"Till the World Caves In..."

Changing of the Guard

I sit on the brink,
The sun has set on this year amidst promising pink,
And now the year is ending,
Abba, my life you are slowly mending,
Before it ends,
I want to thank you for all the unforeseen twists and bends,

I sit on the brink,
I wait for the year to finally sink,
You have guided my path,
Without you I couldn’t do even the simplest spiritual math,
Hallelujah to my king,
I soar under your healing wing,

I sit on the brink,
Watching the old and new link,
The changing of the guard,
Is happening right now in my yard,
The beginning of all that is new,
Father, I thank you for my friends in the pew,

I sit on the brink,
My savior looks back and pauses for a wink,
I know with him I’ll be fine,
I’m gonna let this light shine,
I know I’ll make some mistakes along the way,
But that’s why I’ve gotta tell others of what he came here to say,

So I sit on the brink,
I sit on the brink,
On the brink...

Lifeboat

I’m a hopeless wretch
My life’s story in front of me you etch
I’m a dirty imperfection
You show me my potential reflection
Despite your love I still lust
I spit in your loving face- and sometimes cussed
I constantly turn my back on the life tree
Yet “Faithful!” you decree
I don’t deserve this Lord
That is why I’m playing this psalm on my chord
Hallelujah to the Lamb
He is my protecting dam
Hallelujah to my king
Soon it will be spring
For your love
Falls from above
So I thank you
For without the raft I’d be drowning in blue....

Myth Trap

A little winged devil flies through the heavens
His wicked bow and arrow pierce the hearts of the fickle
The cherubic demon does not give us a chance for sevens
He makes us lust after buety; causing our mouths to trickle

Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan
Yea, he causes the best of us to want matin’
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan
He grips our hearts and sets out for taintin’

He makes us reach for those that are out of our reach
He pulls his bow back and catches us unguarded; sleepin’ on the beach
His arrow pierces our eyes
This minion of Satan just feeds us lies

Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan
Yea, he makes us fall in love with those that have all the hatin’
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan,
And I’m tired for all this sitting around and waitin’...

YuleFork

I still stand on the threshold
Not quite where I wish
Part of me wants to fold
Will I ever be able to hook a fish?

I’ve been working for years
Blisters cover my weary hands
All I get from my peers is their cold shoulders and rears
I am sick and tired of trudging through the same sands!

I’m lost in this cold world of technology
I wish I could just be a lone hermit
There has to be more to life than memorizing useless chronology
I feel like a puppet; a manipulated Kermit!

I don’t see the point in these enclosing bars
The path that lies before me already seems to be cement
All I want to do is live by myself and write on Mars
All these sums and formulas just seem to add to my detriment!

I’ve come to another fork in my road
I don’t know which way is right
I feel I’m carrying too heavy a load
The light at the end of my tunnel seems to be out of sight!

I fear I cannot go ahead
I pray for guidance
My energy seems to be drained and dead
All I hear is silence...

Soul Salesman

Dear Brothers,

So I suddenly got this idea when my aide at home (she's really cool) was on the phone to her granddaughter....and her granddaughter told her to call her back...and my aide said no because she had no more minutes on her cell phone. But her granddaughter said, but I'm your granddaughter! My aide replied: "I wouldn't give a kitty if you were Jesus, if you wanna talk to me call me yourself" Much to my amusemant. So that got me thinkin'....

