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.