Football (a remake of Hamlet's "To be or not to be")

To hit or not to hit-that is the question
Whether 'tis better to strap up as a man,
Or cower in the stands.
To risk life and limb-
Aye there's the rub.
Is it bravery and stupidity
To recklessly destroy the opposing tide?
Should one be considered man or beast?
To bravely battle with brothers made,
To take up shield and sword every day,
To punish those who oppose,
To feel the pain of loss and the honey of victory.
Rise up all men of valor!
Take up thy helmet and shield
For tonight the field is ours!

Choices

That's all there is life. One descision after the other. One mistake or one triumph. there are many types of choices covering a large spectrum of topics. They can be as simple as what soda to have, or as complicated as is this the girl I'm to marry. They keep us awake until odd hours, throwing anround pro's and cons. Each one carries a certain conciquence with it. Some good, some to be regretted. Choices shape history. They created the very beings of every individual.
They form the bonds or destroy friendships. They can be powerful for love and for hate. Choices aren't toys to be tossed around lightly. Every choice affects something. Choose with care, no matter waht the choice may be, for, dear reader, it may be your last.

Childhood Memories

One life is all we have.
Mine has come to a stand still.
I know not what I want to do.
So I look to memories,
Of my long gone boyhood,
Back when life was simple.
There was only frolick and play,
But alas those days of freedom,
Are long lost to the winds of time;
My dreams were only that at best,
No more shall they fill my mind,
Leaving me to stumble blindly,
Only hoping to find something to grasp in my desperate groping.
Neither shall the carelessness
Pry me from the reality
Into the sweet world of imagination.
Nay, I am forever more,
Doomed to be the pawn,
In a game of money and power.
And so my epitaph will be no different from those asleep to my left and right.

Revelation

One dreary day
I set out for a stroll
Up upon the knoll
Where the gravestones stand
As I neared the place
A dark and distant dirge
Assulted mine ears
Which melancholy tone
Froze my every bone
With morbid Curiousity
And vulgar Interest
As my guide
I stepped through the gate
As I drew nearer
So the song grew drearier
And as I rounded a particularily large stone, of a design most plain
I saw there standing a man
With the comportment of a ghost
This gastly figure
Turned with pointed finger
Aimed at my heart
As his dismal dirge drifted on
Then he spoke
Words I shan't repeat
For they are death to all who hear
And as he stepped
Toward my quivering frame
I turn and ran from that dismal plane
Yet through every rain
I hear
That deathly song
In my ear

I can't Forget

They say that time can heal all wounds.
I know from experience,
That's a lie.
It can only nullify,
The hurt and pain,
Of love cruelly slain.
You and me,
Were meant to be,
Or so I thought,
But now I see.
You had a different plot.
I followed blindly,
As you lead,
Me towards destruction.
I never saw the knife,
Until it protruded from my chest.
And so you left me,
With bleeding heart and open breast.
Are you satisfied?
Is your morbid desire appeased?
I fear love,
Because of what you've done to me.
Your fickle kiss,
I can never forget.

Redeeming Passion

I fear that this world will fall around me
Crushing all that is
Before I will ever live to love
Passionately
I fall within the
Depths of a dream when I see you
Why can't you see?
We were
Meant to be!

Chorus:
I need your redeeming passion
And love taht burns forever
We could kindle it slowly
If it
Wasn't for your words

You look at me with
Such utter disgust
As if this all was
Vulgar lust
You can't stand me near you
You hate my love
You tell me
To leave
But that's too much

Chorus:
I need your redeeming passion
And love that burns forever
We could kindle it slowly
If it
Wasn't for your words

Your hate is my demise
Why do you so despise?
It eats at my heart
Killing all inside
What crime have I committed?
That you should hate me so

Chorus:
I need your redeeming passion
And love that burns forever
We could kindle it slowly
If if
Wasn't for your words