Stepping Over the Page

It hurts to envision the imminent
You've been left behind
Watch my feet race each other
Keep reality from my mind

Bringing up the rear is permanent
But when I look to each side I find
Children, fathers, and mothers
Walking with me, equally blind

All struggling with the same omnipotence
Forcing this path on mankind
With so many our path smothered
Yet solitude.

The future is written in words we cannot read
Walking through pages words become our feet

Characters in literature,
Leaping for the last page
Landing in the next sentence
This book will last an age

It doesn't matter to be mature
When nothing matters in a moment
When you're just being written and read
Just another wretched component

In an odyssey so massive
So dark yet so very litten
There's no time for us to be passive
Our story needs to be written.

Until Next Time- For Maxwell

I don’t know many 9 year olds I truly respect
Who share with friends and don’t ask for too much
But I know of one that honor could never reject
One who was always busy thinking of others and such

He was always very giving when he came to our house
And shared all of his toys with you and me
When it was late, and his family would head out
He’d leave us darts from his Nerf gun for free

Another time, by the Landry’s pool
When Max really needed to go
He decided to do something super cool
And he peed on my sister’s toe.

Max drank very deeply of life,
Making every single moment count
Some who have lived to a very old age,
Still haven't drank the same amount

One Friday at school, I was bored in class
When aunt Jamie sent me a text
Ditched my class, cause on campus was Max
And to the planetarium I went next

I sat outside the planetarium door
And smiled at what I could hear
From behind the door no one loved the sights more
Than Max as his wonder reached my ear

But that isn’t quite all that makes max stand so tall
Among people his age and those here longer
Cause when I was ill I would think of Max still
And remember how he was much stronger

Our tough superhero brought daily drama to zero.
As he loved in the midst of his trials
Staring life in the face Max felt it’s embrace,
He didn’t waste time with denial

Max has a head start now, to a place far above
A place that’s impossibly greater.
A place where he’s wrapped with powerful arms of love
So this isn’t goodbye. It’s see you later.

Pile

A horse being whipped after gallopping thirty mile
Freely download music in jail for awhile
Big plans never planned. Moses from the Nile.
How have you been? I hear you've had some trials.
Things aren't the best, but check out my smile.
All jokes. No warnings. Put me on file.
Listen, I'm me. What a classy style.
Kick me out. I'm free. New numbers to dial.

The Role Model

He sits down at his desk burying head in hands.
He then removes them. There isn't time.
Theres more work to do, more labor life demands,
He has to find a way to make another dime.

He's being a leader, it's a full time job,
Nobody prepared him for all of this
He gets called into the house to eat corn on the cob
Dinner with the family, something he can't miss.

He returns to studying.
He's never stopped fighting.
He still feels like he's wandering.
He goes back to suffering.
Suffering never left.

The battle is waging, and he knows how to fight.
He's a weary traveller, but he still journeys to the light.
He's not perfect at all, but he's seen many different days.
There was a time when he was young, when his beard wasn't grey.
There was a time when he was more stupid like his son.
But he now fights for what he has, and he has the respect of his sons.

The Detective of the Mystery of You

I don't know who you are
But you should know I'm happy to hear.
We're both interesting so far
Just wait until I bring you fear

I really haven't seen you
Except for here and there.
If you let me get to know you I'll see you everywhere.

You, you're the book that I've always owned.
But I've never read it. Just everyone else.
Now I see the cover. It's still new, but you've grown.
Can I read it now? It looks intriguing.

You're the friend of a friend.
So I say "Hey that's you"
But with my old friends your friendship end.
Ours can just be new.

You're the classic action movie
The one I haven't seen.
I pretended I have cause know you're groovy.
But now I just want to watch the screen.

You're the person that I now speak to.
Why not? Theres nothing to lose.
When we meet again there may be a breathrough.
Let's face it, you haven't refused.

Necks Gets Stronger the Longer They Hang

Hello pitiful. What's it gonna be?
Go ahead. Try. You'll fail to finish me.
Tie that noose tighter and find a better lure.
Suspend me by my neck and I'll still endure.
I'll flop for awhile. You'll smile with glee.
Till he cuts my rope and says "Go. You're free."
Then I'll embrace the ground and take a deep breath.
Did you really think you could entice me with death?
I'll take off that bag that you put on top of me.
and waste no time tossing it. I want it off of me.
I'll crawl from the dirt as I move from you noose.
You'll angrily stand there because I was cut loose.
I'm rubbing my neck. It's my most vulnerable part.
Really you're actually trying to damage my heart.
Will you ever realize that I'm simply not alone?
No. You'll just place before me another stone.
If I don't see it I'll trip and land in your rope.
The bitch for you is that I'll never lose hope.
Even if it takes awhile, you'l never see me die.
I hate you because while I'm choking you lie.
I'll struggle until it dawns on me that I should cry out.
And help will come. That's something even you don't doubt.
My help will look me in the eyes, and as a friend will say,
"I'm going to cut the rope, and you're gonna be okay."
So maybe step it up a notch. And get a bit more clever,
Because even through your deceit I'll endure forever.

The Eardrums of the World

Sometimes I think about screaming at the world.
I play with the idea, and let it swirl in my head.
I wake up and contemplate it, at night, in bed.
In the end I refrain, and am silent instead.

It would be senseless to scream at the world.
The result would be that my voice would be gone.
The world would laugh cause it's done nothing wrong.
The world would be still, ignore me, and move on.

I have no reason to scream at the world.
When I think about it, at the end of the day.
When all is done, I'm embarrassed and okay.
I'm actually being blessed and molded like clay.

Imagine a poll of who has screamed at the world.
Maybe those who loved someone who is now deceased.
Maybe those with foreheads legitimately creased.
Possibly someone who cannot withstand the beast,
Who is constantly chained under a lock and a key,
Someone who can't even imagine being free.
Maybe dreams about heaven are their only source of glee.
Someone who isn't spoiled like me.

I wonder if I'll ever scream at the world.
Either through immaturity, or just the horror of life.
Maybe I'll encounter a true source of strife.
For now I won't think about screaming.
But I'll help those that do, while I live my life.