Babies

Cute little babies

Funnier than a blind dog with rabies 

Doing as they please

Crawling on their knees

Diapers filled with disease

Flying to eat it, fleas 

Cause trouble

Two causes double

Playing with their toys

Some girls and some boys

It's amazing how they live

Always willing to give

Life in the moment

Happiness is sent

One day I want a kid

I'll never get rid

Of my baby

Find my love

Hope it's not just a maybe

Jom And Terry

Running from the cat

He's got to be fast

Wise

Tricky

Think as if he were one

A mouse

Small and sneaky

Living on the edge

Reality strikes him

The cat/mouse chase has begun 

Under the table

To the kitchen

Towards the fridge

He wants the cheese

Needs his feed

The cat is just one step behind

Grabbing at his tail

Success

The mouse is in trouble

Needs a game plan to escape

Pokes the cat in the eyes

The cat cries, letting go

The mouse runs to his hole

Safe and secure

He rests in his matchbox 

Still needs some cheese

Writes out his next plan on the chalkboard

Feeling ready to execute 

He goes at it again

The chase goes on

Plan B

The devil asked me to join him

What's the space time continuum

Involved with his plan

I thought I ran, but I didn't

He was just standing there

I lost my brain to the solution

But where did it come from

I think it came from an escalator

But it was found in the city of New york

Where did I go

To the sea of Galaly

Maybe but not very likely

To win a bull in a fight and have no sight

It rains lemon drops in

To a foster home with children

White, yellow and green

Some you have seen 

But not really

Except in space

You'll see their face

It's got to be

Three

Well, I have an idea

Lets count to ten

Run to heaven

Play tag with the devil

But be on God's level

Do you know what I mean

Where I go

Who I know

How I am

When will I leave

To that otherside

Will I have to hide

From God

I'm not following his rod

So, party time

It's all fine

Should Have Spoke Up

Tears ran down his weary face

No place to go

Lost faith in God

Wondering whether to take his life or not

One week has passed and gone

Still, he sits in that same rocking chair

His love has left him in the dust

Wondering, will he ever find love again

Pondering inside his mind

What should he do

All alone, no one's been by for weeks

He just wants a little love and attention

No more tears to cry

He's decided to give up on himself

Grabs the gun and ammo

Goes up to their old room

"I hate you all

I hope you're all in pain when you find out

No one could have saved me

Have fun cleaning up my blood!"

He puts the gun in his mouth

"Fuck this life"

Blows his head off into shatters

His pain finally leaves his body

Friends and family cried when they heard

No one has ever felt the same

His ex-lover never got the chance to tell him

She was pregnant

Emerson's Haunted House

      There is a house on Emerson street.  Everyone in town dares not go to that corner house.  A rumor says this house has had many guessing murders.  Only ghost's are in there, not even a mouse.  The house is dark brown with a black roof that's sagging.  The smell is gagging.  Dead grass that crunches when you step on it.  Pale green window shutters, broken, ragged, tired. 

      Every night at midnight the living room light turns on, but no one is inside.  The ghost's are playing and are never gone.  Music exits the house, sounding like crying ravens in enormous pain.  The feeling of death fill your soul when you walk by.  You feel insane, talking to yourself, saying you'll be ok.

      Hell awaits inside for anyone that enters this haunted house.  Nobody has had enough courage to enter.  One day someone will and they won't come out.  They'll be trapped, FOREVER!