And so it is that I was able to tell
Through these actions how I rejected all emotion 
Entire nights in the darkest streets with this notion
Completely lost locked out without a care a key I fell
I don’t even know myself can I ever get to know you 
But with certainty I will be content with the purest heart lies
The cure to all evil a stronger compromise tries 
To rid; one thing is carnal interest another authentic love for you

So here I lie with heart filled regret, all these lies 
Only hurt my heart, to walk this path must be done so soon
And in you I find the strength to hold the Earth 
To her a promise to never forget as time flies 
And with you I feel at home a river reflection of the moon
Destiny’s omen sword in had I dance with ……death 

Why can't my best friend write this damn thing
i'm tempted to have him do this for me
words would come to him as he starts to sing
should I just to go to bed and let this be?

A few days  have passed and now I panic
this damn sonnet is now, due tomorrow
I do not get this sonnet's dynamic
my head hurts as I began to sorrow

I have spent more than five days complaining
and it took one hour to see this ending
 

Standing tall, white with a golden knob 
Your only purpose to keep two sides apart 
So why is it my feelings and pride you try to rob? 
Does it make you better for weakening my heart? 
Alone I'm quiet, but you're making all the noise 
And I recognize the argument of both your sides 
From when my brother and I were boys 
Still this day it hurts, even though the pain hides. 
No form is witnessed, walking in or out 
Only the sound of you mocking me to my own ears 
And you hoping I’m not listening is a sure doubt 
So all the evils you've spoken resulted in my lone years. 
Of your ill doings, be reminiscent 
And answer why I'm no longer there to listen 
 

She didn’t even know-how special she was,
The gaze in her eyes mirrored the Mediterranean Sea;
For her love, I did secretly plea.
The aroma of her hair entered my soul, giving me a buzz,
Her smile could turn the most evil demons angelic.
Skin far silkier than a lop-ear’s fur,
As I watched her sleep- she, like a kitten did purr.
“Smiling Goddess,” a stronger man might remark
.
There are moments I wish things could be how they once were;
Perhaps upon her arrival a flame will again spark.
Not one bird has yet landed in this goddess’ nest,
So might I, steal from her this precious heart, to conquer-
Or have I just thrown myself into the dark…
After all, why must I deceive myself, this vanilla princess deserves only the best.

A band of four "brothers"
They played at a lighting pace
They had a sound like no other
People said they were from outer space

What they started has become a revolution
Clad in leather jackets and jeans
To the corporate rock problem they were the solution
All of this from four guys from Queens

They are called the godfathers of Punk
When I first heard them I was blown a way
I realized everything else was junk
Their music has made me who I am today

The Ramones legacy goes on 
Even though one of you is gone

In memory of 
 Joey Ramone
 1951-2001

When we walked in the room,
All of the lights were blinking,
All of the people were drinking,
The bass in the speakers went boom,
I knew the time was coming soon.
The ladies knew what we were thinking.
She approached him and his heart was sinking.
They quickly entered a private room.

Although we come here frequently,
Every time is like the first.
Someone call the bartender and get a bottle.
My girlfriend’s jealous so I come secretly,
So many secrets I feel I will burst,
Giving dollars to half naked models.
 

 Taking the ball down court
Looking at the clock, time ticking away
And trying to find a crack in your opponent’s fort,
Trying to be the teams hero for the day.

Dribbling in and out, bobbing and weavin’
Looking left, looking right with the guard in your face
Who should you spot open, why your center Steven.
To remove your guard, why wishing for a can of mace.

Unable to get rid of the rock, you make a decision
Fake one way and go the other, driving the lane
Their big man gets in the way creating a collision
The clock runs out leaving you hoping they’re Goliath who you’ve slain.

As the ball circles the net, you watch and out it rims
And goes your hope to be hero as it completely dims.

