Dreams are made of our wants
Sometimes of our fears...

Walking down a street
No turns or shortcuts along the way...

(OK this poem isn't really finished yet so i will...
Ive thought of ways...

Love surrounds us everywhere
Sometimes we cannot tell...

Love is something
You can not help...

Anger and hatred
Are rising up inside...

How many times have i felt like this
just having a life of bliss...

Death is coming
Be sure to run...

*Ok this is an old poem i found in my old book...
i stand here waiting...

Darkness and sadness
are taking me inside...