Found Poem

The Posies:  Its Great To Be Here Again

It 's easy livin' in the house of your dreams

Wall to wall with every trophy you don't need

All the players say the damndest things

Making time for the camera 16 minutes can bring

Hands tied, put them up in the air

And load it down like you probably don't care

The whole world is starting to share

In a sense all the senseless events happen here

Yeah, it's great to be here again

Where the saints all sing along

I hope the party never ends

Act now and you'll play for it later

Chill out before you learn how to hate her

It's too late to take it all back while you wait for the top of the ladder to crack

Order up!

This one's for the kiddies

They don't care now and they never Diddy

Holy water is under the bridge to the future we're burning to get to the fridge

Yeah, it's great to be here again

Where the saints all sing along

I hope the party never ends

Yeah, it's great to be here again

Where the saints all sing along

I hope the party never ends

A ryhming dictionary and a bag of chicken

A pin button puffin starting to thicken

Most extreme eliminatin' the rival teams

A midget mercenary married to a Wiccan

Hell yeah, it's great to be here again

Where the saints all sing along

I hope the party never ends

I like the scene, I like the sound, I like the way that we pretend

While the saints all sing along

Hope the party never ends!

(I'm glad we're still friends I hoping that it won't end; I'm in love with the fight I'm breakin those who won't bend)

Hands tied

It used to be easy living,  now your dreams are burning to the ground

The whole world is staring senseless at you

They don't care and they never did

Hoping the party would never end was your only concern

It's too late to take it all back

Now you're paying for your actions

There are no sounds, no scenes, no saints

Hell is here

I hope the party never ends

Raise The Roof (Favorite Song Lyrics)

                                                              Are we human, or are we dancer?

         I got soul but i'm not a soldier

BRING THE NOISE

                                  Love is going to save us

    I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul

           RELAX, take your time

We were fated to pretend

For a minute there, I lost myself

                  Lights and music, are on my mind

         Up on melancholy hill there's a plastic tree

I can FEEL the BEAT

                                        Get Loose

                                        Let It Be

Its great to be here again

                                                              What goes up

                                                            Must come down

STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON

                                             ROCK n RAVE

Put       Your      Hands     Up      In     The      Air

Scrumptious

I don't really know why I chose this word. It could be that I just enjoy the way it rolls off my tongue so smoothly when I say it. Or that you can use it to describe almost anything. For example, that food was scrumptious, that music sounded scrumptious, or even that girl looks very scrumptious today. You see, not only is this word fun to say, it can also be used in various forms to describe pretty much anything. It gives me a giddy feeling inside every time I say it. Kind of like how little kids get giddy when their parents take them to get ice cream after a game or walking downstairs on Christmas day. It fills my soul with joy to hear and say this word. I think we should all definitely start over using this word every day. Just try and add it to every sentence you say. Whenever you are trying to describe something, use scrumptious. Nothing would give me more satisfaction than to hear this word being over used every day.

D E A T H

Hello fellow peers.  To start off, I would like to thank those of you that have the time a patience to read and ponder my last will and testament before I leave this world and pass over into the next, well that is if there is a next.  

By now you are probably wondering, "how did this fine and stunning gentlemen end up dying?"  This question is quit easy to answer.  I was killed in a very awesome way because all important people die in fascinating ways.  Well back to the point, you see late one night I was assassinated in my sleep.  Yes, it was very tragic but do not stop reading because you have discovered I am dead, for there is still much to learn.

To start off this testament, I would like to thank those who have had the biggest impact on my life.  First is my parents obviously, just like everyone else.  I would next like to thank Johnny Knoxville for being a huge inspiration to me.  Don't ask why because I do not want to take the time or effort to explain it.  

Do not weep or grieve that one of the worlds most spectacular and most interesting people that have ever set foot on this earth is probably dead, but be happy and rejoice that I conquered this planet with my inspirational writings and other great talents and left this world on top.   

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone.

Through the streets of an abandoned city.  No noise except for a broken record.  The sent of rotten food, the taste of ash in my mouth, and a fire burning is coming from somewhere off in the distance.

I walk alone.

Soon I come to a point where there are no more buildings.  No more sounds.  Not even the sent of rotting food.  There is just nothing.  As far as I can see, nothing.  I am completely and utterly alone.

As I continue down this long road I realize I can no longer remember what life was like before I began walking.  I can not remember the taste of food, the sound of music, the touch of grass. Nothing.  My mind can only think of the emptiness and loneliness that surrounds me.  No matter what I do I can't, and never will be able to escape this dark nothingness. 

I walk alone

Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you.  I'm thinking about you like Tom thinks about Jerry. 
Like Beavis thinks of Butt-Head.  Like Brad thinks about Angelina. 
Like Jim thinks of Pam.  Like Rocky thinks of Bullwinkle.

I'm thinking about you like Jimi Hendrix thinks of guitars.  Like M.J. thinks of singing.
Like Travis Barker thinks about drumming.  Like Mozart thinks about the piano.
Like Tupac thinks about rapping.  Like Led Zeppelin thinks of rocking.

I'm thinking about you like cookies think of milk.  Like cheese thinks of crackers.
Like pancakes think about syrup.  Like ice cream thinks about hot fudge.
Like doughnuts think about sprinkles.  Like cake thinks about frosting.

I'm thinking about you like rain thinks of lighting.  Like clouds think of floating.
Like winter thinks of freezing.  Like flowers think of spring.
Like leaves think of falling.  Like water thinks of flowing.

I'm thinking about you.

Love Is

• Love is like smoking a pipe on a cool summer night in the Shire.
• Love is like being at a rave with the perfect trance song playing.
• Love is like a shot of Vodka (at first it burns, but eventually it feels good).
• Love is like falling through the sky during a thunder storm.
• Love is like a magic carpet ride over Paris at night.
• Love is like riding on the back of a tiger through the fields of Narnia.