When Days of End come at last,
when the American hegemony falls,
and the last demagogue
of the West
Surrenders the urban sprawl,
The Sun will Set
at the end of an Age,
And Once again the World will wonder;
There was a Caesar-
When Shall come such Another?
This is my exit,
This is where I get off.
It’s been a great drive,
though the going’s been tough.
Life in the Garden State
take your breathe away,
Driving you South
on that old Parkway
I seen some sights
That’ve made me think
and done some things
that make my heart sink.
Now my blinkers on
and I’m changing lanes
It’s time to go on
and head North for a change.
This goddam New Yorker
better get out my way,
Or else I’m going
South to stay.
It’s too late now,
the trap has already been sprung,
The curtains are closing on me
but I’m still so young…
Just end it now
before it gets too much
I dont wanna think about
all the other stuff.
It’s just too much
The thoughts rattle my brain
I’m going insane.
Help me to retain
The normal thoughts that once came
Into my brain.
But now I’ve had too much
I don’t want to think about
That kind of stuff.
So I take the rope
Tie it loose with the hope
That might not end here
But who am I kidding?
The end is near.
Why can’t this be a happy trip?
go ahead tuck in that pouty lip.
Sure this is the time to say goodbye,
but everyone knows all things must die.
It’s just a matter of where and when,
so here’s to you my unbelievable friend.
Just know that my love (and appreciation) will never end.
And maybe, someday we’ll meet again.
Doom & gloom
Sitting in my room
Looking at the moon, Till the break of noon
Gathered thoughts about to boom
Hope these unfamiliar feelings end soon
Save Me.
the walls are closing in.
Save Me.
from the demons that live within.
Save Me.
my mind begins to spin.
Save Me.
from this unfitting skin.
Save Me.
for they are whispering sin.
Save Me.
for my life is about to end.
And yes, you can make
all the excuses you want.
you can justify your
wrongs in any way that makes
your insecurities turn into
a feeling of power and well being.
You can dismiss the blatant truths
right in front of your eyes
in search of any reason to tell yourself
that this is not who
you really are.
But in the end,
you cannot hide from the truth.
You must come to face who you are,
who you have been,
what you have done.
In the end,
you cannot make any more
excuses.
You cannot cover up
any of your wrong doings.
You can no longer seek
to feed off the weak,
rather you must come to terms with
yourself and who you really are
as a person.
The man killed his only love
the only thing more beautiful than a blossoming foxglove
with one swift move he sent her away
and began a period of slow decay
and that was the end of his ladylove
who flew away gracefully like a dove
You don’t know what you got
until it’s gone
now with nothing left over which to fawn
it was hard for him to carry on
a love once lost
is hard to again find
you must hold tight
to what you deem devine
for in an instant it may be lost forever
180 degrees can change my life
as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife
should i turn around and end it now?
or continue this life beneath this frown?
Original Poetry 