run, run, run
run far away
for the battle is no longer play
the king lost his head
the jabberwocky dead
and the witch been slain
the truth is here
but it hurts our fear
our name will never wane
alone is too fragile
so minds not agile
it’s us or them we say
their hearts with no pulse
their lives that repulse
repeated so them we can flay
though many a doubt
bite through and throughout
weakness cries to remain
the king cried red
when he lost his head
but no wincing we could feign
the jabberwocky spawn
no longer wish for dawn
but we still let them go astray
the witch, she loved
but when push came to shove
we disposed of her anyway
so run, run, run
run far away
before the truth comes to say
there is no us
no them to slay
only violence possessed
to avoid dismay

truths are honest
but honesty is not truth
when each moment changes
all the world changes too
it was there seconds ago
but now gone from our lives
don’t search for the answers
for the words will not revive
instead know this
when I say it
know I mean it
that is all you can wish
but when looking to the past
trust nothing
trust no one
or this happiness will be the last
the words leave
but echoes stay
echoes of old vows
now longer in play
once true
now false
once warm
now cold
once freedom
now death
so trust my words not
and I won’t trust you
don’t look back
because we’ll lose what’s true

To ask the question who are you
Is to avoid the question who am I
Because windows shatter and mirrors break
But the dim light of the soul no wind can take
So follow it through, don’t bother with health
Why question the world when you can question yourself

the queen of hearts, she made some tarts
all on a hot summer’s day
the knave of hearts, he stole those tarts
and ran far away
the queen, her heart, it turned too ****
and filled her with dismay
and then the ****, it changed her heart
now hear the mad queen say,
‘off with his head
off with his head
off with his head, my prey’
yes, the ****, it killed her heart
and now the knave is dead

Times have come
When you needed someone
But I knew I could not be
That person you want to see

I did not want to be bound
Pinned upon the ground
I would only care
With a sentiment you did not share

But you needed a person
And though my soul did worsen
And my chest tore into two
I stayed for you

I do not know of love
A concept this world shows none of
All I know is that I stayed
And received nothing in trade

trees, trees
so many trees
they’re green
some are lean
why write about the seven seas
or what happens in winter to bees
when so many know the trees?
rhymes, rhymes
so many rhymes
this one may take me some time
I could learn and talk just fine
without using a rhyme
but no, deep is slime
without the help of a rhyme.
love, love
so much love
filled with white feathered doves
that heart always needs a shove
write about love
frilly and goofy love
and think of nothing above.
poems, poems
so many poems
but nothing rhymes with poems
why is the name
not the same
to play the strange game
and win the author fame?
poets, poets
so many poets
nothing rhymes with poets either
meaning, coincidence, or neither
the poets they cry
and the words they die
whenever the rhymers play
so now hear what I say
maybe a poem does not have to rhyme
a thought that would be just fine
maybe the name
is not the game
maybe the tree
can be more to see
maybe the love
can get over the dove
and see the fighter’s light
bring the world new heights
the silly thoughts
the haphazard lots
who think what they feel
is sure to heal
should quiet
to hear my riot
poetry is not for those
who want to gush and play
poetry is for those
whose world they can expose
and truths they can say
poets are the faint of heart
with their feelings they cannot part
truth-tellers on the other hand
well, I think of them as very grand