from P.4 on Mon., Oct. 13th

• Society can
  shape you into a molded
  form.
  You aren't going
  to fit into the perfect
  puzzle of society
  so...
  be yourself,
  raise hell &
  change the world.

• That's my chicken!

• When we he would do a poem,
  I would get butterflies
  in my stomach.
  His powerful words grasped
  me and held on tight.

• The beast falls
  from an industrial sky.

• Chatter of gossip
  spits from frozen lips
  breaths of air
  condense above our heads
  the crowd cheers,
  but the cold harshens
  the tone.

• Bird cages,
  freeing the souls
  that are trapped
  in the normal life-style.