Jess <3 David

this was written for my by a fellow poet :]
he's mazing, his name is David
he's my new best friend, and i love him. <3


So Stylish, So sweet
Can't wait until we meet
I have heard all about your hugs
Been a witness to your love
You kindly took me in
And made me a friend
So wise in your ways
Spread joy with the things you say
It's hard to write a poem for the best
You really are that talented Jess
Cheer me up when I am down
Jess turns my moods right around
With pretty eyes and a run way smile
Shes got heart and I dig the style
So kind, funny, pretty and neat
One of the two people in Arkansas I cant wait to meet

David

dont worry, i'll always except you
weather you're gay or straight, a catholic or a jew
true love is selfless, and i practice it
i give and give and give, until it's my time to get

and with being my new friend
love is what you'll get around the bend
just stay true to me
dont leave my side, dont flee

my friends are so dear to my heart
and in my heart, is where you'll start.
if you'll stick with it, then i will
we'll stand pround and strong, on friendship hill

to Joni Mitchell we'll laugh and sing
dance and prace, twirl and fling
what's to happen next
will there be phone calls, will there be text

or maybe it will stop after this
if that's to happen, you'll be deeply missed
i really dont see that in our future though
i think we'll be friends, you wont be my foe

here's your poem, and a smile too
i love meeting new people, and i love you."

Our Prayer Hand

for his glory, we stand
putting together, our prayer hand
safe and sound, under his command

promised a heaven, with streets of gold
if we are saved, that's what we are told
ready and willing, we're an easy mold

not for strength, not for power
not to control, not to devourer
i am his, and he is ours

our potential is quaint
but, our feelings are faint
we complain and complain, we're one big compliant

will we change, will we remain
this simple dull, plain old Jane
or his love, will we gain

only by striving, studying, and staying
loyal to him, that's the price we are paying
if we do not, we are only betraying

his love and his care
forever they are there
through the death and the prayer

his commitment is strong
never-ending and long
always with him, is where we belong

Their Sins

sectioned off, cut in half

torn apart, pulled away

living life, day to day

vicious, sadistic

corrupted, and unclean

simply cruel, simply mean

born like this, no

made into this, yes

take one.. wild..guess

you, you did this

you, and your ways

it's the way, that you were raised

grown to change

created to convertt

with only one blurt

you get in the minds

deep in there

a ravage bear

to cause commotion

that's your job

you make it throb

it's an icepick, in the heart

a knife in the back

you're stuffed in the sack

caught, for good

to be made new

into someone not you

never to go back

you're stuck in your mind

controlled, and confined

this wont stop

until we force it to

it's not up to me, it's only up to you

can you do it

can and will you win

can you show them, all their sin

it takes only one shot

then you're done

I'll be waiting here, to see if you won

At It's Best

do you realize, do you finally see
what selfisness can do to me
it preys at my soul
with only one goal
to kill and destroy
but, you're a big boy
you can see, you can hear
if im far, if im near
you know when im around
and when i've hit the ground
ignorance is bliss,
but, stupidity, is never missed
over years, that's what you've become
no longer a person, beating to his own drum
not bright, just beige
in a book, just another page
the white wall, in a white house
the black thread, on a black blouse
the red pedal, on a red rose
the green rubber, on a green hose
the same old storys, the same old tales
the routine note, that never fails
im disappointed now
i just cant see how
that same boy, who would sing aloud
just sits and stares, along with the crowd
i'll get over it, im sure you will too
but as for now, im over you

Is It? Was It? Are We? Should We?

is it me, or is it you
is it false, or is it true
are there many, are there few
are you to sit, or are you to do


was it your fault, or was it mine
are we now pigs, that awful swine
or perhaps, a special kind of devine
one that's not fantastic, only fine


are we to sit, are we to cry
made to sulk, and wonder why
to walk and talk, and one day die
to watch the clouds got by and by


are we to look, and not to stare
to constantly care, about what to wear
weather or not, we'll make a perfect pair
or if we'll die, because life's not fair


should we get out, of the old routineto
go against, every gene
would that be wrong, would that be mean
is it to much, what we've all seen


is it them, or is it us
is it worry, or is it fuss
will we shut up, will we cuss
just long enough, to catch this bus