Psalmer

Soul Salesman- An Exposition

“Hello, Daniel White speaking, who is this?”
“Hello, Daniel, This is Jesus.”
“Wha-um….I think you have the wrong number.”
“No…no…this is the right number.”
“Are you selling something?”
“Well…in a way…yeah.”
“Dude, you are starting to creep me out!”
“I know…I know…I just have a message for you.”
“I’ll call the cops!…I can track your phone line!”
“Oh…. (warm chuckles crackle across the phone line) I don’t think they’ll be able to track this phone line…unless they had a key to get to my pad…. and Pete still has it with him up here; at least he did last night at the football game. Those angels always have an advantage over the dead people. I think we should institute some sort of rule about blinding lights…”
“You’re an absolute lunatic!”
“That was the popular theory when I was down there too.”
“I’ll hang-“
“Have patience, young man, patience. I just wanted to tell you that everything is going to be fine. My father is in control of everything…just don’t open the door. Lucifer is prowling around your apartment building. Do not invite him inside. Looks can be deceiving; he may be cleanly looking on the outside-
“Click-(a recorded woman’s voice) “Please hang up and try your call again”
“Why does nobody ever take heed to what I say the FIRST time? (Sigh) Daniel wake up!”
Daniel woke to a pounding at his front door. He must have fallen asleep again while writing his term paper. Suddenly, his dream flooded back to him, just as clear as it would have been in reality. Perhaps it was reality…Dan shook his head from sleep, trying to gain control of his overactive imagination. The doorbell now sounded, an almost agitated and impatient tone to its usually melodic greeting.
Something told Dan not to move though, as he remembered the warning through the phone in his dream. He attempted to move, but his brain was telling him to stay where he was. The knocking died away, and the doorbell ceased abruptly. Daniel turned to the Bible that his Mother had left him the night before. Just one look wouldn’t hurt…

White Day

Will it snow on this night?
Will we wake up to a world of white?
Will the cruel institutions be shut down?
Will freedom ring through this barren town?

The answer my friend is coming,
The answer my friend, will be numbing,

Will the light shine like a blanket?
Will joy fill the Earth like it’s wet?
Will we be free of our restraints?
Will we be free of the mold big brother paints?

The choir of change is humming,
The drums my friend are thrumming,

It’s time for you to change the course of history,
It’s time for you to unravel tomorrow’s mystery,
Life’s more than laboratories and textbooks,
Life’s more than partying and pretty looks,
And you are more than they say,
So will tomorrow be your White Day…

A Blue Fork Pierces a White Road

Brothers,

On Tuesday night this week, I was talking to Gary (our chieftan) at Tribe, and he was saying how God was telling him how something big is about to happen, and how the times are changing. Well, God has been showing me that too. Especially after Gary said we are on the verge. I know Christ said "the kingdom of heaven is at hand", but I feel that this has always been true (at least after he was born), but I can tell we are "Livin' on the Edge!" as Aerosmith puts it.
This week I got a test back for Math...and HALLELUJAH...I PASSED A MATH TEST FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS YEAR! Kind of pathetic...I am aware....but none the less..I did. So that's one thing that is changed from previously. I also had a freind over at my house for the first time in like three years...he's awesome...check out his blog:
http://beginningsofagoodworld.blogspot.com/
btw, Cliff, he's jewish (his foster parents are anyway) :) And he keeps on Iming me through this post....and it's awesome...I haven't talked to someone my age for this long a time...and have meaningful conversations before...and he's only a freshman...hahaha....sucks for him...ok now i must mock him.............ok..mocking over. :) God's showing me stuff again..his name on that is Golden Phoenix...and thats what his email has been for like the longest time he says it signifies: "to me, a phoenix represents me, i can get hit down, and come back up anew, and the golden part, not to be egotistical, is me being a gentlemen, and hopefully good at heart". But whoa....Abba, you are cool...Phoenix...Phoenix...Golden Phoenix...Phoenix Beacon....whoa....fire.....revolution...redemption.
There is something very ethereal about that. We'll see what God does there....alas I digress..back to other new stuff....new headphones Ian (Golden Phoenix) gave me....um...o yeah....
So I was at the Christian group at my school today and we were doin' our worship thang....and I just started singing..cuz I was happy (just before God told me to push my manual chair down the school hallway by myself...just to exercise my arms...and my arms were slightly sore after it..but I feel so invigorated by the experience..that I'm gonna do it again...and again...and again) Yeah, so anyway, I was praising the Lord in this group (B.A.S.I.C. Brothers and Sisters in Christ) and I just began to sing my heart out....(very badly, despite the presence of females in the room) and I just praised him more..cuz even a month..and definetly a year ago...I would have been too self concious...especially with the ladies...to sing in front of them (with them..they have beutiful voices...btw...;))...but now my God has given me strength and faith to praise him in the temples and streets...that now I will sing of him throughout all the Schools, Parks, Streets, Sidewalks, Garages, Coffee Houses, Pizzareas, Concerts, Podiums, Benches, lamposts....o...yeah....another thing to praise my lord for....Narnia.....THANK YOU LORD....yeah....lost my thread there...but my God is so great....and I praise him....for through him...I am ALREADY HEALED...SO DANKE ABBA...(see now I'm speaking in tounges...lol....jpjp...maybe one day though) And today I also found out that many of my evangelical poems are gonna come out in the Literary Magazine on Monday or Tuesday....and people will finally be able to see Jeshua workin' through me via poetry and a story (all on my blog already) but, just another thing to thank my lord for. And also for my freinds that are just suddenly popping up EVERYWHERE....AND IT IS SO COOL...AND I THANK GOD...Anyway.....

