut these ties

Dorzimbra

I truly wonder if we can succeed
This adventure is closer than you think
Let us be, we are doing a good deed
So much suffering, they can hardly blink

There is no turning back
Once we are in
We will bring an end to this
The chain falls, and we begin

We kill the power in the horrid place
Picking them up and placing them with us
The power is back on, will we be seen?
I truly wonder if we can succeed

Pain

Running through the woods
Not seeing what lies ahead
Everything is now black
I dropped like a potato sack
I wake up with my eyes watery
Blood is running down my face
What has happened?
I have ran into a broken tree branch

What is the AETA?

What is the AETA?
It's a documenet that puts us away
In which we are compared to Al-Qaeda
If not for us, they wouldn't see the light of day

A document used to put on 10 years
While sitting in jail
Animals are shedding tears
Still being held without bail

Richard Lime

A man named Sue
A man named Sue, going to a deal
Then he slipped on a banana peal
Then jumped by a big mob
Started to walk and sob
Maybe he should wear his high heels

Mr. Harris
A crazy man named Mr. Harris
He now lives in a place called Paris
Running around and fell
His right leg has to sell
Now he can marry Mrs. Garris

Mr. Scone
Crazy but innocent Mr. Scone
All he did was sit and moan
He was short and was jumped
Now he is getting pumped
As a result his skin is two-tone




Mr. Zipper
Mr. Zipper tried to pop a zit
He couldn't get it and threw a fit
He punches a hole in the wall
This made him slip and fall
Now he cannot reach the first aid kit

Cinq

The farm
Death all around
This means liberation
Will all of this come to an end
Stop this

At school
Boring and dull
Try not to fall asleep
I would rather be home than here
Almost

City
Filled with people
Riding bikes, driving cars
We need to stop this pollution
Dirty

My home
Warm and cozy
Relaxing and sleeping
I wish I never had to leave
So nice

The Circle

Getting shot and waking up in another reality
Which one is real? It’s dark and has no color.
Bats swoop down, tearing away at my skin. Elyon’s
water heals my wounds. I awake in a colored forest.
They are brought together by the Great Romance.
Their leader saved my life, his name is Tanis.

How did I get here? Where is this beautiful place? Tanis
shows me around. Convincing me this is reality.
I meet a woman named Rachelle. They say that the Great Romance
has brought us both together. This palace has so much color.
I lie down and fall asleep. No longer in the colored forest.
My head has a wound. They say that it cured me. Water of Elyon.

I start to believe that this reality is not real. But Elyon
convinces me otherwise. I wake up again and all I see is Tanis
standing on the edge of the bridge to the black forest.
Teeleh takes him and the blackness spreads. This reality,
I know now is real. The black takes over the beautiful color
of the colored forest. Only one thing remains, the Great Romance.

Me, Rachelle and Johan take cover in a hut. The Great Romance
is fading away from us. Up on the hill, saving us, we see Elyon.
I look over and see that Rachelle's skin is grey. The color
in her face is gone. With Teeleh killing Tanis
everything that had color is now dead. I must save this reality.
Now the colored forest, has turned into the black forest.

We are guided through the desert to a southern forest.
It was like the forest back home. The Great Romance
holds us together. I fell asleep again, waking in the other reality.
Once again, he has saved us. There is a lake. Elyon
says that we must bath everyday or the disease will come. Tanis's
death has impacted us all. We still miss the colored forest color.

After bathing our skin has returned to its normal peachy color.
We start to construct our home here, its not to bad in this forest.
Ten years pass, an army lead by Qurong who was once Tanis,
but has been taken by the disease. They don't have the Great Romance.
They raid our southern forest and we realize that Elyon
is our friend Justin. Murdered in the lake, no more healing in reality.

The new Tanis, his skin is an awful color.
In this reality we drown ourselves, and flee from the forest.
'Cause of the Great Romance we have formed the Circle, Thank Elyon.

Mind Clutch

I see too much
I try to sort it all out
But my mind is moving about and about
Because it is no longer in a clutch

I suppose it is time to move on
My mind is finall free and own its own
The broken barrier is still unknown
Before I know it, my thoughts will be gone

The Howl of 2009

As time goes on
this generation
is lazier than ever
Many could of had a future
but there is one in particular
loved construction
and working with his hands
Starting to distance himself
getting new friends
The kinds of friends
who waste away
their lives with drugs
Lost his job
and ditched school
When this bear
can't reach the honey nest
he is furious with rage
that honey is like his fix
his friends are not true to him
if this did not exist
neither would their friendship
Sometimes I feel that one individual
is all it takes
You take out a leg, and we all fall
like the legs of a tripod
We all get lazier everyday
the earth is speeding its way
of deteriorating
It is all because you us
We are lazy
We make bad choices
Too lazy to go out of our way
to simply reuse resources
or simply make a change
in our lives
We all are afraid of the change
they say it is wrong
just to make themselves feel better
they would rather spend their time
spending money on useless possesions
they need their material comfort

The right thing is wrong

Many living in agony
A few believers stand up for what is right
Such extreme sentences just for this night
They bring freedom to the suffering

How is it that rapists get less time?
Needles stabbed into them for stupid tests
They look upon them as such little pests
No can you spot the real terrorist?

