The Tunnels Light

Death fills our noses and we don’t even knows it,
All the world cares about is money and more poses.

The blood stained streets that God cant even sweep,
While killers at home, watching there poor babies sleep.

The young are disrespectful, the old are so harsh,
The worlds getting’ older but its still a big marsh.

Souls are being lost in the lanes of lifes pains, getting drivin insane,
Too many folks are bein turned to drugs like meth, weed and cocaine.

Im tired of sittin’, waitin’, wishin’ for superman to come from the books,
Even if he did he would glance and give us dirty looks.

Because what happened to our damned society is our own damned fault,
We all obliviously joined this destruction path like the innocent join the
cult.

What were we thinking, oh that’s right… WE WERE NOT!
Our minds were empty sponges killing for what couldn’t be bought.

But there are a few things that unite us anytime,
Like theatre, love, GOD, Africa and rhyme.

We know we can’t stop natural disasters really,
But we can fix the damage, and its okay to be silly.

Sometimes…

Good grief, bad manners we need to fix those,
Worry about others, not the shape of your toes,

Cause we all know self conscience with your toes.
Nobody really knows why though.

See how we can get so off topic from toes to life,
But take Gandhi for example, no worries, no strife.

Besides getting shot but at least he had a passion and a cause,
Nowadays we wear our slippers on the coach, eat popcorn and watch jaws,
Not that theres anything wrong with jaws, just our laws.

But don’t get me started on politics and gov’s,
Its all peace and love, no more war, bring the doves.

Its so nice to meet you, my name is John Doe,
But sorry im working and I must go, go, go.

Our world today moves slower than a growing flower,
But its heart beats faster than a horses power.

The economy rises and falls and rises and crashes,
While our movies now a days are filled with sex and smashes.

We all take much pleasure in others defeats,
Even though its just like our life as it repeats.

We are no better than the person beside you,
We may not have killed, But were all bad, its true

So wake up to todays society were in,
No matter where your from, no place to begin.

Models are anorexic, North Americas fat,
We love our sex, money, jobs and fashion is where its at.
We replaced God with bad morals and black cats.
Americas door has lost its welcome mat,
The streets are filled with guns, knives and blood splat.
High rises going up, Personalities going flat.

And don’t ever tell me theres nothing we can do,
Because without hope, perfectness isn’t true.

I know this all sounds like a dream to you now,
But its all of us, society, that has to allow.

So my name is officially Doctor Love,
And my passions include whats been spoken above.

And I ask one last time, to join in and unite,
Because together, with all, there is a new light.

At the end of a tunnel that is, its not just a train.
It’s the dawn of a new day, shall I say, I make it rain!


I just can’t help looking at the light cause its bright,
And it doesn’t matter if its black, red, green or white.
Just that its in our sight!

So please consider the followed...

Angel in Disguise

With a body like that,
Soft hair and pretty eyes.
I'm hoping she's real,
Not an angel in disguise.

I'll never understand,
Why I have to be me.
I always win her heart,
But I'd never get the key.

Looking at her breaks me,
Yet turning away kills.
But admitting self defeat,
Can always send me chills.

I will never match up,
Or even come near.
For here beauty alone,
Is all that I fear.

I will always hope and pray,
To help me redeem.
But I shall forever remember,
That a man can always dream.

Good Ol' Days

I love you so much,
Yet we haven’t talked for some time.
I still hate seeing you,
When you’re not even mine.

You changed since last summer,
At the camp we were at.
That night around the campfire,
On the logs, where we sat.

You met that cool kid,
And talked for a little bit.
I left for an hour,
And then I came back to sit.

You’re just a little confused,
You got into the clique.
At first when you changed,
I thought you were sick.

You started to drift,
I could tell something was up.
And I finally noticed,
At the parties, your cup.

You started to drink,
And I guess do some drugs.
I miss the good days,
With your kisses and hugs.

I knew you since pre-school,
I loved you since then.
I still love you now,
But we’re older than ten.

We can’t just be friends,
With the state that your in.
All the things you do now,
To me, they’re a sin.

Can’t you just change,
To your original ways.
So we could go back,
To the good ol’ days.

Almost Unexplainable Hatred

(The views expressed in this poem and are not the views of Matthew S. Warnock and are not based on actual events at all!)

A noisy alarm,
At six thirty seven.
It was definitely not,
A sound from heaven.
The shrieking filled the jailhouse walls. Yet I was trapped inside with no voice.

I could not stand,
To hear another scream.
Coming from that room,
I did not wish to dream.
I heard his heavy footsteps nearing. How I hated that sound.

You can’t even imagine,
What he did to my brothers.
He told others…actually,
He never told others.
He opened the door while death filled my eyes like poison. I was poisoned by him.

