**ROCK OUT**

       

You have just been given orders to rock out!  So, what are you gonna do?  You are gonna rock like there is no tommorrow, rock out like your next door neighbor just went to jail, like the genius who finally failed, like the girl who was held.  Rock out like Jack Black, like the guy who loves short stacks and how Hopie freaks about fruit snacks... Rock out like you are famous and everybody knows you, rock like you have a voice, the time to speak is now. 


Rock out like the guy who finally got up the guts to ask you out, like the seed that sprouts and a child pouts. 

**ROCK OUT** 

Rock like you don't care who's watching, like no one's listening.  Rock out like Kurt Cobain is alive again... like nobody's sick, and you're not the devil's pick.  Rock out like you will never have anything to worry about again.  Ever.  Rock like the judge who gives the orders, or the kid who grows up to bark those orders.  Rock like you are free, goin' on a spree with the wind blowing through the trees. 

ROCK LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. 


Rock like the kid who wins after everbody says he'll lose, rock out like the soldier who is comin' home, like the jazz band in the park on the Fourth.  Rock out like the guy who finally figures out that he can't live without her, and the girl who realizes that he is the only one for her and she will get to spend the rest of her life with him.  Rock out like love is something that comes to everyone.  And rock out like there is no end.  Because there's not. Don't worry 'cuz if you don't finish all the rockin' here, you've got a whole ETERNITY.  So rock out now, and enjoy it while it lasts, then get prepared for THE NEVER ENDING ROCK OUT.

Life and Death

I sit alone cross legged on the floor, leaning against the couch watching the minutes tick by... listening to the thunder crash and watching the lightening brilliantly slicing through the darkness lighting up cobwebs shining in the darkened corners of the outer reaches of a forgotten room.  I sit, eyes on the phone, ever staring- clinging desperately to the hope that something-anything- will happen.  Just a ring, a beep, the smallest thing to let me know he is ok. 

               

Constant worry-not only for his well being, but for his soul.  It is as if she is killing him, little by little, day by day, second by second... every word that passes through her foul unclean mouth hurts him a little more than the last.  I find myself swept away into memories better left forgotten - days when only my calm sanity talked him out of the unthinkable, when I could only hope and pray for something to take her away, out of his life and into a place where she could never wrap her filthy shroud around him, suffocating him - taking him further into the dark abyss, never to return. 

Death isn't easy.  It's something that's tragic, or sad, sometimes it is unexpected and horrifying, you find yourself in constant denial, unable to comprehend what life would be like without him.  In one corner of my mind, I find myself thinking that death is a saviour for some, a way to let go, and escape from their pain and misery, all it takes is one second - a moment of loneliness or a flash of weakness, and you will never get them back. I find myself wondering what would happen if he kept going on this lonely highway... 

     

He has so much life left to give, I just hope he can see through her thick shroud, attacking his senses, and taking him farther away from his last little bit of sanity.  All I have ever wanted him to realize is that he is not alone and he never will be as long as he is willing to let me in.  The phone rings, I leap to grab at it-my knuckles white, hands shaking... I pick up the reciever and say hello, nothing comes out.  I speak up, my voice cracking with worry, and stress. 

        

I hear his voice and collapse onto the floor in a bawling heap... No words can explain my relief.  For one more day I have the one thing I hold dearest to me. Him. He Is My Life.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone, empty buildings, no one around. A violin smashed to bits, a rusty tractor smashed into the side of an old abandoned barn.  I walk alone, along empty streets, past buildings filled with skeletons and cobwebs - things that were never told, smashed cell phones, crumpled apologies, burnt pictures and ropes. 
 I see him.  Leaning against a building with shattered windows, I can feel him drawing me toward him but I do not have the courage to face him.  I keep pushing my feet to drive me forward, but it is as if they refuse to move. 
I walk alone. 
On streets covered in filth, where each of my mistakes have left their own hideous marks on the pavement.  I walk alone, past empty picture frames hanging on dilapidated walls with peeling paint and wallpaper. 

Red. My favorite color heinously laid out on the road as if it were blood. 

I Walk Alone.  Seeing nothing, feeling nothing.  The numbness has taken over my senses, to the point where all I can do is keep walking forward surveying the destruction around me, hoping for something to happen soon.  Anything would be better than this stony silence - I walk alone, past black roses, coffins, and gravestones.  An empty cemetary filled with the ghosts of my past, cold air and a mist so thick you could cut it with a knife.  Only growing more foreboding by the seconds ticking by on a bomb clock in the back of my mind.  The skeletons are walking toward me, growing, preparing to suck away what little sanity I cling to.

I'm Thinkin' About You

You ask me what's on my mind, "...You," I answer.  Then you want to know all about what I am thinking about you... so here is how it goes... Baby I'm thinkin' about you like crazy, I'm thinkin' about you like the night thinks about the stars, like the sun thinks about shining, like thunder thinks about lightening.  I'm thinkin' about you like a judge thinks about his gavel, like pooh thinks about his honey, like millionares think about money, I'm thinkin about you.   Yeah,  I'm thinkin about you like grass thinks about dew, like moths think about light, like the wind thinks about kites, I'm thinkin about you like whiskers think about kittens, like winter thinks about mittens, like wrestlers think about hittin'.  Baby, I'm thinkin about you like eyelashes think about mascara and hair thinks about curls, and camels think about the Sahara... I'm thinkin' about you  like theme park enthusiasts think about rollercoasters, I'm thinkin' about you like juggalos think about Twiztid, like men dream about being enlisted, like socks think about shoes and shoes think about feet, like mountains think about creeks, like people think about pinching babies cheeks.  I'm thinkin' about you  like baseballs think about bats, like dogs think about cats, like punks think about hats... I'm thinkin' about you like like seagulls think about crumbs, like boats think about water, like subway riders think about bums... I'm thinkin' about you like cats think about mice, like kids think about lice, like dogs think about bones and robots think about drones... I'm thinkin' about you like 3 thinks about 6 and 6 thinks about 9, I'm thinkin about you like hands think about holding, like arms think about folding, like clay thinks about molding... like Beyonce thinks about Jay-Z. I'm thinkin' about you like guitars think about picks, like violins think about bows and bro's think about hoes... and only God knows what I am thinkin' about you...Cuz I'm thinkin' about you like hearts think about love.

Love Is...

"The greatest thing you can learn, is to love and to be loved in return." -Moulin Rouge

To me, love is a masterpiece.  Love is something you can try to define, but you have to find it for yourself.  Love is an ultimatum, it is a really wicked rollercoaster... it makes your tummy spin and get butterflies.  Love is like falling off a cliff, it might hurt when you land, it's like a 14-eyed-green-and-purple-monster.  Love is like climbing a mountain, it may be rocky on the way to the top but once you get there, it is beautiful and worth it.  Love is doing absolutely nothing together, but having a blast just cuz you're with them.  Love is the reason we are here.  No one would be able to survive without love and support.  Love is like music to your ears, and a slow dance together.  Love is contagious, love is like cidar, as long as its spicy it's interesting.  Love is complicated, love is like trying to untie a knot, love is something not always seen, but felt with your heart.  Love is when you are willing to sacrifice everything for that one person, and love is never easy.  Love is thrilling, love is frightening, love is impossible, love is intimidating.  Love is like railroad tracks, butterflies and a tipsy stomach.  Love is like christmas. Love is a broken record, love is hard and love is like a haunted house... you never know what's coming next.