the most emo song ever written in the history of the world. I apologize for the explicit language. Sometimes strong emotions call for strong language? I regret the day I met you You're just a (fucking...-WANT TO CHANGE) curse And so I curse your name & want my last four years reversed. & even when this leaves me & I go back insane I hope & pray I'll see that I'm just staring down a drain. Cuzz I can't stand this trainwreck my impaired vision leaks. I know its bound to happen every single time we meet. I know you know I loved you even through the bad But now I know I'm above you and all your little petty fads. So do me one last favor: forget we ever met. Then let your sword-toothed-mouth betray some other brainless pet. Take your icy shoulder & shove it in their face. Make them face the moonlight & feel your cold embrace. Feed them lies for breakfast & greet your plastic sun. Tell them that forever they will be the only one Eat your words for dinner make sure you get the crumbs. Then sleep in someone else's bed with your loaded gun. When you catch 'em waking you can never let 'em run! Just throw them in the dumpster like the trash that you've become. **** I Ain't sayin' I'm a saint, But you ain't one either. So keep your bullshit to yourself hang that mouth up on a shelf 'till it finds something to yell about that's worth a damn.

the cavalry is rumbling in the western sun stands still again while i stand in the forlorn shade of a sandstone wall worn thin Blindly facing loaded guns this ain't no capgun toothbrush run I sink into the wild dark to find where I lost the Sun And I can't see, I can't see no more With shackled feet, shackled to the floor So I look up, look into the night And I scream silent, silent with no light I tremble not unlike Voltaire. A fly who's swatted from the air. My heart ticks fast with every stroke. counting down my seconds bare. My looming, swelling waves of thought. Battle hopes my heart has sought. I'm lost between the here and there. With open hands, tied and taut. And I can't see. I can't see no more. With shackled feet. Shackled to the floor. So I look up. Look into the night. And I scream silent. Silent with no light. An evil voice begins the count. If only I could think so loud. The dust now settles on my tongue. Filling space with dirty clouds. Fives now turning into fours. The burst of clicks drowns out the cure. And finally the noises stopped. Then I heard FIRE and nothing more Now I can see. I wanna see the light. My feet are free. Free to run or lie. Now I look up. Above the firewall. And I scream crying. Crying with resolve.

A song about abstracting a real outbreak of tornadoes. Google "super outbreak" The day had barely started when the sky turned black as night. No sooner did the clouds grow up to unrelenting heights before the trees discerned their lesser size and danced in fright. The april breeze became a wind so fierce it bled my ears as april showers fled from binding skies like dreaded tears. I feared this april day my last as sheets of light appeared.. The tallest tree met lightning and was struck down on the ground I saw defeat upon its stump now black instead of brown. Just below his burning branch I thought I saw a frown. Its silhouette was now replaced with corresponding lines Paralleled in awesome motion like a wind turbine. I searched the earths horizon and saw a dark skyline. The roaring sky became a coliseum turned upside down. The lions preyed on everything within that quiet town. And I, a gladiator, prayed that I would be unbound. My gaze was chained upon the vortex twirling all around, held captive by its brutal path now ravaging the ground. This barbarian's destruction seemed to know no earthly bounds. And in his hands he held us all to only take away the things we held and valued most, though we were not betrayed. I never valued life so much before that wretched day.

"the tempest" ??? My storm has come in again The same familiar turbulence I try to dry my eyes from it But rain keeps falling down. Outside my bedroom window the wind torments the streets. The shutters hit the glass with a subtle aching beat. I heard the thunder's warning. I saw the lightning strike. And as the clouds drew nearer I saw things in hindsight. A maleficent opponent coming for my breath. I wish I'd never known it. It only brings me death. But hiding is no option It's never worked before So I just have to wait here for the sky to wage its war My precipitous decision to anticipate the rain has now become my downfall as I drown I must abstain Like every other battle lost I'm seeing now the greater cost As freezing rain and numbing frost bear down on all my soul. How can i prepare myself for what the future holds? I know this storm will come back. Will I run or just withhold? This quickly flooding barren room fills my empty head with doom and surely will become my tomb unless I soon escape. I try to hold my breath now in fear of sinking lower. Then take a gulp to test out the breathing in the water. But with the time allotted this is no simple task. But I eventually find it, the normalcy in chaos. With every routine tempest the fear is worn away. The fear of being tempted grows smaller every day. But this is not a good thing for I've become a fish who walks among the people with hidden gills so brutish. Now every task is harder as time is plagued by storms. And wading in the water has now become a norm. With jagged rocks below me and crushing waves above, I'm drowning in my ocean, impossible is love. Like every single battle lost I'm witnessing the greater cost As freezing rain and numbing frost have frozen in my soul. Why didn't I prepare myself for what presently stands? I know this ocean way too well and fear forgetting the land. (or miss forgotten land) But i can't go back again. By now, it's just too late. I'm never good with promises for fear of my mistakes. Although I don't know where or when, something's got to change. I have to get that through my head before my storm wakes.

a song dedicated to the women of my life: This ruffled-bedsheet-head of mine will never be made up with impressions of lost dreams on last nights pillow. While your perfect geometric lines on pillows gently fluffed make the divets in your mattress appear shallow. Your Magic-8-Ball-intuition steered you wrong this time and pretty soon your thrown is gonna break. No matter what I say to you I always lose your eyes to the fires raging deep within your head. Your waging arbitrary wars with nothing but a hunch and some aimless arrows pointed towards my chest. You find me to be guilty until proven innocent and you never stop until my defense rests. The ladder that you use to climb atop your high-horse-head seems to be the cause of all of my misfortunes. I always have to cross its path to save you from the wreck when I find myself a deer in headlights blazing. So please be kind and spare me of this nonsense you call love cuzz what you chase is not what I am after. though my heart's an endless whirlpool of confusion in a muck and it's dying for some human interaction. This oceanic loneliness is drowning me with words and its ebbing-flowing-doubting-ceaseless-wonder. And though it seems so tortoruous to breathe beneath the surface, The idol sirens beckon me back under. But I'll be your big fish if you'll be Santiago's daughter and you promise not to feed me to the makos. Cuzz sometimes I'm an empty glass drained of all the water, and a tighter grip will cut you for my breaking.