There was chaos, horror and sorrow
The look in people’s eyes wondered about tomorrow
I felt the anger, frustration and mass confusion
Who could be so cruel and intentional?
Did God really make us and call us man?
The fear and corruption doesn’t make us strong!
What savage has dared to invade this land?
Could we say that this day was apart of God’s plan?

Every time we kill it’s crucial
I guess it’s a damn shame we are so immoral
This design is not meant for us to comprehend
I really have to ask, will it ever end?
It started out as a beautiful fall day
However remember, remember about that day.
 

I am the bartender,
I can mix a good drink.
I am a heart mender,
I can cause lovers to think.

People sit all in a row,
I can feel what they feel-
As I watch each tab grow,
It’s a glimpse that I steal. 

I see they are far away, 
I sense that they might,
I see their bodies start to sway-
I know they’ll be lovers tonight.

From way behind this bar,
I can see everything: near and far.
 

As soon as I hear the sound of it,
It makes me forget about everything else.
Even if it’s just for a little bit,
It seems like there is no one just myself.

Whether sad and need a pick-me-up,
Or just hyper and want to dance like a fool.
Either was I will sing and shake my butt,
Thinking I can dance and trying to look cool.

I can never get the words wrong in my eyes,
No matter if I have heard it before or not.
When I belt it out there are always sighs,
But stop singing and dancing I will not.

So in short is seems to be,
That I like music and music likes me.
 

Yesterday, I realized that there is no use in crying.
Why do I think that this is the end?
There is no need for sighing,
If I remember that the road does bend.

Beautiful it was reaching toward the luminous light,
Though the petals fell slowly one by one.
It was a reminder that death, one must not fight.
The last pink petal sparkled in the intense sun.

It served its leading purpose and made me blissfully smile.
There was no longer the overwhelming rain of tears
Even though it was only for a short while,
For that specific moment I forgot my fears.

As that last pink petal slowly falls,
So does my damaged heart’s walls.
 

 Can there be a time when what you say doesn’t hurt others,
 When you initiate an action that doesn’t cause a tumult,
 Or disgrace your family, sisters, and brothers,
 You must learn that everything has a result.
 Rumors cause much strife.
 They can leave a mark that is so deep,
 While eating away at the victims life,
 These hateful words never sleep.
 Most people only want the best,
 But some are so consumed with hate,
 They will put the truth to the test,
 And most often leave it in a shattered state.

It is sad to say, but to trust is unwise,
 Unless you prefer to be burned by the lies.
 

 As I pondered the workings of this labor,
 I asked help of Muse’s grace.
 Do me a favor?
 Tell me why must I be in this place?
 Muse replied,” An “A” you must get, ere the sun sets,
 Give it a shot, it is work you may enjoy.”
 “You would lose that bet.”
 “With a low GPA you will have trouble finding employ.”
 Maybe I should give it a shot.
 What do I have to lose?
 Man, things are not looking so hot.
 Gee, I think I’m screwed.
 There are few things worse on the planet,
 Than a caffeinated student writing a sonnet.
 

We played for the love of the game
That's what it used to be
Things will never be the same
It all seems so new to me
Money is all that matters
Not respect, dedication or teamwork
As long as pockets get fatter
Just wacthing has become a mean curse
If I could I'd give it all back
But I just signed a huge contract

Oh what a beautiful day
The sun rose to shine
It feels like the month of May, 
Because the weather is so fine

I can hear the chirps of the blue jay
And the clock just struck nine
I can see the peaceful bay
It makes me feel so fine

It’s a beautiful day I say
Not one person should have a frown,
Because only a spring day can make us feel this way
I have not seen a person who seems down

I really love the days of Spring
It can even be ruined by a bee sting
 

Friends, not lovers, it seemed like a plan
And then the kiss- it felt so right
From that moment on you’ve held me tight.
Never treating me like an object- a perfect gentleman
I just sometimes wish my friends would understand.
I hate when there’s name-calling, followed by a fight,
Because you and I spend time in my room at night
Hanging out and chillin’, listening to the Wu Tang Clan.

