Biography of Chaarzarul Rockett
Lonely. Very lonely.
Chaarzarul Rockett Poems
Upon waking, I could smell the roses Calling me to their thorns I clutched one of them, and felt their pain And asked God, 'Why was I born? '
There are ways to be wild, without being woody. As there are ways to be bad, without being goody. The scenes in the mountains could be scenes in the mall. It's just a matter of taste, and how you stare at it all.
Drive Me To Drinkin'
While I was hitchin' rides I started thinkin' if I stay on this road it's going to drive me to drinkin'
Laying low like a snake call it hybernation. Once upon a time I was a poison to this nation.
The Slave And The Vagabond
Kingdom Of God
This life... as short as it seems, goes by slowy enough time to be great.
I don't like to party I only like to chill. People don't impress me and they probably never will.
The Poem Hunter
I'm the flower you didn't see when you looked upon the spreading tree. I'm the truth you didn't see when you read the book of catastrophe.
Beneath The Shade
Love is a burden which seems light, But shows it's weight when one takes flight. It burns without fire And gives strength without might.
Mrs. Whitepants Mrs. Whitepants lives in a house of sticks Built upon some broken bricks.
The Honorable Fool
Born in a tavern to the King and Queen. The King on the stage and the Queen on her stool. No land to care for, no trade to learn, Expected only to dance and play the court fool.
Vampires, Zombies, And Meth
I woke up this mornin' Yea, well, I woke this mornin', and I got myself a cold beer from Jim Morrison, and I turned on the television.
It was way down in the swampland, Some called it a city. The men were all hot, the women all cold, and there wasn't no room for pity.
I had a vision, but it was only a dream. I took a walk down an empty stream.
It was way down in the swampland,
Some called it a city.
The men were all hot, the women all cold,
and there wasn't no room for pity.
Well, you could have fun if you pulled it out your wallet,
but it didn't last long.
Before you knew it, you were swinging a hammer,
Trying to come up with something wrong.