I know that they love when they look above at you against the deep black.
You know they forget that you ever met when they wake up in the rack.
I can see you glow more than they could know, shining in the bright daylight.
Against skies so blue, none else gaze at you like I each dawn after night.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Guilty Pleasure
I know that soon I’ll find us together on romantic nights.
I know that my own mind is full of insects and parasites.
I swear I’m not maligned; I always have nobility in my sights.
If I cared for you just a bit, I would surely never show.
But to myself I must admit that it’s you that I will owe,
Because I lack the benefit of being someone that you could know.
When I cannot reciprocate the stillness that you’ll provide
The sunshine and earthquakes I create will nearly always coincide
And any castle that we create is just another victim of the tide.
I must be so very self-serving to knowingly hurt you and not refrain.
I am constantly observing myself apologize to you in my brain.
Therefore I’m most undeserving of what we both wish to obtain.
I know that my own mind is full of insects and parasites.
I swear I’m not maligned; I always have nobility in my sights.
If I cared for you just a bit, I would surely never show.
But to myself I must admit that it’s you that I will owe,
Because I lack the benefit of being someone that you could know.
When I cannot reciprocate the stillness that you’ll provide
The sunshine and earthquakes I create will nearly always coincide
And any castle that we create is just another victim of the tide.
I must be so very self-serving to knowingly hurt you and not refrain.
I am constantly observing myself apologize to you in my brain.
Therefore I’m most undeserving of what we both wish to obtain.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
White Stallion / Pale Horse
You think you know me very well
I can see your admiration
Everyone else can tell
You think I have not a flaw
But reality’s not perception
There’s what you never saw
You’ve know me since our youth
Through triumph and rejection
Now hear the dormant truth
Your picture of me is an unflawed you
Unconscious self projection
I’m not who you thought you know
Your eyes have not completely lied
You’re created a work of art
This sculpture is inside
You must strip away the clay
That covers your growing heart
And, your true self, display
I can see your admiration
Everyone else can tell
You think I have not a flaw
But reality’s not perception
There’s what you never saw
You’ve know me since our youth
Through triumph and rejection
Now hear the dormant truth
Your picture of me is an unflawed you
Unconscious self projection
I’m not who you thought you know
Your eyes have not completely lied
You’re created a work of art
This sculpture is inside
You must strip away the clay
That covers your growing heart
And, your true self, display
Impractical Joker
Hay old man, you’re leading them all.
Your words so indestructible that can’t fall.
They’ll follow where you lead them,
Whether you will save or condemn.
Your stature stands strong and tall.
Hay old man, you said my speech is absurd,
All because I’m able to use a ‘big’ word.
It’s so easy for you deceive
Because what you say, they believe.
You’re laughing and pointing at this nerd.
Hey old man, you sneak up on me in bed.
You try to take clippers and shave my head.
You could tame you inner wild
And not be such a whinny child.
But why don’t you act like you’re ten instead.
Hay old man, you’re acting unprofessional.
In the work place it’s unacceptable.
I wish I could find you a cure
For being so immature,
But there’s no cure for disrespectful.
Your words so indestructible that can’t fall.
They’ll follow where you lead them,
Whether you will save or condemn.
Your stature stands strong and tall.
Hay old man, you said my speech is absurd,
All because I’m able to use a ‘big’ word.
It’s so easy for you deceive
Because what you say, they believe.
You’re laughing and pointing at this nerd.
Hey old man, you sneak up on me in bed.
You try to take clippers and shave my head.
You could tame you inner wild
And not be such a whinny child.
But why don’t you act like you’re ten instead.
Hay old man, you’re acting unprofessional.
In the work place it’s unacceptable.
I wish I could find you a cure
For being so immature,
But there’s no cure for disrespectful.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Love Poem
I want to get to know all the hamsters in your cage.
Won’t you let my hamster turn your wheel?
If you’ll give me your time, I’ll be you sage.
Don’t bite your time or it won’t heal.
I’ll share my mind and what bugs me before you’re gone.
I’ll give you my head like I were I tick.
You are the litter on my lawn.
I want to pick you up with my pointy stick.
You are the brightest colors in my finger paint kit.
I’ll keep my fingers in your jar and keep you wet.
I can be your ball and you can be my mitt.
I’m ready to swing my bat when ever you’re set.
We could start a relay and just run on.
We could run our race right off the map.
And when I hand you my baton,
I hope that you take it on your lap.
Won’t you let my hamster turn your wheel?
If you’ll give me your time, I’ll be you sage.
Don’t bite your time or it won’t heal.
I’ll share my mind and what bugs me before you’re gone.
I’ll give you my head like I were I tick.
You are the litter on my lawn.
