I always was a little cynical man
I've never known the better half that I am...
May we walk a road filled with knives
Ready to pierce our flesh and blood...
The untold story screams through your eyes
While your face cries for a voice...
To you from I, there is power.
To I from you, I have scabs and scars...
The past...
It can't control you...
If you were to pick my brain,
I am unable to ascertain...
I love the shadows, the secrets they keep
Inside those portals, so private and deep...
Once in a while I take stock of my life
The where and the what and the how...
To be an expert -
doesn't mean to write poems...
Beyond fear and desire
the harvest of self-interest sown...
Order, There can be No Doubt,
Order, Can hardly figure it out...
If I had a Search Light,
Swivel from on High...