These are all my freinds on blogger:

http://themythod.blogspot.com/ (Gregory- the olive oil emperor :))
http://forrestfire.blogspot.com/ (Cliff- the piercing hobbit)
http://beginningsofagoodworld.blogspot.com/ (Ian- biggest Breaking Benjamin fan I know :))
http://platoreborn.blogspot.com/ (Tasso- the Greek philosophical dude)

God Bless
Psalmer

Dork Ballad

I see them all the time,
As they walk by me without a glance,
I look for even the slightest romantic sign,
But I soon realized they were all in a trance,
In a trance,
In a trance,
In a trance,
Let them march to their own tune,
Their reign will be over soon,
But still their tyranny lasts,
The older ones say it will be better on the other side,
Though all I hear is the sound of canon blasts,
Canon blasts,
Canon blasts,
Canon blasts,
So let them march to their hypnotic drums,
While we pick up the leftover crumbs,
I don’t care anymore,
Before too long I’ll be off this floor,
Now I may be a loner,
But they’d have one if I become a moaner,
A moaner,
A moaner,
A moaner,
So let them march to their dooms,
We’ll be waiting to heal them in the Emergency rooms,
For now we will wait,
Until just before it is too late,
And we will be the ones to save the human race,
But for now; it’s slow and steady; and that’s our pace
Pace
Pace
Pace….

Turkish Delight

Lord, I want to praise
Lord, I don’t want to be caught up in the Turkish delight craze,
So I sing your name on high,
Because of you; my spirit soars high,
God, for you I do sing,
For God, you are the once and future king,
No one can take your place,
You help me at my own pace,
You love me even when I sin,
You settle my mind’s restless din,
God, for you I do sing,
For God, you are the once and future king
When I want that seductive delight,
You keep your glory within my sight,
And I play on my harp painted with blue dye,
Adonai, Adonai, Adonai, Adonai,
God, for you I do sing,
For God, you are my once and future king…

The Fishing King

Many men search for an answer
An answer to all their suffering
An ending to all their sickness
But few have found this Grail

Like the king of old Corbenic
Who was wounded in battle
And became bitter in old age
While his kingdom fell into
Darkness and obscurity

All of us strive to find
An end to all our cruel humanity
An end to all our endless wars
But we find that we are chasing
Ghosts; that seem to mock us

The truth of the matter is
The answer is right in front of us
We don’t have to go anywhere
To find the Holy Grail

Knights in all the land
May come to “heal” us
But like in the tales of old
They all fail in the end

What we must do
Is look inside our
Souls and find the truth

He is in everything we do
He is the very thing that keeps us going
He is the very thing that makes being a Human
Such an awesome responsibility

He is Love
And love is the great healer
Like gallant Galahad in the stories
Love comes to our broken wastelands

And makes us smile
And heals our broken hearts
As we head out the door to tell the truth of the Grail…

Wisdom of Mama Gump

Dear Peeps,

This used to be on the header to this blog, but I didn't want it anymore on the header. However, I still wanted to post it...so I did:
Life really is like a box of chocolates. Sometimes it can be bitter, sometimes it can be sweet. Sometimes it looks sweet on the outside, but it turns out bitter. Sometimes it just plain tastes bad. Sometimes you want to savor its taste melting in your mouth. Sometimes you can waste it so quickly that its gone before you know it. Sometimes you just gotta enjoy what kind of box was given to you. But most of all, I love chocolate. :)

Psalmer

The Gospel of Pimp

We’ve been tricked,
The world is just a lie,
She shoves sex down our throats constantly,
She tells us we must have all the girls that playboy picked

