I was saddled
And ready
When the others
Arrived

All of them
The others
That had the great war
Survived

And we were
All ready
To live in
Great peace

When another war
Rose
And my buddies
Deceased

Poetry by Me

Should I use a spoon?
Should I use a fork?
Should I use chopsticks?
Should I use a spork?

Should I use my hands
Should I use my feet?
What should I use
To properly eat

Poetry by Me

It's true
Truly
I don't tell lies!

It's true
Truly
I have alibies!

It's true
Truly

I swear on my fathers mothers sisters cousins grave!
That the truth was all I gave.

Poetry by Me

Don't roam
Where you don't fit
If you don't like
Why don't you quit

Don't stand
When you can sit
Less the situation
Demands it

I'm not sick
I'm just baffled
At what you did
Down at Stanford

Wasted 5 years
Of my time
Now I'll use five
Of yours for mine

Poetry by Me

Is it so?
Is it really true?
Are you being serious?
Is that really you?

I'm so sorry!!
I never would have known!
I accidentaly shot
One of my very own!

So take my advice
And think not once or twice
But at least a dussin times
Until you switch your life

Family is family
Sister or brother
Don't go down there
Don't go undercover

Poetry by Me

Tony Montana
He had the world in his hands
But he dropped it

Poetry by Me

We humans are too tender
We humans are too soft
We humans are too fragile
We humans, we are lost

We think but we don't act
We act but we don't think
This reason is abstract
Like this our ship will sink

Our brains are not complete
Our creation is not finished
We have to live for the little
Hope that has yet not diminished

Live by basic instincts
And breath when we have enough air
Because sooner or later
We humans will dissapear

Poetry by Me

How can there be?
Slavery and war
What do we people?
Have to fight for

It can't be a god
Because gods don't fight
It can't be the day
Because there will still be night

It can't be our friends
Because they don't want bloodshed
It can't be our ancestors
Because they're already dead

So why do we fight?
Why do we bleed?
I will fight to find out
Why we have this fighting need

Poetry by Me

Is it really you?
Yo Dre, is it her?
Don't call me Dre you b-hole!
Call me "Captain", or "Sir"

Well is that really her, Captain?
Is that really she?
Sit back down ol' Shady
It really really is me

She bowed down and kissed him
On his forehead withered and grey
And that was the last he remembered
That was the very last day

That day he was truly happy
He, the one eminent
The day that he shriveled up
And died. The end

Poetry by Me

I look back
At the few years I've lived
Always earning new knowledge
Learning new tricks

I look back
At the few events I've been at
I look back into my long life
Way, way back

And I still have a long way
To reach my parents age
They have their own house
They have their own place

In difference from me
They're on a whole new page
A page without hope
Where age has been misplaced

I keep telling my moms
She still has half her life to live
And I'm not even halfway there
I'm still an untrained kid

Though I may think I know a lot
Though I may think I'm wise
I may be one of those wiseguys
That I have learned to despise

Thinking too good things of me
Thinking I'm greater then I am
Thinking I have grown up
When I don't yet understand

Thinking things beyond reason
Beyond output and demand
Thinking through the four seasons
Walking through colorful lands

I still don't know the half of it
I have yet to learn the whole
I don't know the secret behind life
I have not yet found my soul

I may be lost and confused
I may already have found
Everything I need to know
I'm walking on golden ground

Or maybe I'm in a puddle
That I cannot seem to cross
Maybe I'm deep inside angry
Grieving over pasts losses

All I truly know is the moss
That grows by the mill and the river
And the beautiful scenery surrounds it
Life, is a riddle.

Poetry by Me