I want to pick you up with my pointy stick.
You are the brightest colors in my finger paint kit.
I’ll keep my fingers in your jar and keep you wet.
I can be your ball and you can be my mitt.
I’m ready to swing my bat when ever you’re set.
We could start a relay and just run on.
We could run our race right off the map.
And when I hand you my baton,
I hope that you take it on your lap.
Dance, Dance, Revelation
I’d like to tell this one girl I know
That her eyes always show
How it all hits her so rough
I know that guy that you know
And that it’s all now through
Because he though you weren’t good enough
I heard that the people at work
Who hate the odd and a quirk
Never gave you the time of day
I heard what they said
About the jobs that you lead
That you weren’t good enough to stay
Forget the work and romance
Remember how you used to dance
You were the best on the floor
Because that’s what you really are
The best at what you love and by far
I know that you’re good enough and more
That her eyes always show
How it all hits her so rough
I know that guy that you know
And that it’s all now through
Because he though you weren’t good enough
I heard that the people at work
Who hate the odd and a quirk
Never gave you the time of day
I heard what they said
About the jobs that you lead
That you weren’t good enough to stay
Forget the work and romance
Remember how you used to dance
You were the best on the floor
Because that’s what you really are
The best at what you love and by far
I know that you’re good enough and more
Shallow Sockets
Just like the other senses of the blind,
Everything else becomes refined.
By me weakness, I won’t be defined.
I’ll never let this hold me behind.
Everything else becomes refined.
By me weakness, I won’t be defined.
I’ll never let this hold me behind.
Episode III
There was the time you came to stay
You never asked if you’d be in the way
You lived off me and never offered to pay
I did consider it very rude
How you’d waste hot water and eat my food
And not care at all, if you did intrude
You never asked if you’d be in the way
You lived off me and never offered to pay
I did consider it very rude
How you’d waste hot water and eat my food
And not care at all, if you did intrude
Episode II
The day that I bought my gun
I swore that it was for fun
I said “it could protect”
“You’ve lost my respect”
You said and you began to shun
I swore that it was for fun
I said “it could protect”
“You’ve lost my respect”
You said and you began to shun
Episode I
I remember the time when we had the deepest talk
I remember what I said and that it was a shock
My beliefs are so personal, so I rarely tell
The heartbreaking words of, “too bad you‘re going to Hell”
You told me that I couldn’t speak one word of it
You told me that you and my silence would be a perfect fit
I would read about it just so I could learn
I remember that you said that ‘it all should burn”
You won’t let me see those who are like myself
You want me to hide my beliefs on my shelf
But the worst of all these many ties
Is you unwillingness to compromise
I remember what I said and that it was a shock
My beliefs are so personal, so I rarely tell
The heartbreaking words of, “too bad you‘re going to Hell”
You told me that I couldn’t speak one word of it
You told me that you and my silence would be a perfect fit
I would read about it just so I could learn
I remember that you said that ‘it all should burn”
You won’t let me see those who are like myself
You want me to hide my beliefs on my shelf
But the worst of all these many ties
Is you unwillingness to compromise
The Lucid Undoing
Self destruction, seems to be the best choice
All new words seem to disintegrate
The cracks spread over my voice
I try to scream for them to wait
Self justified, in retro active thought
Memories of words aren’t what they seem
I want to make it better, but it’s not
So I apologize when I dream
All new words seem to disintegrate
The cracks spread over my voice
I try to scream for them to wait
Self justified, in retro active thought
Memories of words aren’t what they seem
I want to make it better, but it’s not
So I apologize when I dream
Sunday, September 25, 2011
The Warrior is Dead
With the warrior dead, killers run free
With no one to guide them how to be
With the warrior dead, honor’s not first
Too concerned with their own hunger and thirst
Blood thirsty and uncontrolled
Armed and the innocent die
Enemy unknown and de-soul
Ignorant and believe the lie
They have no sense to commit
They just want to pick up and go
With no courage to admit
They fear that, they, we will know
Constantly rude and uncouth
They want their way or will have a fit
Unconcerned with justice and truth
A fighting class hypocrite
With the warrior dead, we won’t be shown
The warrior’s code will remain unknown
With no one to guide them how to be
With the warrior dead, honor’s not first
Too concerned with their own hunger and thirst
Blood thirsty and uncontrolled
Armed and the innocent die
Enemy unknown and de-soul
Ignorant and believe the lie
They have no sense to commit
They just want to pick up and go
With no courage to admit
They fear that, they, we will know
Constantly rude and uncouth
They want their way or will have a fit
Unconcerned with justice and truth
A fighting class hypocrite
