Here is a collection of writing Ian has written over the years. One of them is quite good. Can you find it?

The Rest of It

I never learn my way around

And that’s okay

I live a simple life

Just the way I want it

I have a place for games

And places to fill my stomach

There isn’t much else

And that’s the way I love it

I invite over a person sometimes

And we laugh and share a story

I never go to parties

Or enjoy being out in public

There’s a stigma with that

And I think it’s a choice

I’ll change my behavior when I change my mind

But for me it works just fine

One can get by on technology

The Next Big Thing

The success of the world is at your fingertips

There is a simple truth  in those words

Love creation and share as much as possible

Privacy is a hallow tree with its roots cut

So dig in and expose yourself  to the light

It has much to return to you

The wisdom of your talent is only given through demonstration

The memory sticks through repetition

Invade our mind and water our relationship

We’ll come around to your brand

A warning though

We move on quickly and hate often

Tell 'em

Tell a blind man you can see

An enslaved man you are free

Tell a mute man you can talk

A cripple man you can walk

Tell a deaf man you can hear

Or Da Vinci you’re an ear

There are these things you can do

To give your life some value

If you think these things are wrong

Why do you need them to be strong?

Show Me

She was born in autumn

Only child

Her parents loved her

If only she knew

She was a pretty girl

That’s what they told her

She wanted for nothing

She takes her clothes off

For men halfway around the world

She’s leveraged her webcam

As the barrier to the fantasy

Those that know don’t approve

They don’t know her story

Those in her life and those in on her screen

They can look her in the eyes

And smile at hers

But they can’t understand

She doesn’t need the money

Prime Time

Television has these stupid things

Like that show where everybody sings

And that idiot, I just can not stand him

On that dumb ass show According To Jim

And The networks still are mad at me

For never watching Grey’s Anatomy

And then that same network still strives

To make us download Desperate Housewives

I flip the channel and see plenty more

Lame ass episodes of 24

Monkey With a Gun


There’s nothing funny about a monkey with a gun

Even if he is well dressed and sartorial

Their shots are random and violent

They take no care for safe marksmanship

Even the happiest monkey with the best intentions

Will succumb to squeezing the trigger

Just to hear the sound of the gun and the fury

Guns are shiny and appealing to a monkey

Every year, almost one person is shot by a monkey with a gun

Just Words

I wrote a poem about the dead
It was glorious indeed
Most people think of poems as living things
Things you can read into whatever way you please
Shakespeare still helps single uninspired men
His words would out live him
And survive through endless time
But that thought never occurred to him
Nothing about his life matters outside the page

Just words

I'll Never

I’ll never get to see the distant future.

Or understand the mysteries of science that won’t be revealed in my lifetime.

Or know if there is life out there.

Or see racism and homophobia die out for good.

I’ll never get to experience the 1000th Academy Awards

Or see Ghostbusters 4 at this rate.

My tiny eyes can only take in my tiny life

It’s a grand life and I’ve seen a lot happen

And I live better than most of human history

I get a voice and a record through the strokes of a key

Idea Man

am an idea man
But they’ve been trapped in there far too long
I want to let them out
And give them life out on their own

But they’ve been with me forever
And I don’t want to say goodbye
They’ve been my best friends
And stayed with me my whole life

I want to repay the loyalty
But I know that isn’t fair
Some of them would survive quite well
In a world of mediocrity

Get Psyched

I’m going to stay up until I’m too tired to sleep

I’m going to eat whatever the hell I want

Don’t tell me how to live

It’s your turn to count some sheep

I have some more living to do before I’m dead

I feel like I’m going to explode from within

I feel like I need to go out and sin

The world is here now and I’m a part of it

I better do this now before I lose all my nerve

Listen to your heart beat with all that blood

That’s how you know you still have some time left

Go out there and take life by the balls