But that is the world’s way to be content,
And that only leads to death,
The people that follow that path end up with emptiness inside,
Their lives get washed up and do not even bother to repent

You go around this world and know there’s gotta be something more,
We weren’t put on this Earth just by accident,
We aren’t just a bunch of random objects in space constantly colliding with one another,
But you don’t really face the truth until you have tripped and fallen on the floor

When someone above this Earth puts you back on your feet,
And you know that he loves you more than a poem could convey,
You can finally put a smile on your face,
You begin to march to another drummer’s beat

I don’t pretend to be a man with the most power in the land,
Nor do I have any riches to show off,
I have no maidens to console me,
But I do know the touch of an angelic hand

Things of this world do not matter,
You do not need women to be a true pimp,
Beauty is fleeting,
And money just makes our greed even fatter

So now I am a disciple of the truest Gospel,
And the worth of a man is not by his wealth,
But a true pimp is in his perception,
He is happy in what his God has given him and rejoices for his life has been full.

Anyone for Metaphors?

Figment

The once great dragon
Flew above the two legs’ city
Reminiscing of how things had
Changed since they first came

Once lush valleys covered the land
Then they had come with
Stone walls and steel; replacing
Green grass and forests

At first they feared and honored the majestic animal
Gasping as he flew passed
He did not fear them
He thought he was untouchable
He thought these primitive beasts could not harm him

He soon found out that he was greatly
Mistaken
They began to spread all across his once great
Kingdom

Forgetting it was not their own
Raping its fruit and erecting
Idols of their own invention
They drove the true king into the mountains
Away from his once happy home

They began to believe that he was just a myth
And began to disrespect this heavenly lands
The two footers built cities over what used to be
Apple orchards

The dragon began to fade
No longer a real being in the eyes of the wingless ones
The epitome of nobility and grace was
To be replaced by cynicism and logic

True
Beauty was forgotten
Man finally found what it meant to be alone and
Empty
Realizing he was no longer wanted on this Earth
He slipped out of memory and mind; and ceased to
Puff.

Flyin' Through the 'Verse

Good characterization has a large impact on the quality and enjoyment level of folklore and fiction. This is certainly true in popular science fiction T.V. shows and movies. For example, when the creator of the original Star Trek, Gene Roddenberry, created his space opera he made sure his three leading characters: Spock, Doctor McCoy, and Captain Kirk were well thought out and interacted with each other in interesting ways. This made the horribly done (at least by today’s standards) special effects and oftentimes-generic plots seem forgivable because of the way the three officers’ relationships evolved.
A few years ago, the creator and screenwriter of the hit T.V. shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, Joss Whedon, created a science fiction/western show that explored the relationships of a much larger group of characters. Firefly, as Whedon called this new show, is set in a future five hundred years in the future. Terra-formed worlds on the “core” make up a tyrannical dominating empire called the Alliance. (And yes, we actually do see evidence of tyranny in this Alliance, unlike an assumed tyranny like that of the Galactic Empire in the Star Wars canon.*) A resistance called the Browncoats rose up against this Alliance, and lost. The captain of the Firefly class ship, Serenity, Malcolm Reynolds, was one of these resistance fighters. This was the backdrop for the show Firefly. Unfortunately, this show was pulled from Fox after just a few episodes due to an out of order showing of these episodes and poor ratings.
Slowly, a fan base began to grow out of the ashes of this condemned show. Calling themselves Browncoats after the resistance fighters in their beloved show, these fanatics spread Firefly across the globe using the DVD boxed set as their main weapon. Eventually, the movie company Universal saw how the DVD was in the top ten DVD list on the online mega store, Amazon and decided to propose a movie deal with Joss Whedon. He began to film his blockbuster, Serenity, named after Mal’s firefly shaped ship. Opening in theaters on September 30, 2005 in the United States, the movie has so far made a disappointing 36 million dollars.
Soon to be released on December 20, 2005 in the United States as a DVD, Serenity will hopefully make double the amount it has already gained. If only people knew what quality science fiction they were missing, this movie would gain a lot more money. Even if you do not enjoy science fiction normally, this series and movie will have you enticed. As I have stated earlier, this is mainly due to the characters and interactions that occur between the characters. Mal, a usually dark and brooding type is very interesting, because unlike most protagonists in modern films and shows he does not always do the right thing. In fact, he, as well as the rest of his eight (I could argue nine) crewmates, are thieves, thugs, and criminals, so they are usually doing the wrong thing. (At least the Alliance is convinced that what they are doing is wrong.) This is not a black and white cast (the good guys, and the bad guys) many of the characters are in the grey area, like they would be. The dialogue from both Firefly and Serenity are what one would come to expect from Whedon, witty interjections, but often emotionally driven thought provoking lines. Both the beauty and the ugliness of humanity shows through the ‘Verse (universe), as the crew of Serenity battles barbarian men called Reavers. The problems of this ‘Verse are all started and overcome by humans, without the absurdity of other science fiction shows filled with aliens. That is what people find so drawing to this show, the relationships between humans and also the humanity shining out in the themes of this world, the fact that its still a very human story underneath all the “fairy dust”.

