A Powerful Word A gentle toucha fond embracea whispered worda parting Hoping wishing wanting to see you again.Love is a powerful word. An angry looka push awaya yelled insulta leaving loathing screaming crying because of what you did.Hate is a powerful word. A last look backa strong regreta rebelliona making up. forgetting forewarning forgiving all our problems.Sorry is a powerful word. A joke madea memory shareda flashback faceda happy. loving laughing mirth echoing in an empty roomHappy is a powerful word. A sad goodbyea call me laterI love you too. yearning wanting missing us.Yo
A Truth IgnoredOne night I dreamed I was an eagleI could see the whole worldand hear a whole nationand below me a man on TVspoke to all his viewers."Don't listen to what they say.There is no problem."While I look around and see that it is not true.Around this man ice mltsdroughts killand floods rage through cities.tornadoes pick you up and throw you who-knows-whereand hurricanes tear you apart.around this man,people are dying.They look up to the heavensand say,"Please, someome help me."And I look down at this manthis cold, hard, television man,and I know that he is lying.Our world, where all battles were won,all countries founded,all discoveries made,all children born, is falling apart.Our world is dying.And we are doing nothing to stop it.
I'd RatherLet's pretend for a momentThat I am building up a wallA wall that stretches milesBut distance doesn't make it small.It blocks out the realityAnd keeps me in my mind.But I could not anticipateAn ambush from behind.Imagination serves its purposeCreates a happy dreamBut Real Life rears its ugly headAnd makes me want to scream.Yeah, love is just so perfectWhen I see it in my head.But, perfect or not, I'd ratherHave it in real life instead.I see other people's pleasureAnd that's all very fine.But is it worth drinking the gobletWhen you can't taste the wine?If other people feel it,Then what good is it to me?I'm screaming at the world,So why can't you hear my plea?Some people say "Forget it,'Cause it's not worth the pain."Well, they might see it different,But I've always liked the rain.Yeah, love is just so perfectWhen I see it in my head.But, perfect or not, I'd ratherHave it in real life instead.There's nothing I've ever wanted moreI can't believe it doesn't
QualificationsThe man walks quickly down the dark street, slightly favoring his right leg, glancing from side to side as he goes. He wears a long black overcoat and a black hat that casts shadows across his face, like a curtain across a stage. There is a shifty look about him; he acts as if he doesn't want anyone to know he is there. Perhaps he doesn't, but in any case, no one stops to ask him.Though he is in the middle of New York City, the street he walks on is not crowded. Pedestrians rarely walk the streets at this hour of the night, particularly in a neighborhood such as this. For this reason, the man encounters no one, save a few unsavory characters who give him odd looks, but quickly pass him by, and soon forget they ever saw him.Shortly, the man ducks off the main road and into the deep shadow of a back alley. Here, the shadows of night cover him more deeply; with his black coat and hat, and his pale skin that glows in the dark like ivory, he seems almost to be a ghost, roving aimlessly th