I honestly think we’re a match made in heaven;
I really hope you aren’t just another dream.
Let’s get together and discuss where things are going;
I’ll meet you at the God hour- See you at seven.
I know sometimes things are never as they seem,
But my wish is for our relationship to continue growing.

I hope this doesn’t embarrass you and make you wanna scream;
I’ll find out soon enough, when I step off the Boeing.

A Bed, Four walls, and some Books
Girls, Boys, a few dirty looks
Party’s, Beer, Party’s, Beer
Oh how I hope my parents never come back here!

Homework, Quizzes, and Tests
I going to try to do my very best
Grades, Midterms and Final Tests
When the hell can I get some rest?

Brothers, Sisters, Deans, and some Professors
Oh Lord I may fail this Semester!
The First day of my Fall Classes 
I was so nervous I passed a few unknown gases

Freshman Year, went by quick 
I can’t move home that’s a bitch
Studying hard is what I do!
Even if that means I have to repeat school

Your smile lights my day.
I love you.
You make my heart jump in every way.
I hope you love me too.

I thank you everyday for the joy you have brought.
With you, I want to spend my life.
I thank you for all the lessons you have taught.
You are the one I want to make my wife.

With you, I want to grow old.
I am so glad you are mine.
It is always you I want to hold.
It is because of you I shine.

I hope to be with you forever.
I will love you for as long as we are together. 

I turn it on in the morning
And keep it on all night
I never find it boring
Something is always on that is just right

My television is on all day
Although I don't always pay attention
When i get the bill I pay
My house takes up a collection

There are shows I have to see each week
I sit at night to watch them
There's one call Dawsons Creek
And on Friends there is a Ben

TV is great entertainment
Although sometimes we make late payments
 
 
 

A breeze is felt all around
And goose bumps magically appear
What I have lost is soon to be found
The love of my life is quite near

My feet do not touch the ground
Within me there is in no fear
For his love is always round
Which never makes me shed a tear

Though miles may be between us
I know that it will all end soon
So I get ready and make a fuss
My love will be here at noon

Day by day, night by night
I wait for mornings rise
To hold that special someone tight
Look deep into his eyes
And always feel mesmerized

The early morning sun comes up
And I force myself to wake up.
I see the waves crashing against the sand,
I walk towards the beach with board in hand.
I take a deep breath, taking in the cool morning air
Then raise my board overhead without a care.
The crisp water smoothly runs over my skin,
I feel that this is a trace that I’m in.
I concentrate on nothing but my ability
Knowing in my mind that my safety is my responsibility.
Performing a cutback or even hanging ten,
This is my idea of perfect Zen.
Surfing puts my mind at ease
Something that inflects my body like a disease.
 

On a warm Spring gleam.
Whether laying in flowers and lace.
Or sweating at the work place.
We breathe the air pure and clean.
Then out mind sets off to dream.
We set off into another place.
It almost feels like we are in space.
There is nothing neither evil nor mean.

There he was standing alone.
We told each other everything.
He said I’ll be here for you until the end.
I talk to him everyday after whether in person or on the phone.
We were parted by death and could get through anything.
He was my soul mate and best friend.
 

I see it all looking and listening out of this window
I see a people sick of the struggle but yet still calm and mellow
Each one has their personal story to tell
Discrimination and prejudice, in this world of so-called hell

I wish for all the evil and anger to shed away
Replace it with knowledge, love, and a kinship in its place
Busy crying of what lacks, not using what you have instead
So speak out…a closed mouth can’t get fed

They just sit back and watch the problem fix itself
But yet only 54% of my race makes sure their opinion is felt
So what am I going to do as an African American?
I’m going to shut this window and make my time well spent.

It was a big mistake 
The day I allowed him to take 
My heart despite his discrepancies 
In addition to all my insecurities 
I guess it was because I loved him
But why was my deepest love gone like the wind?

