Monday, March 29, 2010
Standing Still
Friday, March 26, 2010
Radio Tunes
…Turn the keys
Sit for a while
Look in the mirrors
And try to smile…
The radio tunes out to static
And into my head fades the sound
Of rubber hitting the asphalt
Of a burdening life all around
I know that you’ll never understand
And that’s the reason I keep writing
A ghost of the truth still remains
But most of me is still lying
If they know not what they do
Then that’s the reason they continue
If they know exactly what they do
Then it’s a feeling long overdue
Stay right where you are
And I won’t stray from where I am
Please God just don’t disappear
And let me believe this isn’t a sham
Forgive me because I know you can
Forgive me because I don’t deserve it
Please just let me rest at ease
And let me forget all this bullshit
Please don’t go looking for answers
In the words I write in exhaust
The words you read won’t be mine
And the truth of my mind has been lost
The radio tunes into music
And into my head fades the sound
Of something we can’t comprehend
Of a loss we can feel all around
…Turn the keys
Sit for a while
Look at yourself
And try to smile…
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Temperature
Cold and calculated
And you think you’re at the top
I don’t care who you are!
Where the hell does it stop?
Crush the masses
Before they end up crushing you
Where the hell does it stop?
And what are we supposed to do?
And watch it all with idle eyes?
And what are we supposed to do?
You look to me; I look to you
They move forward without hesitations
You look to me; I look to you
But looking can’t answer questions
And you sit in the middle and stare
I don’t care who you are!
Why not try acting like you care?
Because none of this seems real
Why not try acting like you care?
Or are you all too fake to feel?
And just fall in with the rest?
Or are you all too fake to feel?
Remember: In life we’re merely guests
I’d like to live without hesitation
You look for me; I look for you
But looking can’t answer questions
And you pray one day it breaks
I don’t care who you are!
I’m sick of doing what ever it takes
And tell them all that you want none
I’m sick of doing what ever it takes
I won’t miss you when you’re gone
So that you can no longer bother me
I won’t miss you when you’re gone
Adorable, cute; I’m not free
I move on with some hesitation
I’m tired of just looking at you
But looking can’t answer questions
Friday, March 19, 2010
What We All Thought
“I just want to forget and be done…”
Well listen up sir, you’re not the only one
When what we all thought would never be done
Has turned out to be a new reason to run
“I just don’t want to hear it anymore...”
Well listen up ma’am, you’re not the only one who’s sore
When what we all thought was the end of the war
Has turned out to be an opened window to our closed door
“I just didn’t think it would be like that…”
Well listen up lad, you’re not the only one lying flat
When what we all thought was a disease expat
Has turned out to be native, something new to combat
“I just want it to go back to the way it was…”
Well listen up lass, you’re not the only one missing that applause
When what we all thought was one great, just cause
Has turned out to be a life that we can’t seem to pause
“I just didn’t think it could happen to me…”
Well listen up man, you’re not the only one looking to flea
When what we all thought was a guarantee
Has turned out to be us, buried in debris
“I just didn’t want a good thing to end…”
Well listen up miss, you’re not the only one to fear that friend
When what we all thought was the key to transcend
Has turned out to be a broken heart we can’t mend
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Damage Control
Look it over then close your eyes
We inhale deep
Open them up, try and surmise
No time to weep
Stop and sweep it under the rug
We hide the truth
Smother it up and keep it snug
Conceal, uncouth
Lie, cheat, try and try to succeed
It’s all worth it
Eat the fruit but spit out the seeds
It’s all bullshit
Obscured by clouds, smoke and mirrors
A vain motive
Straighten it out, to avoid tears
So adaptive
Sum it all up then we divide
Life takes its toll
We want just to enjoy the ride
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Forks
“I can’t do this anymore.”
I say as my face hits the floor
Don’t need forks to tell me I’m done
Fought the battle but never won
I stood up to hit my head
I couldn’t remember what was said
Regurgitate upon this desk
And I can’t clean up my mess
It spreads about like ivy
All areas of my life, it chokes me
I spring up towards the sun
But all these problems weigh a ton
I’m stretching but getting nowhere
What’s sad is I no longer care
Could you take me back to when I was young?
When my dreams were not yet unsung?
“I swear it will get better.”
I’d say if I could pull it together
Don’t need forks to tell me I’m done
Tried to race knowing I couldn’t run
Don’t run before you learn to walk
And don’t listen to me because I’m one to talk
I don’t talk well enough to make a difference
I don’t listen well enough for it to make sense
If I could get paid to be me I’d be set
But as far as I know, no one’s created that job yet
I’m waiting for the green grass on the other side
And until then I guess I’m gonna run and hide
I just want to be apart of it
But they won’t let me forget
That my numbers don’t compare to theirs
I stand here while the world gives me blank stares
They can’t answer the questions I don’t know I possess
They just stand there looking down saying clean up your mess
Nobody talks down to me because they physically can’t
So please shut up with your condescending rant
“I can’t do this anymore”
As my face hits the floor
I’ve already stopped before I’ve begun
And I don’t need forks to tell me I’m done
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Miss S
Friday, March 12, 2010
A Moment
She walks by, but drops her book
He picks it up, and gives her a look
Their eyes meet, pleasantries exchanged
And I look on asking: Would it be the same?
