~Well You're The Hero... Remember?~

High above the others,
While smashing it smothers.
Lead the life of a hero,
Always number 1, evil is Zero.

You're the envy of every guy,
The desire of every girl.
flying in your tights turn their heads,
dodging bullets with a twirl.

You bend the steal, and break the walls.
Taking prisoners to their stalls.
Lasers eyes, And iron fists.
Target practice... never missed

You're so cool with it.
You're so good at it.

You save the women and their purses.
You shut the mouths of evil men, with their curses.
Then you go home to your bed,
Now empty instead.

turn off the lights,
lean over and pucker up.
kiss the mirror you hold.
hugh... laugh it up.

~My Tea & Me~

Staring at a wooden frame,
Empty seat.
Eating my BLT,
I feel defeat.
Sweet tea with a little mint,
Magnify this silence sent.

Wooden frame.
Empty seat.
Silence met.
I felt complete.

Slide my foot to the leg.
Hearing laughter,
And it stirs.
So unmoveing...
It's not hers.

Wooden frame.
Empty seat.
Silence met.
As I eat.

Begin to wonder.
Begin to dream.
To interupt this silence,
I'd even scream.

Wooden frame.
Empty seat.
Silence met.
It seems to repeat.
Wooden Frame,
As I eat.
Silence here,
Against my feet.

~Come'n Home~

I was put in the mix,
'Bout 86
And ever since I ran
from his plan
to further my man.
understand through expansion
of mind, heart, body, and soul.
controlled by the deity of three.
Wanted me to be the son and prodigy.
Me, Shaun, the man you see.
Straight from Payne Springs,
the center of my location.
Operation?
wait for completion of my mental releases
down to pieces.
BSM where I chill
on the real.
(Head'n home) Say'n

"Ponder the thoughts,
all the money spent on useless things I bought...
paintball guns, remote controlled cars.
Models, and posters.
Just like holly,
so thick you could drive a trolly through my folly."
part'n me into two halves like the red sea.
glimpses of two open hands (arms)
instead of any other man that fed me.
Bidding me to take myself to a place distant and far off.
Thinking to myself "First I need to drop my car off."

I'm come'n home daddy. Make sure you keep the gate open.
I'm not heeding worldly pleasure daddy.
I'm come'n home daddy.
Meet me outside, greet me with your arms extended daddy.
I'm come'n home!

They say...
"Take an EPT, so fat are you pregnant?"
Why can't this world be more entertaining instead of flagrant?
"Purchase maternity gear from sears."
Don't listen to all their jeers.
Shedding tears
For all my wants and desires,
Pray to God I'm absent when this world errupts with fire.
Sinfull men with flames,
Before becoming ashes where they stood.
Revelation called it everything it would.
Kick'n up dust.
who do I trust?
Rush like all these people who aren't cruel,
Not act'n the fool.
Because they know when it ends...
Who's gonna rule.
I remember all those sleepless nights spent,
With my knees bent.
Conversations with the upper case.
Gaining streangth when.
I know I'm head'n home
Where It's gonna be easier pleas'n you daddy.
I'm come'n home.

I'm come'n home daddy.
Make sure you keep the gate open. I'm not heeding worldly pleasure daddy.
I'm come'n home daddy.
Meet me outside. Greet me with your arms extended daddy.
I'm come'n home!

The smell of Seals, a bird, and a monkey...
Mixed with the stench of Junkies best describes my kinda funky.
Spuky Spastic, Your life can't be recycled, it ain't plastic.
Your insides are all dirty, why does the outside look fantasic?
Devil couldn't wait to get his hands on you.
Turned your Gold, Destroyed your armament.
Now Shame on you!
You say "whatever!"
Well the same to you.
I'm splitting like an atom,
'Cause I got things to do.
Do what?
You?
Me too!
(Yeah right)
My desires expired.
Now only in Heavenly clenched fists.
Not in accounts of men,
No worldy hands can touch It's interest.
I'm certainly not in agree'n with all of my peeps.
Because they're only look'n skin deep.
They're ignoring all of my verbs,
I guess It's not really what I deserve.
It's too harsh,
Not enough mild.
So I'm head'n to a place
Where you can call me your child.
I'm come'n home.

I'm come'n home daddy.
Make sure you keep the gate open.
I'm not heeding worldly pleasure daddy.
I'm come'n home daddy.
Meet me outside. Greet me with your arms extended daddy.
I'm come'n home!

