ShoSai

Around the fire of our youth you made a promise to me To be there when I am strong To be there when I am weak To have my back even when you know I'm wrong And for you, I will do the same. When the bells ring over my head you will be standing next to me Yellow tie, purple shoes? Because we like it like that You will be the one making sure I make it to the other end You will be the one with the strong back hand If only to remind. When my first child is born, I can already see you squirm Can I hold her? Yes you should be the fourth The maid of honor already has dibs on the third Now made the Godfather. And when I am old and crank

       Double stitch, Back stitch, Hand stitch             Its all simply making me itch       This sudden sickness is going to dig my ditch             Flip the switch, lick your lips The war between "eyes" is visible from the red on her skin      Bobbeins, needles, cotton, thimbles, patterns                 Tools of the trade             Symptoms of the sickness             that stitches its self in                    The very fabric                        Of your                            Being...  

The wind happens to push the plush looking flower petals into the air Dancing they go over the place once a dance floor Long ago Left alone they dance around her Night fall not far behind The chill in the air welcomes its self to the out-door party always present Large white tents, Tables wrapped in lavender, Flickering lights from the inside of brightly painted oil lamps, Vases That once held fresh white roses, now withered Her soul remains. A sparkle half covered in red lays among the petals Laughter to horror The sound of music sometimes still lingers The groom still visits the place of his sad fate Her face fully painted

I want to toss a fist full of pocket change into the ocean... Just so I can watch it sink to the bottom and wonder where it will end up.... Will it sit in the same spot..? Forever lost under the waves..? Or will it be dug up one day, having washed back up into the sand by treasure hunting metal detectors..? Or will it end up across the great wide ocean near a different country, having been carried by the current..? I want to toss a fist full of pocket change just so I can watch it sink to the bottom and wonder about the future of my actions..... When I stop to smell the roses of life do I ever really think about what the action means?

Some times you just have to put the pen down Some times you just have to scream it You have a voice Don't forget about it Don't look both ways and let it out Your voice should be a reminder Of your world you stand in So remember Your here so don't forget to scream Every once and a while In The place your feet stand Your heart beats Sometimes you have to put the pen down And some times you just have to scream it Your lungs are young and able Your voice should be a reminder Of your life so remember To use your voice Speak up Scream loud We're here We'll listen You will be heard...

The hurt he held deep in his eyes Was his very definition How could I with the darkest past A past filled with Smoke and ashes Flashes of soft petals Lost hope, lost worlds Sweet smelling gashes barriers unimaginable Even want to brush away another human being's pain as if it was mine His definition  was too painfull for me to watch Cold shoulder's, grunts of ignorance, shot down with a glare You never make anything easy do you Cold shoulder's, Grunts of acknowledgment, see through looks You still won't face me....

             A mother with her arms around her child                          A protective father                    With his arms around his family                      The lighting is calming           &#

I shut my bedroom door My head hits the pillow My bangs tickle my eyes As I started to drift When the lights go out Like the wind in one Fluid motion I am once again Waiting for a Rare sleep to take over When the noises start CREEK, CRACK, POP! Blood shot eyes Sweep the room Noises, noises, noises Always noises Its just my head Only the moon light Is touching the floor From the shadow of the window Now movement is Joined with the floor In the shadow of the moon it Dances, laughing at me TICK, TOCK, BEEP! My clock sounds Its morning now...Damnit!  

My emotions fad just like the colors of a rainbow The red stands for the anger I hold up inside it fades to a soft pink For the embarrassment I hide Orange stands for the excitement I hold in my Clenched fists it fades to a shinning yellow For the happiness I see in everyone's heart. Green is the envy I hide in both plain sight and nowhere at all. Blue is the sadness I never show any one it blends into The indigo that shows my pain I'm the violet kid. You know me. But... You really don't. My emotions.. Although there. Are never seen. My emotions fade just like the colors of the rainbow Faded from the sky that are my words.