You know the folks out there they'll say you're one in a million

but really you're not that lucky you're one in nearly seven billion

and that doesn't make you unique, but welly, truly alone.

Not the Ones I Want to Say

It's funny, this little tickle in my throat.
The words of a poem that I never wrote
itching to be heard, to leap from my lips.
Sadly they'll forever live on that precipice.
Existing only in the world of what is yet to be
existing in a world that most will never see
Have these words, not the ones I want to say
but ones that are vague enough to see the light of day

Bitter Night

New fear born of rage born of wrong
Animosity blooms as shadows grow long
And in the time of stars and stolen light
Jealousy burns and anger blurs the sight

You know when you lean too far back in a chair,
And you almost fall and it gives you a scare?
Well, that's how I feel when I look at you

I can't pledge to a worldly state but I can pledge to something more

I pledge allegiance to God, 

The almighty ruler of heaven and earth 

And to the people whom he created

One covenant, in His name

With mercy and redemption for all

When the tide recedes
And the world proceeds,
Who will comfort you then?