Even Steel can Break from Stress

Even a Redwood can lose a branch

Even Jesus hung from nails

Even diamonds can be cut

You know when the Wind begins to Wail

The Admiral tacks his Sails

Steers towards another Sun

Two can come from One, One

It take a Man like Mandela to forgive

But that’s the Best Way to Win

Calling Mental Cavalry

Steady as can Be

When it seems life is Set in Stone

I hope you remember this poem

Time can grind away

Paint on the Parthenon

Sands of Time

Put on Paper

That’s why this poem is called

“Fate Eraser”

Sands of Time

Put on paper

That why this poem is called

“Fate Eraser”

Don’t matter if you’re a Causeless Casualty

Egging on Anarchy

You still have a reason to live

Even if it’s just a Tall Boy’s Tall Swig

You make say that hourglasses run out

I’d point out you down know if it’s upside or it’s down

A smile from a frown

So how are you looking now?

A little Yin inside the Yang

A little Verse for the Chorus

A Little Treble for the Bass

Life isn’t pain just for pain’s sake

From pain you begin to grow

From pain you can grow

For what would there be to learn?

If you had learned all there was to Learn?