With the warrior dead, we won’t be shown
The warrior’s code will remain unknown
Saturday, September 24, 2011
A Prelude to the End
I’m sorry to tell you, you’ve got go
Our relationships’ time is through
This is how I feel, you deserve to know
Here’s my break-up note to you
When hardships come and don’t improve
And there’s no reason I should stay
I remember that I shouldn’t move
This is my home; you need to go away
I’ll give you all the reasons in a list
So that you can see that I’m justified
Let us use a word and not a fist
A break-up should be dignified
Our relationships’ time is through
This is how I feel, you deserve to know
Here’s my break-up note to you
When hardships come and don’t improve
And there’s no reason I should stay
I remember that I shouldn’t move
This is my home; you need to go away
I’ll give you all the reasons in a list
So that you can see that I’m justified
Let us use a word and not a fist
A break-up should be dignified
I, as One of We
I wanted to be a part of a ‘we’
Just to fit in and do no wrong
I wanted a sense of unity
All I wanted was to belong
Now it’s so, but I have this fear
I like my reflection, but there’s doubt
My mirror’s made of glass, it is clear
All I see are others, I’m looking out
I enjoy the traits of those that I friend
But I can’t be afraid to stray from the norm
I have no intention to insult or offend
But I say, to belong is not to conform
I still don’t desire to be unusual
But it’s a fair price to be an individual
Just to fit in and do no wrong
I wanted a sense of unity
All I wanted was to belong
Now it’s so, but I have this fear
I like my reflection, but there’s doubt
My mirror’s made of glass, it is clear
All I see are others, I’m looking out
I enjoy the traits of those that I friend
But I can’t be afraid to stray from the norm
I have no intention to insult or offend
But I say, to belong is not to conform
I still don’t desire to be unusual
But it’s a fair price to be an individual
Eclipse
I saw a boy in the street just yesterday
He wore a red hat as he walked and cried
I asked around why he was living this way
The told me that his father had just died
I heard the boy who wore the red hat
He cried revenge out on to me
That I would be doomed where I sat
And that I would pay eternally
I told the by that it’s not my fault
I killed him to keep my death at bay
I had to repel you father’s assault
He should not have lived his life that way
I told my son before I had to go
That I’d be home in no time at all
Now a lonely home, he’ll grow to know
That’ll be my last though before I fall
Now he will cry and walk around town
He’ll say “for my father, they all will pay”
His mother will say, when she sits him down
He should not have lived his life that way”
He wore a red hat as he walked and cried
I asked around why he was living this way
The told me that his father had just died
I heard the boy who wore the red hat
He cried revenge out on to me
That I would be doomed where I sat
And that I would pay eternally
I told the by that it’s not my fault
I killed him to keep my death at bay
I had to repel you father’s assault
He should not have lived his life that way
I told my son before I had to go
That I’d be home in no time at all
Now a lonely home, he’ll grow to know
That’ll be my last though before I fall
Now he will cry and walk around town
He’ll say “for my father, they all will pay”
His mother will say, when she sits him down
He should not have lived his life that way”
The Missing Link
Undeniable. I’ll never forget one thing about you.
Unforgettable. I’ll always relive each day never had
My friends say “you will die lonely.
Your own way will lead you nowhere.”
I would watch him grow; I would love to know if he likes my favorite song.
Would he want to stay? Would he go a way that leads him to ultimate wrong
I’d teach him to fight. Would I teach him so that he will remember long.
Link, I’m so sorry, my son.
I was so mislead by me
You’ll always be the missing Link at sea.
You are the lost, the missed, the only one.
Unforgettable. I’ll always relive each day never had
My friends say “you will die lonely.
Your own way will lead you nowhere.”
I would watch him grow; I would love to know if he likes my favorite song.
Would he want to stay? Would he go a way that leads him to ultimate wrong
I’d teach him to fight. Would I teach him so that he will remember long.
Link, I’m so sorry, my son.
I was so mislead by me
You’ll always be the missing Link at sea.
You are the lost, the missed, the only one.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
ACOG4X32JN8:12
They hear my words
From down wind.
They're here in herds
Yet still they sinned.
Look at my face
Then at yourself.
Is there a resemblance?
Carefully place
Guns on the shelf.
Where’s your benevolence?
You're not a dove,
Despite your tries.
But I see love,
In your sad eyes.
I wanted them to live a life like mine.
A simple life of love;
Of honesty.
But they just consume the bread and wine.
Obsessed with above,
And of me.
From down wind.
They're here in herds
Yet still they sinned.
Look at my face
Then at yourself.
Is there a resemblance?
Carefully place
Guns on the shelf.
Where’s your benevolence?
You're not a dove,
Despite your tries.
But I see love,
In your sad eyes.
I wanted them to live a life like mine.