I can’t even describe,
My hatred towards him.
Throughout my life,
My memories tend to dim.
I will never forget those God forsaken times. God left me to die.

The colors of our skin,
Were a rainbows delight.
But later I learned,
That it was quite a fright.
For those colors were represented death. Death was near then.

My privileges were,
I could last and obey.
But I always hope,
To live one more day.
But hopes and dreams…were all I had. Hopes and dreams were false.

All the evil you can think of,
Devils, Nazi’s, War galore.
Its worse than all those things,
And many, oh so many more.
I cry for hours because of my struggle of emotions. Love or hate the man I love or hate.

The man I was brought up to love,
The man who was so dear to me.
The man who I will always call dad,
The man who ignores my every plea.
Stop father. Halt father. Stop father. Please father. Love me.



The pain would start with just words,
And bottles later turn to actions.
His dizziness made things worse,
I could feel him through his strong reactions.
He still loved me dear, like any father should. He doesn’t mean the pain.

No! I will not fall back,
Into this snare.
And my believing,
Should be despair.
I will not forgive my dear father. It’s too late for him. His chances are over.

What he did to me,
Is unforgivable
How he is,
Just unlivable.
I cannot go on with him any longer. I would rather burn in hell.

I am positive,
The devil would care.
He would love me,
And be fair.
He would treat me better. Much, much better than him.

I will leave,
This earth I hate.
To God and heaven,
There lies my fate.
I belong with God for he loves me like a son. Not the devil.

I am through,
I am grim.
I hate him,
I hate him.
I hate him with the strongest passion one man can bear. I hate him.

Natures Noises

In the night sky,
Twinkling quite bright.
With the light of the moon,
It’s a magnificent sight.

Lying in the meadow,
Crickets trilling hushed.
Peaceful and calm,
Nothing to be rushed.

Rivers proceeding,
Forests arising.
Sun’s waking up,
Nothing Surprising.

Birds going to fetch,
Food for their young.
It’s still so queit,
Besides what’s being sung.

The Morning air,
As fresh as the spring.
Perfectness about,
What nature will bring.

The Moonlight Reflection

The big, yellow moonlight,
What a magnificent sight.
The beautiful things,
I saw that night.

The crickets were ringing,
While the birds stopped their singing.
The moon was a glowing,
And the stars started swinging.

There was peace in the air,
For the rabbits and the heir.
The young night approached,
In the middle, of my prayer.

The reflection on the lake,
It couldn’t be fake.
For the water was real,
So I was surely awake.

It was almost pitch dark,
Besides the moon and its spark.
The stars were so pretty,
Was my only remark.

I couldn’t remain stable,
For the sight of this fable.
It felt so unreal,
For the beauty of the sable.

I loved it so much,
For the reflection I could touch.
The moon was so close,
In my hand I could clutch.

A World of Knowledge

You may never know,
Why the world will spin.
You may never know,
The rules of the game, gin.

The world will have its questions,
There will always be more knowledge.
You can always find some answers,
At a library, school or college.

Technology and information,
Can be changing every hour.
To know everything you can know,
Is seen as the greatest power.

Learning is like a gift,
We are privileged to receive.
Knowledge is like a key to life,
It will help us to achieve.

You may not know everything,
Or who, what, when, where, why.
For so much is always changing,
The least you can do is try.

The Ways of Nature

The trees were so mellow,
As I went on my way.
“Listen to my rhythm”,
The wind would almost say.

If I were years older,
With knowledge, galore.
I would leave home,
To find and explore.

Nature is so lovely,
I admire the trees.
With the wind on my back,
I’d sail the seven seas.

In winter its dead,
In spring it will bloom.
Summers boiling hot,
And the fall is all gloom.

May we prevail hardships,
When climbing the tallest mount.
To defy the seven wonders,
Swimming in Niagara fount.

I wish to proclaim,
To nature and my Lord.
Thank him for the beauty,
For it, is my reward.

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The wind in the willows,
The twinkle in the stars.
The white picket fence,
Or the red sports cars.

The perfect of perfects,
The best of the best.
The nice things we have,
Here in the west.

While others will suffer,
We will live on.
The parties at seven,
And work starts at dawn.

We think we’re good people,
As we try to donate.
To foreign starving children,
With death as their fate.

Some to the homeless,
Some to the sick.
Just a few donations,
Please make it quick.

We have started wars,
Killed to no measure.
Some for bits of land,
And some for our pleasure.

As our economy rises,
Our awareness may fall.
Just ask yourself,
Do we care at all?

When someone falls,
Lend him your hand.
I will finally ask,
Where, do you stand?

Winters Cold Death

It is getting quite late, for night is coming soon.
The suns been long down, and here is the moon.
The lids of my eyes,
Heavy.
Heavy.
Heavy.

