Monday, November 10, 2008


I like to write,
but for a reason.

I like to speak,
to express emotion.

I prefer silence,
to celebration.

I prefer solitude,
to noisy congregations.

I hate to lie,
but I am weak.

I hate being wrong,
but can't help it.

I love to travel,
because I see.

I love to live,
because I'm me.


I believe in the right, but who defines right?
I believe in helping others, but why doesn't anyone else?
I believe in saving lives, but what about those who kill my friends?

My conscience.
You need to look.
No one deserves to die.

Random Rhyme

That I be,
a mystery,

whence I come,
known to none,

What the future holds,
Mist untold.

"Each man's death diminishes me,

For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee." -- John Donne