Villians

Break and enter to set them free
Today will be the day
We do not need a key

Many horrors lie ahead that I will have to see
Solving this problem, this is the only way
Break and enter to set them free

Eyes sewn shut, I could not let them be
I hope all of them will be okay
We do not need a key

Set them free, that is a guarantee
Their lives are fading to gray
Break and enter to set them free

Call it terrorism and disagree
But their skin is slowly starting to decay
We do not need a key

The blue lights show, only able to grab three
This torture is not only in the US of A.
Break and enter to set them free
We do not need a key

The Window

Straight ahead lies a shed
To the left a scenary of plants, the right is a vegetable garden
Deer tracks in the snow, I can never catch a glimpse of this doe
The trees move lightly and they blow a breeze to my face
These trees shadows are growing and the air is getting cooler
I see the dim spot light from the distant house through the oak trees

These are the days

Grass
green
soft
and
warm
sun
shining
warmth
of
june

Song of Myself

Living day to day
no one doing a thing
wanting to change the world
but I sit here thinking
nobody cares
they just don't seem
to understand with
supply and demand
we all must come together
and stop all of this
sometimes you just feel done
feel like everyone you meet
is filled with ignorance
that they will never change
no feelings, cold hearted
saying that we screw
everything up
looking for the littlest
excuses to not stop
what they are doing
even though deep down
they know they are wrong
feeling alone in the world
no place to stop
bringing food everywhere
feeling rude
but this is my way
overtime things will change
Prop 2 passed
is the beginning
of all of this
long after my time
is done
everyone will be
free

Secondary

The tall trees
smell of pine
sounds of birds

soft popping and snapping orange glow
the warmth of the gooey white puffs
then tumbling off to bed

Not DEAD

Full of energy
Fast, jumping and yelling
This has its meaning
It's like having six shots of espresso
Slowly fading away
But it is still alive to this day
It will always be lving
Because Punk is not Dead

Economy

There he was walking downtown
sitting on the blue bench
oh, he hates waiting for the bus
It's finally there, it has dents

A rundown looking bus
He paid and had a seat
Looking around and wondering
This job he needs to keep

Fatalist

There was a fatalist
so lost and abysmal
There was a zephyr in the air
But he did not dare
to continue, but joy overtook him
when he arrived
there was no pandenonium
Everyone living life
like they did not care

Thins were soon to change
The area he came to
our kismet was approaching
Calamity was soon to come
everyone runnin away
like that, there was no more fun
Trepidation everywhere
These rebels slaying
like they do not care

The sun rises
The rebels have severed so many
The chaos is over, they all resent
How can they live in peace again
Nirvana will never be present

Gunstock

Brings back lots of memories
The dirt floors
The green leaves
and tall trees
Pitching the big blue tent
Struggling with the massive poles
while others are lighting the coals
Walking down the dirt paths
Collecting wood for the great big fire
This is my desire
The chilly summer breeze at night
Sitting by the glowing flame for warmth
Falling asleep in the green sleeping bag
Staying warm and cozy
Such a wonderful place to be
Even if your neighbors are nosy

Ode to the Morning Brew

Loud alarming beep
Staggering out of bed
like a zombie coming
out of the grave
Back to bed
No I can't
I must get up
The liught hurts my eyes
like looking into the sun
Down the hallway
it seems like forever
to the kitchen
the red light is glowing like a stop light
except you keep moving
in the dark
the smell is so soothing
Grabbing the pot
of freshly brewed life
French vanilla creamer
such a sweet taste
along with the natural
taste of sugar
no artificial sweetners
The first sip
like pouring a new life
into your own corpse
One cup, maybe two
perhaps three or four
Ready to start the day

Plank with Wheels

I awake and I am ready for this day
I slip on my shoes and walk out the door
I know this day won’t be a great bore
The noise of wheels, bearings, this is my way

A wonderful time in the month of May
The cool breeze blowing as I start to sore
How many hours can I? Maybe four?
I am just beginning, what can I say?