A simple life of love;
Of honesty.
But they just consume the bread and wine.
Obsessed with above,
And of me.
No Poetic Device
No longer can I mask it all.
It seems a lie, a fake, a cheat.
I can’t talk to you the same.
My word seem unnatural.
I used to say such beautiful things that pleased their ears and calmed their souls.
But now I speak the truth.
How unappealing that must be.
In the world I have crated, I have no need for such things anymore.
I have created a situation which is absent of charming manipulative words.
I enjoy it alone.
What is the painting in the dark corner room?
To discover would waist you time.
What ever it is, it’s covered in dust and has not seen light in ages.
This is not a mistake. Not at all.
Past eyes were unamused, and so am I.
Although I’ve stepped out of the valley of the green class doors,
My desires mirror its reflections.
It seems a lie, a fake, a cheat.
I can’t talk to you the same.
My word seem unnatural.
I used to say such beautiful things that pleased their ears and calmed their souls.
But now I speak the truth.
How unappealing that must be.
In the world I have crated, I have no need for such things anymore.
I have created a situation which is absent of charming manipulative words.
I enjoy it alone.
What is the painting in the dark corner room?
To discover would waist you time.
What ever it is, it’s covered in dust and has not seen light in ages.
This is not a mistake. Not at all.
Past eyes were unamused, and so am I.
Although I’ve stepped out of the valley of the green class doors,
My desires mirror its reflections.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Plain Jane
She was that girl that nobody could see.
She reminded me of you and reminded me of me.
She had only one friend that she could confer.
She was that girl in the halls and no one noticed her.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to see her.
She could never step out from all the noise
And get some attention from the boys,
Because she didn’t look like what they wanted,
Because she wouldn’t flaunt what they flaunted.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to love her.
Then she was all alone when her best friend died.
She had no one else for her to confide.
She loved her friends kids like they were her own,
But out of the spot light and remained unknown.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hear her.
I see her house; it’s expensive and new.
I can see the successes that she did accrue.
But despite her homemade achievement throne,
She gets out of work just to be all alone.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hold her.
She reminded me of you and reminded me of me.
She had only one friend that she could confer.
She was that girl in the halls and no one noticed her.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to see her.
She could never step out from all the noise
And get some attention from the boys,
Because she didn’t look like what they wanted,
Because she wouldn’t flaunt what they flaunted.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to love her.
Then she was all alone when her best friend died.
She had no one else for her to confide.
She loved her friends kids like they were her own,
But out of the spot light and remained unknown.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hear her.
I see her house; it’s expensive and new.
I can see the successes that she did accrue.
But despite her homemade achievement throne,
She gets out of work just to be all alone.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hold her.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Happy Emoticon
I must say that I am so pleased today.
This is a joy that I’ll gladly admit.
Don’t be sad for me in this way.
I’m glad I didn’t ever ruin it.
I got to the end and did not make a mess!
I lived well and felt like a success.
I loved my life in every breath.
I know that I did my very best.
I did the best I could before death.
So what if missed some of the rest?
Let’s celebrate today a job well done
And remember the good times with everyone.
I prioritized and never was late.
I did what I wanted and I never waited.
I got to love and I got to hate.
I’ve been loved and I’ve been hated.
I hope that you say, ‘good job; good game.’
I hope that you and I feel the same.
This is a joy that I’ll gladly admit.
Don’t be sad for me in this way.
I’m glad I didn’t ever ruin it.
I got to the end and did not make a mess!
I lived well and felt like a success.
I loved my life in every breath.
I know that I did my very best.
I did the best I could before death.
So what if missed some of the rest?
Let’s celebrate today a job well done
And remember the good times with everyone.
I prioritized and never was late.
I did what I wanted and I never waited.
I got to love and I got to hate.
I’ve been loved and I’ve been hated.
I hope that you say, ‘good job; good game.’
I hope that you and I feel the same.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
A Penny for Your Silence
They take what’s mine.
Reboot, fix, refine.
Forty-two years old.
Give it a new face.
Ready to be sold.
Embrace the new case.
Revive the past;
Nostalgic contrast.
Show me the sequel.
Give it your best shot.
Results unequal.
Can you create or not?
Recycled art
Fills our shopping cart.
We know that it’s a waste.
Consumers smile and nod.
They know we like the taste.
All that glitters is god.
Reboot, fix, refine.
Forty-two years old.
Give it a new face.
Ready to be sold.
Embrace the new case.
Revive the past;
Nostalgic contrast.
Show me the sequel.
Give it your best shot.
Results unequal.
Can you create or not?
Recycled art
Fills our shopping cart.
We know that it’s a waste.
Consumers smile and nod.
They know we like the taste.
All that glitters is god.
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