I Hope

I hope you understand
I hold my life in my own hand
And I won’t take a knife and cut my wrist, and let it fall
I’m in it til I win it, in it til I get it all
Turn the mountain into mole hills
And climb them one by one
I’ll venture til my soul fills
Won’t stop, I’ve just begun
I hope that you can see
I see the light and it’s on me
And I won’t walk towards it, I’ll bask in its warm glow
Soak up all its energy, and release it in my flow
Turn Goliath into Davids
And fight them duel by duel
Fight them til the day rids
Me of my body’s fuel
I hope that you can hear
Because I’m speaking crystal clear
And I won’t ever tell you of my tale again
So take a seat and listen up as I tell you of when
I turned the darkness into night times
And slept the whole night through
Watched the sunrise as I wrote lines
And turned the sky from black to blue

Because We’re Human Beings

We think we’re such a special species
The wonderful human being
Our wonders fill anthropological theses
But what are we not seeing?
Do we not see the millions dead
In wars fought over lands?
A mother shot right through the head
A baby taken from her hands
Do we not see that baby grow,
Raised to be a killer?
Or do we choose just not to know
On his grave, a broken pillar
Do we not see the millions starve
As millions drown in fat?
Dry soil they plough while meat we carve
Nothing civilized in that
Do we not see the spouses beaten
The ones ought to be loved
After each fight they often sweeten
Then return with fist ungloved
Do we not see the childhoods taken?
Children put to work
On farms, in factories, and brothels, forsaken
Their pain we simply shirk
Do we not see whole groups suppressed?
The women, the blacks, the gays
Taking hundreds of years to be addressed
They’re still abused in ways
And if you see, you may ask why
We’re so cruel and disagreeing?
I’ll tell you now, and with a sigh,
Because we’re human beings

ISIS in Iraq

War is back in poor Iraq

At the bloody hands of ISIS

Militants on the attack

Another Middle Eastern crisis


Isis was a loving God

Goddess of mothers and magic

ISIS is now a murderous squad

Blackening Her name, it’s tragic


An Islamic empire is their dream

They’re stating, not implying

Al-Qaeda called them “too extreme”

Now that is terrifying


The army’s failed in their defence

Of civilians and their cities

Their milit’ry posts are but pretence

To fill their financial kitties


Thousands shot, and thousands died

As ISIS claimed the land

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

No one to lend a hand


Was it for this that thousands fought?

For this that thousands died?

Was all their fighting all for nought?

For this a thousand tears were cried?


Can the Middle East not have peace

For more than one day at a time?

Can we not call the police?

Is all this killing not a crime?


No, they cannot have such peace

For peace is not their aim

The gears of war must have their grease

To play this bloody game

Something Moving, Something Creeping

A whistling wakes you in the night
A shrouded moonlight aids your sight
You see your breath turn to a mist
The cold air grips you like a fist
Was it the wind that stopped you sleeping?
Or something moving? Something creeping?
You locked the doors, and closed the windows
So why throughout the house the wind blows?
The wind whimpers like a woman mourning
Is all this nothing, or a warning?
What secret is the darkness keeping?
Something moving? Something creeping?
The wind dies down, then you hear it
Braver men than you would fear it
A creeping sound, a scrape, scrape, scrape
That sends a chill right down your nape
What has sent your poor heart leaping?
Something moving? Something creeping?
You rise from bed, to the open door
You cannot bear even one step more
It’s getting louder, it’s getting closer
A horrible sound, that’s getting grosser
From your mind all doubt is seeping
Something’s moving, something’s creeping
The scraping sound turns to a thud
Upon the staircase made of wood
Some thing is coming up the stairs
Upon your skin stand all your hairs
Through your body are shivers sweeping
Something’s moving, something’s creeping
Then in the dark you see a head
Sharp teeth so white, and eyes so red
What are those spread out by its sides?
As long and sharp as farmers’ scythes
Your soul is ripe for the reaping
By something moving, something creeping
As it approaches, you step back
And hit the bedframe with a crack
You scream in pain and hit the floor
All hope is gone, there’s nothing more
On the cold, hard floor you’re weeping
While something’s moving, something’s creeping

A Mother’s Love

A mother’s love is easy to find
But not so eas-ily defined
It’s the sleepless nights, the endless watch
The plans their children easily botch
The hours spent in painful birth
And yet they love us with such mirth
And we love them, but not as much
Their heights of love we cannot touch
Until the day that you and me
Grow up and start a family
We’ll learn how much that love is tough
And thank them more, never enough


Nothing in Life Worth Having Comes Easy

We must struggle and fight for all in this life
Adam’s punishment from God to endure all this strife
If he’d only resisted that sweet-sour taste
None of our efforts would go to waste
All’s arduously built, easily destroyed
Hauled out of the earth, tossed in the void
It’s eased by technology that we have employed
But life’s merciless nature is hard to avoid
You try hard to make something
Try hard not to break something
Ignore and forsake nothing
Or you’re certain to make nothing
When times are tough, and work’s unrewarded
And not one bit of slack’s been afforded
A little old saying serves always to please me
“Nothing in life worth having comes easy”