Her VoiceWhat have I as a weapon against her gentle voice?Where might I shelter my heart from that sound?Why should I fight this doom as if I had a choice,when that quiet thunder shakes my soul unbound?Oh, this pleasant torture rends apart my spirit!This tormenting song echoes so long in my ears.Like a moment of revelation each time I hear it,her soft speech makes a fleeting vapor of my fears.George Gibson
NeverHe never smiles,He never blinks,He never eats,He never drinks.In the game,He's bound to lose,It's not his choice,He cannot choose.He cannot leave,He cannot quit,He can only wait, Until he's hit.He can only wait.For when he falls to the floor,His cries we'll hear,Nevermore.
A Mad Hatter's PoemLove in a teapotI'd swim over every ocean to find youI'd bring you the moon for a smileI'd abandon a meeting with God and the devilJust to stay with you a whileI'd take you to see planets far awayand hurt anyone that hurt youJust so that you can think of me as a shining knight although that's not really trueI'd burn through a thousand forests of paperto write you a poem you loveand walk a thousand miles of stairs in the skyso I could show you the heavens aboveI would do all of this and morejust to see you happyI'd charge at heaven and harrow helleven though it sounds sappyNo matter what I do for youdon't yo
StoryI could write you a story,To tell how I feel,But words are just words,That never seem real,They seem like a world,I don't understand,Where man will fight nature,And man will fight man,You can't find my heart's feelings,Through the blood and the grime,Through the rape and torture,Or the most brutal crime,You can't read past the chaos,Or see past the screams,You can't fight past the nightmares,That are now everyday dreams,You won't see all this pain,All you'll see is normal life,Just the everyday horrors,Of OTHERS Strife,Can't see past your home,Your family your work,To look at the people,Trapped un
My HeartThe days come and goSome seem fast while others feel slow my heart beat is there and at times it will raceIve felt it slow like it wasnt in place but a feeling Ive craved in my chest, that is its homeis a slight feeling of love from another, Ive been told is warm seems no matter what Ive gave, sacrificed or triedI cant escape the cold in this heart of mine Now I sit wasting time, thinking of life, love, and artAs the hour glass pours it appears more and more I dont have a part I will keep pushing on of course for the beat is still there beyond my cageas I said my heart has been slow, this just happens to be another one of those days.
Free?Beneath the earth where dead men sleepBeneath the treeswho's roots run deepFar from the lightof open skiesfar from the birds with cheerful criesI've dug a tombfrom rock and stoneA place of restto call my ownAway from men with scornful eyesaway from lips that whisper liestoo far for hateful hands to reachand greedy sinnersmy life to leachThis solace forgedfrom solitudeis peace unearnedand undeservedAnd yet down hereI'm finally freeI'm free to livefree to be me.