The broken station

Hello Hello can you hear me

Anyone anyone can you hear me

Ah good it’s fixed

Alright now stupid

Now wack yourself upside the head

And start listening

This is your common sense speaking

The music of my soul

A sound I beat in my soul

A music that only the gifted hear

A music that they call their own

A music that brings fourth joy to a soul

A music only for one

A music that all but none wish for

A sound beats in my soul

The music I hear

The music you hear

This music I hear but you don’t

I play with it

I mold it

Shaping it to my tune

A tune none will here but those with the ears

Ears that hear music unlike you

A music that I make sing for you

A music you will never hear

For the music I draw out of this instrument

The notes are unlike any you’ve experienced

A music that you can see

The music of my soul

So I ask can you hear them

My notes I play

The ones only I will hear

The ones that give you this page

Do you hear my soul

Let me ask you again can you hear the music

The music of these words

The beat the rhythm the lyrics the dance

Can you hear what I can hear

Can you see what I see

Now let me tell you something

A thing you did not experience

You are wrong you cannot hear it

Even with the belief you so strongly cling to

There is not a soul who believes that they can’t achieve

So I will tell you you are wrong

This music is myn and myn alone

You will never be able to hear it

The beat the rhythm the lyrics the dance it plays

For your imitation you hear and see is not the music I play

You don’t have ears that can hear what I hear

Like you don’t have eyes of a blind

So how can you see what he sees

Can you hear it the music that you will never see

For this is myn not yours how dare you believe you hear what you cannot

The music that comes with in

Now leave leave i tell you

Go forth and find the music which you only you can see

A music that I will never know

Go forth

Find the music

The music only for you

For this foolish one

This is myn and not yours

Leave I wish to finish this song in peace

But I have one last thing to say

Can you hear it the music my instrument plays

The music you will never hear

The sound of my soul

Can you hear it

Can you see it

The music I call my own

The world for me

I search for a world

A place to call mine

A place of experiences just for me

Containing Emotions for only me

A place unable to contain my ambitions

A place hidden from all but me

This selfish desire plagues me

A disease wished to be ridden of

Why must I have a place for me

When I want the world for the ones I care

Why am I alone in a place longing for companions

Why must I be filled with regret at others achievements

Longing them to be mine

A disease to be rid of curls in my heart

A world for me 

To Be A Turkey

                To be a turkey around November is a time to regret. Well that is unless you don’t live in America. America has a day all turkeys dread a day called Thanks Giving. I was one of the unlucky. I find it unfair that you are to eat me. I mean I had a family. Why is it fair for you took me from them? What if I took one of yours and cooked him? Also that day that you took me away was my birthday I know you know what that means. I can’t believe you all took me away from my family on my birthday how disgusting. So I’ve decided to haunt your family for generations to come. So close your gawking mouths and stop being surprised that a turkey ghost can talk and eat me before I get cold. Thank you and have a horrible Thanks Giving!

Turning The Tide

The world sees only what it wants to

So to see the truth you must learn to open

Your eyes and to strive through what is false

Only then can you have an opinion

That will turn the tide

The Door

I stand in the door way

I watch as the door slides open

It reveals a world unknown to my eyes

The voices call my name

They promise me the world

A promise of a world of pleasure

The world without care and responsibility

My mind it runs a mile a Second

I see every thing there world has to offer

A smile appears upon my face

I take a step toward the world

The world that i see

There i find myself in a chair

A window in my sights

Through the window stares the world through the door

I point and laugh

At the fools who stepped through the door

The Dark Road

I follow this lone dark road

When I look forward

I stare into the abyss of nothing

The only place I see is the road back

With all its wrong turns and pot holes

All its stops of fading memories

I turn to face forward

I face the world of the unknown

Alone I step forward

In to the darkness

Into a world unknown

Lost Sea

On the seventh day
A madien cryed
She cryed tearless tears
As she knelt waiting
Waiting for the man lost at sea
Lifting her head once more
In the shadow of the sun
She saw a man
Slowly rising out of the sea
Just by the precence of the man
A precence that comanded gods
She knew he was home
And so the tearless madien
Once more cryed tears

Change

The environment changes

The people change

The time changes

But nothing changes

You still start and end

You find ways to whittle the time

As the world changes

Everything but nothing changes

Comfort

My knees hit the floor

As the world blurs

And tears flow from my eyes

I hear a sound of feet over my anguish

And the feel of comfort

As soft warm arms wrap around me

The tears stop

As a calm soft voice whispers

That it will never leave

I turn my head

The wind blows

As my eyes land on nothing

And with the wind

The comfort of the arms and voice vanish

And once again the world blurs

And I’m Alone

The World of Gray

I travel a world of gray

A world of nothing

In this world I stare

I long for something new

Something to pull me out of this world of gray

As I stared into the gray heavens

A crack opened

A crack to show me what I longed

I saw something pass the gray

It was color a sensation new to me

But as I stared it vanished into the world of gray

Now I walk in this world of gray

Toward the veil of the world I long for

I walk with a smile across my face

Alone I Walk

Alone I walk

Through the streets of the deceased

Searching the rubble of the fallen

For the one to bring peace to my soul

The wind howls taking signs of life to distant lands

The scrub and weeds grow in cracks along the floor

Dust it settles where none but air flows

The sky it cries for a forgotten soul

White light plays tricks springing up life where none exists

Hidden under broken towers life flashes away as soon as it comes

Death is inevitable to the soul as solitude weaves its grasp

The strongest will survives little longer then the weak

As the sun pierces the heavens casting back the shadows

Life seeps back into the world

Havoc rushes forth sweeping the streets

Alone I walk in the city’s masses

Men of Greatness

As the sun rises

A man rides across the horizon

He wears a symbol the world will know

A symbol to announce great men

But as the man rides through the lone land

He does not realize the symbol he wears

He just rides forward into the endless landscape

While the boy plays he wears a symbol

A symbol that represents the men of greatness

The boy dreams as all children dream of the world

This symbol represents

As the sun sets a lone rider rides into the sun

A boy walks the road leading west

Their only a shadow against the light

But the symbol they wear stands visible

The symbol of the great men to come

And great men from the past

The hat both wear

Mean different things to each

The face of the men of old

Have long been forgotten

The face may be forgotten

But to us they lived like gods

In a world the young dream to reach

And so the sun sets

And the man is remembered

For the greatness he once showed

The Lone Bench

I sit upon this bench alone

I watch as the world passes by

I feel no happiness

I have no feeling but sadness

As I sit others come

They stay briefly bringing moments of feelings

But none ever stay

They are all but a fleeting dream and feeling

I wish for some to stay

But like happiness they abandon me

I sit alone on this bench

Waiting for the one

The one who feels me

The one who never leaves

Patiently I sit

Upon this bench alone