poem 1
i stand in a crowd screaming in a voice that can't be heard.
i am a sheep in a heard.
trying not to be so absurd
but tryin to fly as a bird
to bring a new word
to the who haven't stirred
the pot of life to surge
to bring life and words to merge
and keep the people from being disturbed
and keeping emotions from preturbed
and honestly just trying to find what i deserve
in this word that trys to preserve
that notion that we are not reserved
for anything but unhappiness and observe
that life is what we can deter
from the bad and into the good
to find something that would
keep us from being boo'ed
by life in all its moods
poem 2
but my voice that i look for can not be heard. the shouts are to vericous and the seaching to precocious. that i find in a sea of lies and truths that all i can have is the root of all that is nothing and everything while shouting whispers in the hopes that the sea of shouting my whisper will be heard by those who need it