The littlest pebble will make me fall
My blue jeans torn, what more can I really do?
Hours and hours of flipping, spinning
I look down, a giant hole in my shoe

Skateboarding is best to do in spring
Flip and spin fast, almost like a birds wing

Word of words

I happily found cookies in my notebook
All my friends were having a look
The coughing kid that was blue, carefully took

I had a peak at the fragile clock
The pendulum swings, tick tock
I roll out of my chair and lose my sock

I look around crisply for that crook
There, over there doc!
I jump after him, and give him a big hook

Multiples

White Death
White death haunts so many
Hands start to sting like needles
Coldness please be gone

Dying Orange
The warmth is fading
Crunching and dying orange
Oh what lies ahead

Drip, Drip, Drip
Ice cream dripping down
The sun is burning me away
I must eat this fast

Green
The birds are chirping
The white death is fading quick
The soft grass is back

They have come
I start to taste salt
Orange ball is burning
It stops, clouds have come

Duck boots
Pulling on my boots
Crunching under my warm feet
How long with this last?

Special Shoes
My shoes they sink down
Oh how wet they have become
Soon to be purple

Red Birds
The warmth is coming
The pretty buds start to show
Cardinals are back

Plastic Surgery

I never had a high self-esteem
Everyone used to be so mean
Only time was able to tell
But because of them I can now smell

I'm so glad I was able to meet them
I am now able to eat
Everyday things that everyday people take for granted
This is all I've ever wanted

No more name calling
Instead of my emotions falling
I am climbing to the top
I can now cry tears of joy

A feeling that is unexplainable
I am now a normal human being

Pointless Day of Love

A special day filled with laughter and love
Everyone expects so much out of you
A symbol for love, a big white dove
No one for you, let out a big boo-who

Why can’t we show this great love everyday?
Instead we show it all on two fourteen
A massacre happened along the way
Why love so much, then others be so mean?

An existent holiday shall vanish
Love should be a caring all around thing
I wish that this day should be a banish
Find the best gift, maybe a song to sing

Let us stop this day in February
Love all the time, how this makes me weary

Ran-tum-ness

Shout Ruth
He is out

Violin Tim
Movin' it

Hop!
PAN! Phew!

You won!
Er eat?

Found

FOCUS Deserves YOU
Bringing the Good view
Best CARE IS Great
close UP IS Your FATE
EVERYONE away.
Because BEING youRSELF
DOES NOT MatteR
at the eND of THE DAY

Typical day

I sit here wondering when will time pass
I stare at the screen wondering that's all
It feels like the air is such a great mass
Oh how I sit here today not so tall

How I could slide off my chair and just fall
Down on the ground I could just go to sleep
Today feels like I ran into a wall
I could just lay there and count all the sheep

Get rid of mondays and fridays we keep
Hair, I'm ready to give one giant pull
I hate mondays nobody makes a peep
When the time comes it will be delightful

I sit here waiting for the 15th bell
Oh it is school, and only time will tell

What a Day

I arrive it's over whelming and hot
Bees are coming and making a big mess
How do I past this devious plot?
Through these times you feel like you need a rest

Stinging and stabbing I cannot take it
I suck it up and try and tough it up
All the pain and wounds from the stings and hits
I go to my special place in Europe

I look up and notice where the hands lay
So slowly as the third hand moves and moves
It is almost the end of this rugged day
When will it come, it's the feeling that soothes

Thursday has been on crazy night at work
Like being impaled on a dinner fork

Coming together

What is hatred?
A seething anger?
A forseeable danger?
I'm my own aggressor.

What is madness?
What is sadness?
What is badness?
It's what makes life lonely.

What can make it all better?

Stairs

Another day goes by
I can only sit here and sigh
Always getting walked on
It all happens at the break of dawn

I have nothing to do
Besides sit here and help you

Wednesdays

They can be good or bad
or they can make you sad
Early Release some days
Others days you just want to sleep
But wednesdays I want to keep

Buying and Crying

Hello I wish I could be like you too
But it's okay you continue to cry
I will start to cook and begin to chew
You can't stop I will continue to buy

Objects

He kicked the plastic bottle
around like a hockey puck
feeling like a little duck
He waddled through the unhinged door
looking for his lost apple core
All that was there was a crumpled note
with a drawing of a sailboat
Up on the shelf there was a sandwich
salami and pastrami
He was sweating from the hunger
He wiped his face
with his dirty ol' handkerchief
This ducks name was John O'keefe

Rain

Drops
Peaceful drops
Turns to something more
Some find it a great bore
Others find these drops so soothing
It comes down and keeps moving
After awhile the drops are
Gone

Dancing Pants

It's like there are ants in the pants
But no one is in them
They are prancing and dancing
I try to catch them
So I can attach them to myself
They are way to fast
Gone they are in a great big blast

Liberation

Battered and worn
Shattered and torn
So much like slavery
But one group shows so much bravery
They dare to break in there
Everyday making several attempts
To get one step closer to freedom