poems from the past

Dear FutureMe, I bring my mind & imagination into words. aug 1 2008 1:27AM here is my poem my brain is revealed while my heart squeezed 100 more times when jesus has had enough it's something i never want to let go of, but there will be a day where my hand slips preparing for not the worse, but what might not happen when the sun stops showing up where does that take me i wet the tip of my index finger the breeze left this earth ran out the window because it was scared of so much silence clench clench but there isn't ducking involved in any of these games isn't that what it is the games that earn us points to buy the material things, our material life that just brings a wave of nausea its been so damp under these eyes of mine they drip they steam down the innocent, the selfish shoot the king because i'm no longer existing the present where the bed seems more empty everyday i shot the ring barer and massacred every immortal i'd rather be invisible than invincible we've got the names to call you, but they never seem to work it is better off this way this is my day off it rings , leave my alarm clock screaming like how the fire truck's siren loves to sing either break your ears or crank it up a few more decibels who cares anymore why do we still keep our rosaries hanging on our car view mirror i've prayed enough ENOUGH.