Fear crawls through Me everyday the fear of not Being perfect The fear of being alone The fear of what people think of me The fear that I’m embarrassing But you have to put them fears bhind And fight your fears

I know some of us have grown up to fast To where there’s not much fun in childhood pasts I know this because I am one And I wish I had a little fun But now when I look back I just imagine what I could’ve had if I Didn’t spend all my time trying To be enough Laughing insults off Talking to adults instead of kids my age I would try to be tough So I would be one people looked up to Now where has it lead me in this world misery?

She watched out the window, Watched as the sun rose. Glistening drops on grass blades, Soaking her in her woes.

The sun soon reached high noon, Kissing the tallest cloud. She watched as it melted her love, Her cries weren’t heard aloud.

Evening came like graceful cats, Smooth and slow and stern. Watching she was as it hide her shame, For which he desired and yearned.

The moon was hidden in the sky, The stars the only light. The tale of her secrets she watched, Words dancing through the night.

The sun rose again, as it did each morn, It’s game it comes to play. Repeat the horror of her foes, The twist, her stature made of clay.

Machines radiating rumbles, We can offer you the best deal Our staff may give dazed mumbles, But, We assure you, it’s all real

Haven’t slept in three days? That’s exactly our business Have too many assignments in the way? No need to be helpless

We can sleep for you! This technology is our savior Just hook up and feel new Transfer dreams to a ‘sleep neighbor’

Confirm right here, on-top this line Ah yes—sign your name Government clauses dictate we can’t scan your mind Nor can we fry your brain

Now sit here, and put on the cap; It’s a funny looking, metal device You will feel at ease, almost like a nap Our service, a week, is to offer this twice

A long time ago I can remember when I was a young boy I’d play all day and whisk away to the music my mother would play

The abc’s and 123’s were all the burdens life had on me And I could almost taste the warmth of mother liberty.

But I grew up, and times have changed That young boy was lost to my age And politics consumed my brain And tax’s that I had to pay

And then two kids And a mortgage And more politics And the stress of all of it Made me forget the start of all of it… The young little boy

But I guess after all of this I grew up to see the world as it is And all I can say on top of this is,

Bye, bye, bye little boy You helped remember, how to spread my wings and soar

But, bye, bye, to the wide eyed little boy The world was to cruel for you to be here anymore

Bye, bye, to the lad that once was me I’ll always remember that feeling of liberty

Bye, bye, bye to the little boy I don’t need you anymore

It all started the year 1999 it was a hot summer in Florida. There was enough sweat to start a lake. I josh, was 23 had a fiancée she was Nicole. I woke to be in sweat. It dripped over my eyes eyes to make my vision odd, or it was just from my awake. I stumbled around the house looking for Nicole. I saw y-her and she was looking at bills. Her long thick hair swayed as she turned around to look at me. “Josh I’m done!” She said throwing the papers at the table, sitting down and grabbing her knees. “We can’t even afford to live here anymore!” “It’s fine, I can just get another loan from … well you know who.” I cried “Oh really, and when you don’t pay him back! You can’t even say his name!” “It’s fine, pfft, your the one getting hurt from this!” I yelled there was a silence a tear ran down her face. “Like I don’t care! You know what I can’t stand here and see you hurt yourself like this. Goodbye!” She cried throwing her engagement ring at me. I didn’t care then I just don’t know why. I mean we had broken up 2 times and gotten back together but deep down. I knew I was a jerk. I went on my morning jog and then a man, started fallowing me. I ran, but he did too. At one point I saw a car flipped over. The same car as Nicoles, at first I thought it was a coincidence but then I saw Rick. Rick was my loan shark. He was driving away in his car. My heart dropped I guess I passed out I woke up and operantly in 1750 I didn’t know that at the time, so I was confused about the way they dressed. “Oh my your awake now!” A woman about the age of 20 said. “We’ll are you hurt, I mean your dressed oddly, but you look fine, I was so entertained by her beauty that I forgot she was talking . “Oh yes I am fine,” “Ok well I am fine but where are we?” I questioned. “Oh my house,” I still looked confused for a second “New York honey” “Oh yes, but why are you dressed like that?” “I think I am dressed pretty modern, I mean shouldn’t you be the one for that question. It’s the year 1750 for crying out loud. I don’t know why but I just knew she was right. I decided to take her on a date. I am serious when I say I fell in love with her in a day. I don’t know why but it just felt wrong. I mean what about Nicole. I still had to spend the night with her I mean I didn’t have a house I went to sleep as I woke up I saw a man he started screaming and running to me screaming “I’m sorry I’m sorry I can’t put you back in time, I’m stuck myself I don’t understand I don’t understand it.” He froze into stone I saw something he held. I grabbed it my veins began to turn black, I dropped it fore I felt a pain when I held it. I set it down and read it it showed a number 1750 and a place New York. Maybe I could go back but it turned so fast I went to 1820 and New York I woke holding it I dropped it immediately and a woman stood over me “Help I can’t escape him I don’t want to be a slave anymore” I couldn’t just leave her there but I couldn’t take her I mean I needed to go home. As I got up i saw her baby bump. I needed to help her but as soon as I opened my mouth she said “He died, and I can’t watch my baby get sold.” I agreed and we set foot we went to the Conner of the fence where no one could see and climbed the fence I used gardening tools that were sharp to get between the bricks when we left she said “We are not done, we must get to the north fore someone could take me we found a horse but no carriage so we took the horse but I didn’t know how to ride but soon we got there. And baby Nicole goodbye I must go see you in the hospital