I know why 

Because it was a big mistake 
And it’s all my fault 
Since it’s my heart I allowed him to break 
Damn, I can’t believe I cried 
Uncontrollable tears streaming down my face
With memories of how hard he once tried 
To keep our relationship in place 
But it was a big mistake
Cause it took his feelings for a joke
I did not recognize the effort he was trying to make
As a result his feelings changed 
While mine remain 
All this love with no one to share it with 
All because of my big mistake...
 

Angel, I feel so alone
Remember the last time I held you in my arms
The last time you fell victim to my sweet charms
Alone, with pen and pad, I write this poem

Reveling in memories past, my voice changes in tone
From boastful yell, to dismal cry
Gone is my sun, glimmering bright in royal blue sky
An Angel lost, I let this be known
All that you had, was mine to take
But your heart, instead, I chose to break
Angel Lost, and now they know why
Her love, Unconditional, the farthest from fake
My words conveying the true feeling, they try
I pursue you again, for my sanity’s sake

Simpsons is the best show on TV.
Bart is a punk,
Homer is a drunk,
And Lisa is always trying to be all she can be.

Maggie is the other daughter.
It is in the town of Springfield where they all reside,
The Simpsons live with lots of pride
Because of Marge who holds it all together.

If I miss a episode I am down,
But I know my record is on.
My VCR is always ready to go
So to keep from wearing a frown.
I hope one day to watch with my son
And that he, like me, enjoys the show.
 

I have a friend John
He was an ex-con
With a man name Don
Because they killed Juan

John knew Pat
Who lost his hat
Under the mat
When he got scared of the cat

Pat said thank heaven
That I know Evan
That he took seven-eleven
Away from Kevin

Afterwards, Evan went to Gerry
So he can eat the berry
 

Counting sheep that are white, smiling.
Picturing all of the glorious things that could be real;
Like me and eight beautiful, naked women sharing a meal.
Or being king of the world or possibly flying
But then I hear that sound and know that my mind has been lying.
The loud, uncomfortable blare of the radio begins to steal –
All of the peace and quiet of my bed’s sweet appeal.
So I begin to rise, but not without much whining.

The day has begun and what is there to look forward to?
The sound of boring lectures and a stressful ride to school.
But first, I must decide what to wear – 
And it’s much too early to decide between sneaker and shoe.
Do I put on a hat - I have no clue!
These are reasons why I hate to hear that dreadful blare.
 
 

I practice and think about it in a way that's exclusive
It's a form of expression that I sometimes express
I like to think of it as meaningful and in a way seductive
Getting into it is one of the things that I have to do to impress

I can't say that I started early
But inspired I always was
As I look in the mirrors I see my body moving firmly
A technique, I had to learn in days

I dream of what's to come
Hopeing to be noticed
Practicing makes it perfect and fun
For one day to be happy and be rejoiced...

Will have to be the day I was given the chance
To do what I love to do is dance

Now when the night falls
I wont be there
To cast a shadow on your wall
Why do we act this way
Somehow the light of day
Makes our troubles seem so small
We live and die like this
I dare you to fight for it

Our lives have changed in many ways,
Our nation was put to the test.
We cannot forget that terrible day,
When our citizens were at their best.

Men from a different way of life;
They turned the world upside down.
In our hearts they placed a knife,
From our nation came a sound.

Families' lives will never be the same,
They all have broken hearts.
We will remember the many names,
Even though we are all apart.

Remember the men and women whose lives were lost.
What will be the final cost?

To live a life of morning
Her face was full of beatiful hopes
I wished to be wrapped to her like rops
Why did I not ask if htere was someone she was seeing.

He was gallant and brave
The man with no fear, with all his flair
He was never afraid to show he cared
Why could I not be all the rave?

Traumatic but true, I missed my chance
The beauty she offered went unclaimed
Just one work would have done, a syllable or sound

She is gone and left, maybe off to France
I have only myself to be blamed.
Why was he inside when I needed him around?