(*I am of the camp that the rebel alliance was a terrorist organization…but that’s another article ☺)

Fileo

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: It ain't all buttons and charts little Albatross. You know what the first rule of flyin' is? Well I suppose you do, since you already know what I'm about to say.
River Tam: I do, but I like to hear you say it.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Love. You can know all the math in the 'Verse, but take a boat in the air you don't love, she ain't keepin' up just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her up when she ought to fall down, tells ya she's hurtin' 'fore she keens, makes her home.
River Tam: Storm's getting worse.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: We'll pass through it soon enough.

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Dear Peeps,

Ok...this poem was an assignment for creative writing to get into the mind of a person different from yourself. The teacher told me to do it about a male, 22, who is a father out of wedlock...o and...he's also Eastern European. I think this poem kind of shows God's love for us...in a strange and abstract way....:)

God Bless
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I sit on the couch
Watching the crib anxiously in the corner
The baby is for now silent
I can rest for a few moments at least

Thoughts turn back to when this all started
I can’t even remember everything that happened
It all fades in and out of my mind like an agile sea monster
When I left Moscow for college in Volgograd

That was the first time I had met her
That was before things had become out of control
We never realized it would have come to this
It was just a matter of time
We thought we were in love
Our impulses took over
Before we knew it

She was pregnant
She went through with it though
That was when my anxiety started

Fear of what I would do to support them
Circulated around in my head
Then he came into this world
A helpless bundle of drool and excrement
Grinning from a toothless milk hole

That was when she left
She said that she couldn’t cope
He was not her son
She left him with me

Now I sit here
In my empty apartment in downtown Volgograd
The television blares in the corner of my eye
Breaking news flashes on the screen
Images of a gym filled with children
A black-robed terrorist holds a gun
Bombs hooked around a school

The casualty count rises
Chechnya’s resistance movement is still alive
The TV’s sound blasts

A cry rises from the crib in the corner of the room
I cross over and look into the bed and its occupant
Picking up the infant
I look into his youthful blue eyes

I worry for the world he will be growing up in
Tumultuous rebellions and wars
He’ll need guidance and people guarding him

He’ll be safe…
I’ll make sure of that
His мать may have abandoned him
But I’m still here

His little pudgy hand grips mine
I cry for the little dead bodies on a distant gym floor
Their parents cry for them now
My сын will not go that way

He will be protected
I won’t let the villains in this world get to him
I’m his father…
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Supernatural

I’ve been looking,
I've been dreaming,
I’ve been thinking,
I’ve been searching,
I’ve been lost,
But now it doesn’t matter what was the cost,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
I’ve found him,
Him,
Him,
Through him I find kin,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
I hear them whisper in tongues,
Tongues,
Tongues,
They cry to him with righteous lungs,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
Troubles of this world fade,
Fade,
Fade,
Our debts have been paid,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
We will follow him to the end of days,
Days,
Days,
We are soaking in the Son’s rays,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
Uberpowerful,
Uberpowerful,
We are truly made,
We are truly saved…
Supernatural!!!