We bought the chair We were so young Brand new and beautiful Our first “together” object

We kept it Year after year When we moved When we changed

Somehow it became a symbol The sign our love was still there Even when the times were hard Even when life was being unjust

We kept it Year after year Even when the living room Didn’t match anymore

And when our baby arrive We snuggle in that chair The three of us Very tight but happy

Countless nights we slept there Too tired to stand up or go to bed Too tired but happy And the chair provided confort

The chair became a throne A royal sitting for our little one A paper crown on her head She looked upon us with pride

The chair became a rocket A boat, a mountain It became a bed so often also For her after a long day of play

Now she is grown up and she has left But I still like to sit in the chair and reminisce We both snuggle in there Still tight but it’s okay if we are together

And the grandchildren came next And our daughter still fell asleep in that chair Like she did when she was little Like we did so long ago with her

And once again the old chair lived Becoming a playground For those little blond hair The three of them all climbing and pulling

One day the chair will break And my heart will too So much time has passed So much happiness are written within its design

An imagination unconfined And undisturbed by ceaseless time Is something rare indeed to find As we start to age

When someone offers up for trade Youth and wonder for an 8 hour day The mind can seem to be unmade Replaced by obligation

I reflect back on the youthful me And my current daily drudgeries Until there’s something bitter in me And I put the thought away

What on earth, is someone to do Without youthful dreams to persue A baran grove devoid of fruit Nothing there to nourish

I guess I’ll go forth and plant new seeds Where the crop of youth used to be Although bitter fruit, it is indeed They still deserve to grow

I’ll seek to hone and redefine This newfound cynical voice of mine And, in doing so, strive to find In it, some form beauty

We become new selves as we age And in so doing seek to assuage
The corrosion of our youthful ways Wrestled from conformity

With that in mind, I’ll make a vow To sow the seeds and pull the plow To make harvest of the ‘here and now’ And foster forth the growth

I cannot and will not tear asunder Remnants of my childish wonder And allow the world to plunder The treasures of my youth

a man now grown but will not relent To responsibility at my detriment But will make my time well spent With what I choose to do

And despite my aged cynic’s eyes I will not allow myself to despise My current station in this life Because it’s really not so bad

It may be different than what I’d see When as I child I’d imagine me And what I’d do and who I’d be But that always seems the case

But, from life, one can derive Ways to become and feel alive Though it may be a harder strive It is still a good pursuit

I’ll wake up and check the vine Of this weary crop of mine And in turn I will find Life still bearing fruit.

Immortality is great. Except watching the world go by, watching your family die. And that war comes and goes. I also moved into my house when it was surrounded by trees, now surrounded by skyscrapers and cell towers. And so much time has gone by yet so little has improved. Again weapons get deadlier and deadlier, sure that’s great for the beholder, but anything around it can be cleared in seconds. Plus the worlds melting around us and people care more about electronics. As well as the animals disappearing one by one, people dying even faster. Fighting for rights, yet losing more in the process. Equality losing its meaning. Politics gaining more attention than family. Country’s have nuclear bombs at there disposal, yet they can’t feed their people. And I guess people could stop world hunger yet spend it for a nice car. Now I ask myself how is it that our world can improve so much but worsen even more? You know what? You all suck, Y’know that? I used to love immortality, but it’s horrible!

We give away the color of our hair To the leaves, So they are still beautiful when they land gently on our graves.