Evil Influence

his face is one of evil
his stomach is huge with laughter
his laughter is kept for suffering
sadness and pain is what he's after
my tongue lashes out angry words
my mouth is sour with distaste
my nails dig in to the flesh of my palm
my eyes burn with tears of rage
he is selfish, he is foolish
he is destruction in my path
and i wait, painfully, day by day
until he is only in my past
the rest go hungry while he feeds
he feeds on our agony
he takes all of our happiness
and crushes it carelessly

The Best People

When you shine bright and thrive
They celebrate strong
When you can barely survive
They'll help you get along
You say you're trying to forget?
They'll kill the memory
You're one short of a duet?
They'll be your wingman for free

All you need is their company
To heal any of your pains
But they give you so much more
A true friend forever remains

Happy Place

The world is so much quieter
your thoughts are much more clear
The latest trend is always a smile
and no one sheds a tear
Justice and Peace are abundant
not anger, hurt, and fear
A sense of freedom whirls around
and fills the atmosphere
If you have something to say
the world will always hear
And when you achieve at something great
the world will always cheer
You come here when you're sad or blue
and daydreams bring you here
Your happiness and all these things
have never been so near

Tears of Joy or Crazy?

If one cries when you are happy
Does one smile when you are sad?
If one cries when you are born
Does one laugh when you are dead?
If one cries when you achieve
Does one grin when you fail?
Are they crying with joy
Or mentally ill?

A Plot of Revenge

A very young soldier at a time of war
During eras of peace, her life was a bore,
Now in the truck, plotting with vet'rans of yore,
Waiting til the day she can settle the score

Her husband, in an office downtown
Was working inside when the building came down
A foreigner threw his life to the ground
Along with the life of every Citizen around

Loving him dearly even before they were wed
News of his death filled the woman with dread
She now has only one mission in her head
She'll never stop fighting til they win or she's dead

Whether her goal is noble, that is unclear
But to her mission she will always adhere
Into war she goes on the tip of the spear
More than nervous, she clutches her gun in fear