(for Shaun, Angel, and Allen)

~New Reasons~

I'm not a perfect person.
There's many things I wish I didn't do.
But I keep on learning.
I never meant to do those things to you,
And so I have to say while I go
That I just want you to know.
I've found a reason for me,
To change into who I used to be.
A reason to start over new,
And the reason unfortunatly is you.

I'm sorry that I hurt you
And thats somthing I must live with everyday.
But all the pain you put me through...
I wish I could just take it all away
I'm tired of all of this fear,
so I'm letting it go, and letting you hear...
I've found a reason for me,
To change into who I used to be.
A reason to start over new.
And the reason unfortunatly is You.
But not for you.
Not for you.

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say while I go
That I just want you to know
I've found an awesome reason for me
To change into who I used to be
A reason to start over new
But the main reason isn't you
I've found a reason to show,
A side of me you never could have known.
A reason for the good that I do.
But that reason isn't you.

(To an old "friend")

~You And Me Make Three~

The time seems as if it is never right to play this "game".
All of our friends, they play this "game".
Staring at the closet door they wonder who'll be next.

They stumble us in, and turn out the lights...
With you. With me.

They give us ten, and wait for the time...
With you. With me.

Breathless they wait to open the door, to see...
You. Me.

You break me open. They stumbled us in,
and turned out the lights...
With you. With me. And with "him".

You break me open. We stumbled in.
They turned out the lights...
With him... With him.

Before even 3 has gone by,
I pray to forget all the lies.
With him, you and me.

You break me open! cracking my skin,
you break this shell to free the beauty within.

You break me open and brighten my day!
I can't even speak, I just don't know what to say.

As the door starts to crack, I begin to rush back.
I take a breath and think about you, and me.

Do we entertain you, from the plans that you've made?
Does this explain to you, the plan that's been laid?

We stumbled outside...
Bleary eyed.
With them...
With them.

But you break me open!
Oh you break me open!
You break me open!

(To My Friend Jacklyn)

~I'm Moving On~

I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on

I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on

I'm movin' on
At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone

I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
I've loved like I should but lived that I shouldn't
I had to lose everything to find out
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road
I'm movin' on

I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on

(if you hadn't heard this song by Rascal Flatts then I would definitely recommend you download it)

~Anything Right II~

So much to say, so little time for me to explain the way I feel and see things the way I want you to see them.
It makes sense to you all these things I do, I thought you had it all figured out while everyone else is confused.
Now how do you do that?
And in your mind I'm not blind, but then why are you right all of the time?
And if I think for myself would I be stepping out of line?
I'm not who you are, I'm so sorry.

I can't do anything right.
You don't truly know me but you're still in my life.
And it hurts so bad, do you want it to?
I shouldn't be like you. I want to be like you!

No matter what I do It's never good enough (for me).
I give all that is me, still It's never enough.
So why try? I give up.
What does it feel like, to fit in your shoes, and do it all so perfect like you do?
Tear me down again I kinda want you to.
And you're lovely, so beautiful.
And you're perfect in everyday.
My interiors rusted, I know your discusted. not sure who can be trusted... I'm busted.

I can't do anything right.
You don't really know me but you're still in my life.
And it hurts so bad, do you want it to?
I shouldn't want to be like you.
I want to be like you!

I can't do anything, anything right.
I can't do anything, anything right.
Can't do anything right.
Can;t do anything right.
I can't do anything right!

~Squeaks-Squeaker-Squeakems~
How can my words describe our friend Shawn?
Who makes us laugh although he's now gone.
Our memory of him will never end,
Though it may take time for our hearts to mend.
I'll never forget that face with his goofy smile.
I'll never forget when I heard of his last mile.
His life never really was perfect,
But on us it had the biggest affect.
We'll miss the smiles, the laughes, and daring each other to do things we know we wouldn't.
We'll rejoice the life lived, and not dwell on the things we know we shouldn't.

Squeaks was a son, a brother, and most of all a friend,
Because his friendship he would always lend.

Squeaks...
We'll sing the songs that make your memory go on.
It won't even seem like your gone.
God knows It's going to be hard.
I got to admit my heart is scarred.
But I know your in an awesome place.
Up in Heaven looking on our dads face.

I've cried my eyes out, and theres nothing else to do,
Except write this poem for you,
And let everyone know whats true...
Squeaks, We'll all soon be together.
You think we're apart? Never!
This could never seperate us... we're friends forever!

