Chapter 3 Poem by Logan Glover

Your the man with plan
Who came down and learned
Fucked up and burned
Took up a phoenix and flew around for the few
Positive waves-
Even when taking down the plane
All safe, always
All our ways
Let us all play the game-
The way we want
Even if its a haunt
Let the ghost come out and pay
The spirit that we all knew


Another day down the path that we all lay-
Wondering if it's all the same
Song and dance that we sing
Or if more than just a ring-
To this place we call reality
Fought and burned
Grow and you learn?
Moving forwards to…
Nowheres in between the places we been
Acceptance and denials lend themselves to a feeling of sin
Incompleteness and you feel like you lose

Man in the mirror reflecting back on me
As i sit here on Easter writing poetry
Too early to see spring births
Except the early death lying in the dirt
Challenge, - the brave, frightened and afraid
Noble and true but knowing who
Lights on in night, nose out, no fights
Trips to the crypts just for a fun pick

I can not dance and i would not know
Upon the face of a troubled woe
Laughter sought though trouble i brought
Cries i heard on the days i fought
Nature speaks at times i weak but
Nothing comes to the days i meet
Disappointment brings these words to light
'Hold on true, hold on tight'
There's no silver line to the white in the sky
I will not lie to those in the night
I try to say bye but it ends in a sigh

life seems strange
Off in a dreaming haze
I sit and i think
Close my eyes not wishing to blink
Wondering where ill go
Wonder what ill do
Thinking of my life
The places ive been, the mistakes ive made and that number 22
Im thinking of you on the other side
Word arrangements to bide my time
Turning forces and balance met
Prize in the sky or a bag of lent
Either way its what gets sent
Cheerful memories impressions remade
The people the places and what we congregate
Its alright
What is it like to be deep in the night
And to trickle off to sleep alone
With nobody around to see your frown and you feel better off in the ground
You rest your head and off you go to a dreamed death so happily
Rejoice on the wake up, knowing your spirits make up but not knowing what to do
You live for your death and dreams that have fulfillment only bring

Let loose with you hate
Learn to forgive
Passing of fates
We all can live

Even though my soul desired
This friend within my mists
She turned her back and with a laugh said
Sorry if i sound callous

My response to witch is not the same
Im sorry i said, im sorry this has truly made me bled

But now i go on and on
Misunderstanding things like Babylon
I hope for the best, wishes and all
Take care.. waiting for that call