She Hate Me

There’s nowhere but up from here,
My eyes have no more strength left for another tear,
I am now completely rejected,
I wonder if I am still even respected,
They hate me with an even deeper passion,
I am always talking to brick walls and crashin’,
Gossip thunders around,
Lies never cease to pound,
She feels I’m a threat,
Some shadowy Boba Fett,
So I gotta finally let her go,
But I every time I see her I feel I’m reading a morbid poem by Poe,
Her heart is with another,
While mine is stuck in the gutter,
She Hate Me,
And I gotta let her go,
She Hate Me,
Cuz every time I see her tears begin to flow,
She Hate Me,
I never thought I’d get this low,
You Hate Me,
And boy, does it blow…

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end"

Brothers,

So I did. I gave her that poem. Or atleast, a freind gave it to her for me. (Btw...this is the girl I vowed never to bother again :() So she apparently thinks that I know her entire schedule....and crap like that. (I think I told a freind that...its....true....) So she wants me to leave her alone...and it apparently really upset her. So much for making up. UGHHHH I don't know how to say this. I just need some...guidance...or prayer....or something.

I just wanna deal with God and just be a soldier for him in the war. But all I see down on this earth is girls and stupid fleeting teenage bullshit. I just wanna.....be walking in supernatural affairs....and not worried about.....stuff...and all this excess luggage and garbage. I also feel all alone at my school....and so...secluded...and stuck in this impenetrable bubble. It's just horrible.....I feel I have no true freinds in that school...I mean I know I do....but it's just so......cloaked in despair.....I feel very lost, confused and bemused. That's all I have to say about that.

God Bless
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Shame

should i tell her?

When you look at me,
My mind explodes into a stormy sea,
I can’t think,
You make my pride and ego shrink,
You make me ponder,
Hold my head low and wander,
Whenever I see your face,
I see how I’m a disgrace,
I finally know that you won’t forgive,
Until we cease to live,
You glare as I roll by,
When I’m near you my throat goes numb and dry,
I can’t tell you who I truly am,
Why I follow the lamb,
Why I lied,
The reason why I even tried,
When I see your faint fair form,
My whole world is torn,
When you glide past; my palms go all wet,
I begin to think of what I did and fret,
I shouldn’t even be writing this lament,
It’s not even God sent (I guess I’ll have to repent J),
When I am near you I cry to my ethereal Lord,
I play a song to him on my harp’s cord,
I still wonder why I was such a dick,
The clock on my life never ceases to tick,
I can’t stay in this place anymore,
I’m stepping through the door,
You don’t even care,
My heart begins to tear,
It’s only an adolescent crush,
But I see you and I’m only painting rainbows of brown with my brush,
I don’t know what to do,
In my head it’s like a zoo,
You hate my guts,
But you aren’t among the sluts,
You’re nice,
When you stare at me like that I feel like a mere garbage slice,
I’m ashamed of what I did,
I’m no longer a kid,
So I apologized,
But I never realized,
That you could never give me a second chance,
But I’m still thinking of a lost friend in my rants,
They say I shouldn’t care so much,
They say your just a snotty such and such,
But I see so much more,
I don’t know exactly; but it’s rocking me to my core,
Should I even show you this?
Or is your reaction just gonna throw me off the abyss?
I’m so frustrated with my actions,
My lusts; my plastic attractions,
Yeah; I’m the one that was plastic,
Even though many others can’t see through my sickness and spastic,
But you put up with me,
Even when I acted like I was three,
I’m trying to tell you why I can’t go up to you and talk,
Why I first stole your screen name and began to stalk,
Man, I wish I hadn’t written this ballad,
You probably think I’m the most pathetic lad,
It’s probably true too,
I haven’t thought any of this through,
Maybe you’ll still hate me after you’ve read,
The thought of that fills me with dread,
But I don’t know what else I could do,
This may seem like its outta the blue,
And it is,
But poetry is my biz,
So that’s why I rhyme,
Maybe it will make up for my crime,
I shouldn’t have even started,
You probably think I’m retarded,
I think I am,
I flirt like a battering ram,
I wish I could change the past,
But I’m praying the silence between us won’t last,
But every time I see you I feel my shame,
Cuz besides my lil sis, you’re the prettiest dame,
Accuse me of being a pervert,
Treat me like dirt,
But I will not stop liking you,
Even when your not part of my crew,
I’m sorry for the stalking,
Maybe we’ll meet on the other side, when I’m walking…

-Asshole