Wordplay

Strive for productive innocence
But in a sense I'm so unproductive
Your wait may feel immense
But that's no reason to be destructive
It may be the general consensus
To generally con the senses
Your past forgot your future
And now your present tenses


Wordplay for the worst
While the worst throw up their words
Listening to the mutes
While the deaf tell what they've heard


You may have the sense to be common
But you still lack common sense
Adequately in constant offense
Is your inadequate defense
At best you'll be accepted
At worst you'll find rejection
Attentive to their wants,
But only when they want to give you attention


Wordplay for the best
While the best hold their tongues
Regressing to progression
As our old selves search for our young ones


It's no secret that we're secretive
But we're all trying to hide in the sun
It's no wonder that you're wonderful
But I'm not fully convinced you're the one
I say I'm looking for innocence
But in a sense I'm still looking for what to say
And I'll keep playing with these words
If these words just want to play


Wordplay for the worst
While at worst they'll ignore my words
Listening to the mutes
While the deaf tell me what they've heard

Valentine

Pen to paper; only to realize I hate her

Word to voice; but I don’t do it by choice

I confess I write best when I’m good and depressed

And I’d be blessed to have that beautiful mess

Words that others would call conversation

Leave my heartbeat with no chance of cessation

Sit there and say those words we long to hear

Sit here staring blind wishing you would soon appear

Ambition coerces those trapped by unknown forces

But doesn’t provide the motivation to run down those wild horses

Feelings of regret, of which you can bet

Will leave you clutching losing tickets in a cold sweat

A love of drugs that keeps the drugs lovin’ you

A want for release that you now can’t undo

Just a bunch of puppies that wanna fuck like rabbits

Why not kick it while we can? Since we can’t kick the habit

A length of leg and miles of style

But God forbid she ever stop and smile

Attack with the rack and then leave you behind

She’s fasting forward while they all wish they could rewind

People watching loses its sex appeal

And we start longing for someone to feel

I may be paranoid, but not an android

Just another piner trying to fill that minor void

Get up from a day just like any other day

To leave us ogling your sway, sauntering away

And no one even has to out rightly say

That given the chance they’d sure as hell play

A quick check of the shoes will tell you what you stand to lose

But you’ll still choose the one with issues

Drama’s the true spice of life

And your desire for it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife

So back to a night absent of your sight

Back to a fight that just isn’t quite right

Back to a day, for which we all prayed

Would lead to a night that would never fade

For the love of blond! I just want a brunette!

Red headed to a mess that I won’t soon forget

Color me lusting, for that damn pollution

But I’m out of ideas; so what’s your solution?

Pen to paper; only to realize I love her

Word to voice; and I’m doing it by choice

I confess I wrote this knowing not what to say

Here’s to the one still getting away, happy Valentines Day

Delusional Music

One of these days I’ll listen away

Listlessly wade through the passing days

Clear some room and please make way

As I fall completely into dismay

One of these days the music will take me

Draw me in loudly; then quietly break me

Deafen me softly and swiftly unmake me

All while repeating its chorus so sweetly

One of these days I’ll disappear into sound

Lost in a time with no beat to be found

Drifting away, never coming back to ground

Change my signature in a bar where I’m no longer around

One of these days the tempo will flow

Dance with me madly; and never let go

Pick up speed and then leave me in the throes

Of something far beyond allegrissimo

One of these days I’ll never return

I’ll listen myself away and maybe I’ll learn

That the music of this world isn’t mine to discern

The track’s stuck on repeat until we’re all ready to adjourn…

So why...?

So why…? So why…?

You can’t expect things to work out

And then not work to work them out

Your logic is illogical
And we both know you’re acting out

A mild dose of thievery

And you can’t tell yourself: “It’s me…”

You can’t hit the bottle and clearly see

You can’t just sit and expect pity

You can’t smoke until you’re surrounded in haze

You can’t sit on the floor while it eats your gaze

You can’t walk around aimlessly for the rest of your days

And you sure as hell can’t go on living this way

So why…? So why…?
Can’t you pick yourself up?!?

Hate them all first before they get a chance to love…

You can’t expect them to come back again

When you subject them to this pain

You can’t calm yourself by taking it out on them

Your logic is illogical, time and again

You can’t expect them to know how you feel

You can’t keep hoping it isn’t real

You can’t bargain your way out, can’t make a deal

And you sure as hell can’t keep thinking your fate is sealed

You can’t keep getting down when things don’t go your way

You can’t keep thinking she’ll stumble upon you one day

You can’t worry about what your may or may not say

And seriously stop longing for better days

So why…? So why…?

Can’t you can’t stop hiding your heart

Why can’t you stop thinking things will fall apart?

You can’t torment the people you call friends

You can’t use them as a means to an end

You can’t break relationships because you’re too stubborn too mend

You can’t hurt when hearing “Let’s just be friends…”

You can’t continue to mull and write

You can’t expect that to make things right

You can’t expect them to see from your line of sight

When what you keep showing them is dark as night

So why…? So why…?

Can’t you see this wasn’t the man you set out to be?

So when exactly will you find “me”…?