When do you give up loving?
When do you end “forever”?
When do you stop waiting?
When do you think “it’s over”?

Why do people want to live long?
What are they living for?
Why not die now to be peaceful?
Why ask birthdays to come more?

Why is it so hard to decide?
If love is wrong or right?
And why do you think it is wrong?
When it feels so right all along?

Why cry when you’re left behind?
Why not laugh for being free?
Why remain deaf and blind?
By a broken loyalty?

Why do lovers give a second chance?
Want to be fooled and hurt again?
Isn’t it enough being stupid once?
You still believe in sweet romance?

When do you say you’re in love?
When do you say you’ve fallen out?
How do you explain your reasons?
For a sudden change of emotions?

When do you stay sleeping?
To keep yourself dreaming?
When do you decide to wake up?
When does dreaming finally stop?

What is the meaning of DESTINY?
Is it “forever YOU and ME”?
And how do we define REALITY?
Is it that “YOU and ME can never be”?

Why can’t we be loved by who we love?
Why can’t we love those who love us?
Why are there people who love each other?
Why are there people who love another?

Why do some fall in love with a friend?
Does a good friend make a good lover?
What if the relationship ends?
Does friendship need to suffer?

Why don’t we ask questions?
When our heart is in doubt?
And why do we keep on asking?
When we already know the answers?

I walk down the street
towards you
I lose my nerve;
Walk past your alcove
Walk back again
Say hi
And then
“What happened?”
You look at me with indignation

“What happened when?
What happened today?
What happened yesterday?
What happened three months ago…?”

I’ve made a mistake.
I should get out
I have to leave…
What ever happened to don’t talk to strangers?
“Why am I out here?”
I relax.

“I used to be a designer.
An architect. I’ve been published in Azure and Blueprint.
But then I lost my wife. She locked me out and that was that.
I lost everything…"

“I started drinking, joined the military…
Got out. And the checks they promised me?
They’re nothing. Not enough to live on. Not even close."

“People yell at me
‘Get a job’
But no one will hire you
If you haven’t showered in a couple days,
Haven’t shaved in a couple months,
And haven’t been able to buy a suit in years.
And what are you supposed to put in the address field on an application?
Harvard square sidewalk?”

I search my wallet.
Nothing.

“And people walk right past,
Keep their eyes
Looking straight ahead…
Pull their kids to the other side of the sidewalk…”

I listen.
I listen for hours.
You smile at me.

“Nice talking to you”

I love a good squirrel and the occasional possum,

Lord have mercy, how they taste awesome?

Staring at me from the pot, right after church.

I grab some sweet taters and cold sweet tea,

Hush puppies, corn bread, and sap from the tree,

And set the table out back, that we may eat.

Lord we thank you for the coon fat gravy,

Give us our bread, and oh, just maybe,

Could you pro-vide some cow tongue and pig feet for a treat?

We slop it up and ask for seconds,

There ain’t hardly enough I begin to reckon,

I fetch the boomstick, the dog, and hit the trail.

Colt 45 and two full mags, baby that’s all I need.
Jump me in the park after dark, and I’ll smoke you in the teeth.
When my clips drop your heart will stop, bloods flowing out your head,
Your friends will see not to mess with me, ‘cause now your ass is dead.
So go out and get a job, workin’ at a sewage farm,
Cause a job demands no idle hands, that wanna challenge Right to Bear Arms.

You were gonna live your life, but you got high,

You were gonna grow up and find a wife, but you got high,

You broke in-to my house, and now you must die,

Why? Because you got high, it caused you to die, now your mother will cry.

Eight-Seven-O, now you know, it holds 4 to 6 three-inch shells,

Face in a trance,

While I wait,

I’m so happy I could dance.

You came up to me,

And you asked me,

“Sir, please” What do you want?

Loud people, and loud noises

No matter I ignore this,

One deep breath,

And I say altogether,

I want the number seven spicy,

With some red beans,

And some BBQ, Sauce on the side,

And why don’t you give it to me,

With the buttery, buttery bis-cuit and some Dr. P.

Alexander Payne was thirteen when we first met

Feisty, Fun, and Fearful all in one.

A sense of humor was something Alexander brought with him.

Pain was the other thing he carried.

Throbbing, stabbing, constant pain was always his visitor.

Alexander doesn’t allow this visitor to take over the room.

He continues his stories of love, life, dreams and defeat.  All the while pain is in the corner

Knocking, rapping, screaming shouting.

A button pushed, the door slammed in pains face

Only briefly, but long enough for Alexander

to share his life and sometimes his fears.

That if the transplant doesn’t come along, his dreams of the Alaskan wilderness will vanish, along

With the hopes of finishing school and the shows he plans to see.

PAIN crashes the door.  Alexander in pain again.

In the heart of the orphanage stood

A lady of young and helpful mood

For she helps the strays have fun playin’

A flimsy beauty that is found within

While in the crowd one poses blithely

A perfect body owned by this lady

And though her authentic beauty shines brightly

Her frail heart beats very selfishly

And now I’ll ask you a cinch question

On the two ladies, who do think is better?

But remember, dear, that your answer

Reflect the beauty that your soul conquer

I was just getting into my steaming bubble bath after getting home and making dinner when my five year old knocked on the door said, “Mom, there’s a man here that says he from the FBI.  He wants to talk to you.”

Startled, I jumped out of the tub only to slip and bash my head onto the edge of the porcelain.  When the stars faded, I hurried more carefully to get to the door and to my daughter.  I yelled for her.

“Angela!”

No response.  I was horrified when I discovered that the door had been jammed from the outside, effectively locking it.  I was trapped.  My daughter’s voice no longer audible.  I knew she was gone, I yelled and created a commotion that I hoped would wake the neighbors.

After yelling for what seemed like an hour (I found out later it was only fifteen minutes) the Sheriff’s Department came and released me from my ceramic trap.  The door of the bathroom opened and two young Clark County Deputies, one a baby-faced “man” who looked no older than 19 and his partner, a blonde that had a permanent bitch face, looked down at me on the tile floor.  His expression was one of pity for a thirty something woman sitting against the wall of her bathroom covered only with a towel as he offered to help me up.  Hers was a look of contempt laced with annoyance.

In a clearing of roses

You were with me

Dancing and prancing

In the heart of the trees

In a clearing of roses

You smiled and told me

“I love you forever”

And i believe it ever

In a clearing of roses

I was eternally blissful

For the present moment

Was what I always wish for

In a clearing of roses

Everything was lovely

“The power to rescue Mother Earth lies within the hands of the youth.”

The quest of saving Mother Earth from total destruction has been irresponsibly ignored by most of the people throughout the beginning of the industrial revolution. The populace has been blinded by the dominance of useful and yet destructive technology. Only a few strive to find the perfect answer to the rapid destruction of Mother Earth and yet the answer has remained undiscovered through out time.

But the key that can save our beloved Mother Earth has been wandering with us from the very beginning. It has been silently drifting, waiting for someone to discover its dominating power. The solution to our rapidly – developing environmental crisis is quite simple – youth supremacy.

There are three major aspects that are affected by the technology’s control over the people. These are the land, water and the air. They are continued to be destroyed by man’s careless actions and self – centered intentions. If what we want is to rescue our Mother Earth, they are the first things to be considered and paid attention.