(Only one more thing to say)
Shawn... thank you for your friendship you would always lend.
I'll meet you at the East gate my friend!

(For our beloved friend... Shaun Givney (Squeaks))
11/18/03

~The Cody Show~

Welcome to the life that's full of twisted feelings, rumored lies, and friendly killings.
You'll analyze this poem like you did the rest.
Then you'll ask if I am feeling down, "Maybe depressed?"
But you'll miss the point that's in every writing.
You'll miss it because your to busy focused on the fighting.

You see...
You might believe that poetry is a "window to the sole" (as I have so often been told)
And if so... do you think mine is a gaping hole?
And you'll dance around the subject at hand, because you're not really sure where it will land.

What's so funny is that you don't even know.
By the way...
Welcome to the Cody show.

Welcome to my show.
I'm so glad you could come.
Sit down to watch, and have some fun.
Have a seat and relax a little.
I've made it easy, even though it might seem like a riddle.

But you're going to try to analyze it anyway.
So there's not much I can say.
Nothing at least that you shouldn't already know.
And by the way...
Welcome to the Cody show.

This is better then reality T.V.
Because you know how fake this can really be.

(This is the Cody show... It's not your show... this is my favorite show)

~Corrections~

Letters stuck to rubber, falling down upon the floor.
I turn my pencile up-side-down... and hope for God to give me more.

there...
all my mistakes are gone. all the poetry that was so sleazy...
so I turn my pencil right side up...
don't you wish life was as easy?

~Empty Hand~

I hadn't seen you in forever.
And I've forgotten your face.
Sun drenched happiness is my only memory;
as my heart takes the time to unlace.

I raise my hand at the auction.
And I count every lost penny.
Too bad the memories can't flood in.
Because, well... there's not very many.

And I can't help but feel my empty hand.
Can you guess what's running through it?
Same as with yours It's sand.
As my bitterest of tears seem to fall,
and hit hard when they land.

(for Andrew)

~Bless Me~

I've got you in a choke hold...
or is it you who has me?
My fury comes from the revenge of my thoughts,
the lies, and distrust.
Let me gain your notice!
I won't let go until you bless me.
Touch my hip, and shatter my bone...
but I still won't let go.
I won't let go until you bless me.

(Sometimes it feels like instead of fighting for a blessing, I am clinging during my wrestling just to keep standing. I guess I'm stubborn. Maybe more then I should be)

~Her~

I'm waiting on you.
Your person is only sparks in my mind.
But I'm waiting on you.
Your frailty hidden by secret's cruel bind.

Your love, wrote in dreams I've made.
Your face, of unfamiliar beauty laid.
Your words, with wisdom's timely delay.
Your hair, like springing life in may.

Your hands, of lovely petite crest.
My eyes on frail and beauty rest.
Your life, like spring time flower's bloom.
My heart of midnight dreams, made room.

To have you, hold you, take you soon.
Lack of your song is death's cruel tune.
To sleep and dream of loves fair thought.
To feel all the love you've brought...
Beneath the goodness two can bring.
By plans unveiled from our king.

To have you, hold you, as love stirs.
To know this dream, means hope endures.

To know that hope can endure.

(for "Her"... for you... I want you to know I do, and will always love you forever. how can I not love you? and I know if you are reading this, that you might think "how can you not love me because you only know the good things I've done"... baby I know you'll love me, and I've lived far from perfect. someday I know you will understand. I love you)

~Paper Soul~

I've seen your soul, your mind, and your heart.
Spilled out to make words, and a piece of art.
I've never seen you, I don't know where you live.
I just know these beautiful words that you give.
I love the wait, the pain, and the wonderful joy.
I love the situations, and dealings, in the words you deploy.

Your inspiration is key to your life.
Most of your words are gentle... others cut like a knife.
I feel I only indulge the reader a look of alphabetical rhyme
acting out my poems as if I were a mime.
But you set your life in a beautiful poetic embrace.
I'm just saying you've inspired me, even though I've never seen your face.

You've taught me that even love doesn't make your life wonderful,
it just makes your emotions more deep and more beautiful.

Thank you for your poems.

(to Megan Staley... I'm not a wack-o. I'm not in love with you, I don't want to stalk you... I just want to tell you that your poetry has inspired me. and I love how beautiful it is. thank you)