Words

When time goes by slowly, there is nothing to lose.

Now is Better

In the final hour

Will you hold power

When the dust parts

Will you rise off the charts

Or sit their and sulk

Lost in the bulk

Of what could have been

If only to begin

At the point of the spin

A new direction for the bottle

With a heavy foot on the throttle

Rise Above

we can rise from the silence

a voice united with passion

going in together for the win

nothing can stand in the way

the hopes are above the limit

ready in time for what lies ahead

no fear for what lies beneath

knowledge for what lies behind

the gain is for all who exist

persist for all who need
the chatter never ceases

all rights are reserved

Four Loko

When the loko beings

Points for the pins

Inside but out

without a doubt

the equivalence of more

oh the number four

stripes cascade down

nothing else around

Armor

a suit of armor comes onto

as the wearer will accrue

a new web to pull from

the bubbles will become

whatever is desired

intuitive thoughts wired

to prescribe the untrained

of what is not contained

in the brain normally

coming across informally

to awake another mind

to erase what is blind

Waiting Calmly

With your eyes closed

Hands in the wind

I did not kiss you

But I know you'll be mine

Moon Smile

A slither of the moon

Smiles over the bridge

Stars from above

Delicately strewn

Sparkle in the sea

A reflection of

What is and will be

For all to foresee