My DreamMy dream is simple and so pure
I see it every night.
For my future lies in it I'm sure
for heaven is my sight.
I dream of a woman so fair with sin
a rose with many a thorn.
So beautiful with one prick of her pin
My heart forever torn.
I dream a dream of a thousand dawns
still there is sunrise every Morn.
Everyday it seems more broken bonds
and still new love is born.
I dream of her and her sweet grace,
her beauty such a sight.
To see my Jordyn's pretty face,
is what I dream of at night.
My Butt JimI have a butt butt butt
his name is Jim Jim JIm
he is a nut nut nut
and isnt slim slim slim
He needs a wipe wipe wipe
because he smells smells smells
and people gripe gripe gripe
cuz it stinks like hell hell hell
So ill wipe my butt butt butt
real good one time time time
the cheese I'll cut cut cut
then repeat this rhyme rhyme rhyme
ResoluteHere I sit a new year past
2008 is gone at last.
For now a new time is cast
and this year will be over fast
My butt is numb from where I sit
Eating from the barbecue pit
I eat so much i have to ****
and now i am quite sick of it
I have stuck to the laws and constitution
and i thought of the perfect solution
To survive this year without execution
will be my new years resolution.
The CloseThe time has come for all to see
the world right through my eyes.
View every star, and rising sun
and how the moon affects the tide.
Each day I pass and heart I break
another soul begins to cry.
When every heart gets close to mine
it gets harder for me to try.
I live and die everyday
only to watch me fall.
Still I get up after death
and I keep living on.
For every day the sun does rise
my will to live grows stronger.
Though some days are hard and cruel to me
I keep on living longer.
If there be a day the sun not set
on the horizon of a distant land.
Then I will fall prey to all
those who are with me hand in hand.
Though for me my death is not the end
but a journey soon to come.
If there are souls who wish to follow
all i ask is just for one.
A fire so deep,
my eyes they weep,
no one to hear me cry.
A shard of glass,
to help time pass,
In my bed i lay.
To be lost forever,
or never found,
which fate could be worse.
My reflection cast,
to never be seen,
my tide forever cursed.
With every moon,
and setting sun,
my loss and sorrow grows.
For every tear,
and drop of blood,
my wounds are harder sewn.
To lay awake,
amongst my dreams,
the night it whispers cold.
For when dawn breaks,
and I fall asleep,
my tale forever be untold.