I shan’t fall asleep, but the end is so near.
My family will need me, they love me sincere.
They will miss me,
Truly.
Truly.
Truly.

I wish to stay longer, I can’t take much more.
Thy advacation is to stay, but My God may ignore.
My God I still,
Love.
Love.
Love.

My attempts shall be strong, thy will stay awake.
For if I fall into slumber, thine life shall it take.
Coldness taking over,
Winter.
Winter.
Winter.

For I am too strong, lest I’ll never toil over.
With my own superstitions, and four leafed clover.
My prevailing God on high,
Mercy,
Mercy,
Mercy

Too much to live for, thou shall not die.
Winter cold sleep, please hear my cry.
For winters hand is,
Death.
Death.
Death.

WYSIWYG= What you see is what you get

Rotten Apples

From the Corners of my eye,
Just as I was passing by.
Some hanging things I did see,
Scraggy and weathered looked to me.

I knocked that apple to the ground,
It hit quite hard with a thumping sound.
It was bruised and battered all over it,
I really didn’t want to admit.

I picked it up for later to eat,
For a midnight snack or small lunch treat.
I was scared of course because of its taste,
A day went by and then I faced.

That apple I had saved to eat,
Though bruised and old it tasted sweet.
Its not appearance or where you grow,
But what’s inside that counts you know.

True Love

What does true love,
Mean to us these days.
Is it really long lasting,
Or just a small faze.

Is love like water,
Flowing throughout.
Or is it like a boulder,
Unbreakable, no doubt.

Love should be cherished,
Until you find the one.
So you can get married,
As a new fellowship begun.

Does it last forever,
Or break away fast.
Sometimes it lingers,
And some times it will last.

Waiting might break love,
Fastness might take it away.
Let it last a long time,
Not letting it stray.

It's usually so beautiful,
An unbearable sight.
Two people together,
Lovingly so tight.

You should secure it real good,
Keep it safely in your heart.
Never let it die,
Keep it going like the start.

If it is true love,
It will truly not drift.
Don't let it pass too quick,
Because sometimes, its a gift

The Rose

There once was a girl named Rose,
She was beautiful from her head to her toes,
With her dazzling red hair,Which gave everyone a stare,
That was the girl named Rose.

There once was a girl named Rose,
She wore the darkest of green clothes,
But even during the night, Without any light,
That was the girl named Rose.

There once was a girl named Rose,
She was angry and broke somebodies nose,
She would scrape you with a thorn, And show you a scorn,
That was the girl named Rose.

Money

Money,
Change,
Clothes,
Shoes,
Girls,
Shopping,
Cart,
Golf,
Club,
Bat,
Bird,
Branch,
Tree,
Maple,
Syrup,
Aunt,
Colony,
Group,
People,
Humans,
Needs,
Money,

Daily Routine

I woke up in the morning,
ahhh,
i went to the bathroom,
thump, thump,
i brushed my teeth,
brish, brush,
rushed down stairs,
creak, thump, creak,
ate my breakfast,
munch, crunch,
ran outside the door,
slam,
I went through my lawn,
ch,ch,ch,ch,ch,chshshshsh,
Grabbed my bike and went to school,
Bring, Meoowwww,

Who Am I?

I am....

The Prince of Peace, Savior, Holy One, King of Kings,
Son of God, Redeemer, Lord of Lords, Son of David,
The Peace Maker, Capstone, Cornerstone, Deliverer,
Good Sheperd, Great High Priest, Immanuel, Hope,
Image of God, Last Adam, Our Rightiousness, The
light, Word, His only begotten Son, Jehovah, Yaway,
Branch, Christ Lord, Friend Head of the Church...

My Lord Jesus

Poppies

Flying, floating,
Through the breazing cold.
Heads thinking straight,
Hearts made of bold.

Unbreakable hopes,
Of staying alive.
Families wating,
With faith on the thrive.

Many souls dying,
Many souls dead.
Our victories won,
Because many men bled.

Cannons exploding,
Bodies flying past.
Friends hurting bad,
Because of a blast.

The war was dying itself,
The battle a snag.
Winners were proud,
When waving their flag.

The poppies now grow,
Where the bodies once lay.
Where the men fought hard,
With skies of gray.

Teachers After School

Teachers are scary,
Teachers are cruel.
But what in the world are they,
Right after school.

Maybe...

They turn into monsters,
And give you a fright.
Or turn into zombies,
And walk off at night.

Or Even...

They stay up all night,
And do extra math.
So in the morning at school,
They'll show you there wrath.

Could

They cook their class,
Always having kid stew.
The rumors are that,
Tomorrow it's you.

ZzZzZzZz...

Its time to wake up,
Out of that silly old dream.
I least I think it was,
As so it would seem.

Bring...

There goes the bell,
Behind the door I'll wait.
The big room of 214,
Decides my falling fate.

Matt