conversation should be pleasant with out scurrility, witty without affection, free without indecency, learned without concetiedness, novel without falsehood.
~William Shakespeare

as my grey eyed sky darkens
as the world turns its head
for shame I was brought in
for shame nothing needs be said.
could you stand a little farther
cause I can almost see your face.
And I know you were my own
And this is not your place.
so set the tone with sighs of goodbyes
until next time doesn't cut it,
you are a lie
i'll whisper to the breeze
and make it rain with memories.
Just to fall asleep
in my grassy heaven.

Unscathed
My grey eyed sky waters with weary wonder
I lay restless in your bed of resentment
Surrounded by crows
Ready for the unfilling flesh
Of a sinner
Of a wretch
Of your own
I am
That worthless meat
That the beaks greedily tear
Broken bones
Heart of stone
None to take me from there
Abandoned by my own
Looked down upon
By those who owned
Never good enough
Always lied in fear of you
Those I was to look up to
No help
Faded fast
For no ones sake
I fall
I trip and stumble over my own
I choke of your glory
And swallowed your diction
Is that enough?
Could you hold that?
That old hand of mine
Let the rest of me be
I am not forever
But forever will I haunt you
In this grave through out all life.
Be satisfied
The only thing you taught
Never to let go
For this u brought upon yourselves
I will never let you go
Unscathed.

holding to the blues in her eyes
till her heart cries into my hands
for the redemtion of the real
hold a glance, a grey fatal grasp
its too close to hope her, a stare
to chance a past in the future
I grip her built up imagination
carefree and unbeknownst to the wicked
that bewares her head and is forgotten
in the grey eyes I hold for her to see
my way.

STILL
stare at the fallen leaves
a restless ground of cruel intentions
an epiphany of a future
in the eyes of the friend
I lie still... and know
I cannot come closer
I almost see your face
I lie still.... but
your kiss cuts too deep
whispers whislte swiftly on winds wings
I lie still...as
the clock works magic
my hour has come
still....
we are ready for nothing
nothing undone
I laid still...
a silence of the years broken
with a whimper
for it all to come to this
I lie still...until I
set the tones with sighs of goodbye
she is nearer to me here
for this I will lie.
still...

Hard to believe that my little brother could be my hero. To think I look up to the boy who I once held in my arms as a child. A 17 year old teddy bear, enstine, Jimi Hendricks, and president. Amazes me everyday. How could he have ever looked up to me, with everything I do wrong? The strength. damn. All I can say is rock on Sean. Rock on.