These are all short 4-line poems that found their way onto paper during the middle of a boring lecture class. Interpret at your will.
I can't make up my mind
About where I want to be.
I can't wake up today,
So will someone deliver me?
In a world where love blossoms
Like a rose thick with thorns
Would you rather give it up
Or keep it near and nurse your sores?
A simple plan for a simple man
Loses all bounds when love enters in.
But with this love comes a great change
And man is plagued by his love-filled sins.
Follow Your Heart.
My mantra tells me to remain pure and true
To You, to God, to the Red, White and Blue.
But when I feel irky, my mind disappears
And all that's left are these fears and dripping tears.
Now open fires from my soul reach out, burning.
Every flicker of their flame draws closer to your skin
Until your flesh is charred and the pain is pulsing.
Then my hand reaches in, with its frozen, bare touch.