I got roasted in Montana--it's great to be back--I work with the best kids on Earth. I love them.

Here are some poems I found that I wrote before Montana. I don't want to put them on Xanga (where people actually read what i write).

I’m watching you walk down that path
the path that leads you far from me
it’s not my journey, it’s not my road
Why is it we weren’t meant to be?
I cannot be with you

I’m back here, why don’t you turn?
I’m but a seed, no place to grow
without you, there is no home
this sense of dying, you’ll never know
I cannot be without you

There’s no way that I’ll ask you back
I know your path weaves far and long
There’s no chance I’ll find you there
but everything without you is wrong.
I can’t be with or without you…

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im my land, there is no joy
but no sorrow or pain or fear

in my land, we do not sleep
but we’re not hungry here

In my land, we are all numb
but you’ll never find a tear

I like it in my land alone,
with no one ever near.