If in fact the situation upon me was thrust
Could what happened between those two of happened to us?
A moment sooner and I’d have been there
But instead, I’m here, questioning if life’s fair
She walks in and he holds the door
She says, “After you.” He says, “No, I implore.”
Their eyes meet, and she says, “Give me a call.”
And I look on asking: Would it be identical?
If in fact the situation, upon me, was thrust
Could what happened between those two of happened to us?
A moment sooner and I’d have been there
But instead, I’m here, questioning if life’s fair
She walks by, but then she stops
Abruptly she trips, and begins to drop
Just us, in that moment as I brace her fall
Then she looks up contemplating it all
I look down and our eyes cross
Thrust upon me, it’s finally happened to us.
A moment later and I’d have lost her
But instead, we’re here, standing together
Timing
He said he’d only do it if it got bad enough
But what exactly was meant by “bad enough”?
Would he really let a relative state,
Dictate his life, away from his fate?
But how was he to know in his stalemate
If one fate takes precedence over other fates?
Would he really let the words of man,
Mess with him and with God’s plan?
He questioned destiny and free will
But only when he had time to kill
What if it was truly God’s choice
For him, at this moment, to raise his voice?
To speak so free about matters insignificant
And never allow them to tell him he can’t
He said he’d find a way when the time was right
But when exactly is time ever right?
Would he really stop and examine time’s direction
So he could pick out a time of perfection
Could he even know when the best was there?
And if a better time came would he be impaired?
Would he really let the constraints of man,
Mess with him and with God’s plan?
He questioned destiny and free will
But only when time stood still
He had upon him a guilty conscience
For all the time that he had killed
So under appreciated and now long gone
Luckily, he thought, it goes on and on
He said he’d do it if worse came to worse,
But how exactly does worse get any worse?
Would he really wait amidst the crap,
And judge the future on the past?
And what if it happened that better came to better?
Always looking for worse, would he even care?
Would he really let the decay of man,
Mess with him and with God’s plan?
He questioned destiny and free will
But only when weak, was his will
Because he didn’t know, and neither do you
What it is we are meant to do
But he goes on, knowing he knows nothing
And he can’t wait for something that’s never coming.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Misplaced Attention
If they go up, then I go down
If I go up, they’re not around
I woke up early, but then arrived late
My head’s in quite a messed up state
If you give a smile, you’ll get a smile
Unless you haven’t smiled in awhile
Kiss it goodbye and don’t ask why
The day we understand is the day we die
Take your turn, study and learn
Find a goal for which to yearn
Broken hearts and misplaced darts
And what arrives must soon depart
Again, again, I know, I know
I can only follow where it wants to go
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
A trite cliché always ruins my day
We’re all united but still dividing
We’re always seen but still hiding
What goes up must come down
What walks away must not be found
An ear tuned out will soon go deaf
And spawn a mouth bereft of clef
The social dynamic takes a somber mood
While we deny it isn’t well and good
We all scurry, rush and dart
But what arrives must soon depart
The blink of an eye or so I’ve seen
What is my life supposed to mean?
5 minutes ago I couldn’t sleep
Now dreams of you are all I keep
Set me up, and I’ll fail all on my own
You’ll look at me like I should have known
Watch the present with a glimpse of the past
Stare at the future knowing it won’t last
5 hours ago, I was long gone
But thought I’d continue ‘til I was done
And what arrives will soon depart
Sunday, March 07, 2010
It Could Be Worse
Push down the accelerator but then go in reverse
That’s pretty terrible, but I guess it could be worse
And she comes up in just about every verse
That’s pretty terrible, but I guess it could be worse
Haven’t seen you in awhile, are you mad at me?
Haven’t spoken because you keep asking me
The more you question, the less inclined I’ll be
I’ll appear again when you’re not looking for me
Look down from this curbed elevation
And I see no cause for this violation
This traffic should move without hesitation
But still I’m numb from the sensation
They hack up lungs, but only because they have to
They shell out tons, but only when they need to
They need to now, but only because they can’t do
They lie in graves, because this is what it’s come to
I’ve tasted lust and thought that it was bittersweet
Been up and down above heads and under feet
They act surprised like your company is a treat
But they despise and forget you after you both meet
Shift from neutral to drive, but then go in reverse
That’s pretty terrible, but I guess it could be worse
We say what’s on our minds but it somehow sounds perverse
That’s pretty terrible, but I guess it could be worse
A blueprint so that you don’t have to see red
A hope that you already know what’s in my head
A question of faith, but it’s already been said
A peace of mind, but still no sleep in my bed
They drink it up, but only because they have to
They fill their cups, but only when they need to
They need to now, because they thirst for that brew
They lie in graves, because this is what it’s come to
I’m locked outside, but at least it’s raining
And is that love that you’re feigning?
It’s not that bad, so quit complaining
If worse comes to worse, at least you’re entertaining
You’ve escaped the sinking ship, only to be eaten by the waves
And the love that says it’ll stay is the love that truly saves
You’ve managed not to drown, but you’re what the shark craves
And the day that I forget you, is the day we’re in our graves
Push down the brake but then you fly right off the track
That’s pretty terrible, but you know that you’ll be right back
And she comes up because she won’t come back
That’s pretty terrible, but it’s not quite fading to black