I sit here with just minutes to go till midnight,
Another year gone.
With all the words I've used and missused
I've recycled more then none.
They were words just spinning like sugar in a bowl,
No substance, no real nutrients.
With no fault of my own, I did try to serve more meat
I believe that is was the guest at the table who seem more like mutants.
These sugary words would make my dentist angery
As my teeth stood no chance.
Making them sensitive as it rips off enamal
But I'm brushing more improve my romance.
So enjoy your cereal, ice cream and candy bar,
I have no room for them on my plate.
My days of surface scratching left more down my back
Not to mention the blade you misused while you ate.
So here I am with only seconds to go,
6...5...4...
Time to step away from these cotton candy conversations
3...2...there's the door.
The 12th Man
The louder you get
The more I'm inspired.
I'm rallied for battle to win
with the weight I perspire.
No matter what I see
You always see what I don't believe.
Sometimes becoming a distraction to my opponents
so my hard work gets well recieved.
I push harder as the 4th quarter approaches
while you surround me on benches and bleachers
breath I grasp, tackles I aim, aim to win
this game, that is my life, has you as the best features.
The more I'm inspired.
I'm rallied for battle to win
with the weight I perspire.
No matter what I see
You always see what I don't believe.
Sometimes becoming a distraction to my opponents
so my hard work gets well recieved.
I push harder as the 4th quarter approaches
while you surround me on benches and bleachers
breath I grasp, tackles I aim, aim to win
this game, that is my life, has you as the best features.
Character Vs. Actor
If you tilt your head in pity at me
I might have to punch you in the face.
I'm not saying this out of anger at all
it's my final resort to and only way to snap you into place.
I believe you were amazed for the things you did
that could have kept me from such danger.
Not once did I tilt my head showing pity for you
we're both human and fell victim to this caper.
I'm amazed at the little amounts of grace and forgiveness
we use the words but can't seem to practice
at what point do you finally use all that book knowledge
It seems like more of a degree in drama since you're such a good actress.
I wonder who learned the most in all of this chaous
where was it applied between the screams, prayers and drama.
Let me relieve you of your concern for me as I hope you reflect
seeing an image that can only be loved by your mama.
The cliché's and analogies have all been used at nauseam,
The shades have been removed to reveal your poker face,
I hope for a world that can final build bridges instead of walls
Where the past replaces harmony with one erase.
Copyright 2007
I might have to punch you in the face.
I'm not saying this out of anger at all
it's my final resort to and only way to snap you into place.
I believe you were amazed for the things you did
that could have kept me from such danger.
Not once did I tilt my head showing pity for you
we're both human and fell victim to this caper.
I'm amazed at the little amounts of grace and forgiveness
we use the words but can't seem to practice
at what point do you finally use all that book knowledge
It seems like more of a degree in drama since you're such a good actress.
I wonder who learned the most in all of this chaous
where was it applied between the screams, prayers and drama.
Let me relieve you of your concern for me as I hope you reflect
seeing an image that can only be loved by your mama.
The cliché's and analogies have all been used at nauseam,
The shades have been removed to reveal your poker face,
I hope for a world that can final build bridges instead of walls
Where the past replaces harmony with one erase.
Copyright 2007
Do You See What I See?
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
just words seems to simple
full of compliments and love song limericks
so you see what I see that's blissful.
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
maybe show you off and take you out of the town
would be no different then an art display
where people gather in shock and awe that I get to have you around.
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
describing your eyes, your hair or the way your dress
I'd be like your mirror and you may not believe
but when you're on my arm, I look like a mess.
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
this question I must resolve
as I dedicate my life and time
to invest more into you so my love will evolve.
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just words seems to simple
full of compliments and love song limericks
so you see what I see that's blissful.
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
maybe show you off and take you out of the town
would be no different then an art display
where people gather in shock and awe that I get to have you around.
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
describing your eyes, your hair or the way your dress
I'd be like your mirror and you may not believe
but when you're on my arm, I look like a mess.
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
this question I must resolve
as I dedicate my life and time
to invest more into you so my love will evolve.
copyright 2007
love's glutton
I'm finding that I have to write these words
as if the ink is pumping from my heart.
No matter the color, I bleed words of love
almost writing itself like a composition from Mozart.
no need for completion since we're not a puzzle
i truly want to feast on your love
it looks like gluttony from a distance
away from the table I can't seem to shove.
every part of you compliments the meal
i can't just eat from one side of the plate.
why share, it's a meal created for me alone
and I'm taking to it like fish to bait.
my fingers are lickin
or should i say I'm licking yours.
these words will never grow a chill
as your love now sweats out my pores.
i love how your love flavors the inside of my mouth
i'm finally noticing how juicy and wet.
this isn't a love to eat with untincils
so now to the table I set.
i'll never miss this meal,
it's the one i can have and not gain a pound.
tryin to feast on it a little each day
knowing there's enough to stay around.
as your smell drifts in and out of my mind
i find no reason not to feast on you.
i can only hope, only dream that mine is as much of a craving
that our flavors blend true.
the same meal may seem boring to others.
somedays it's spicy, somedays it's mild.
it's a meal they've obviously never had
cause if they did, they're own plateful would make them go wild.
like any meal, it accents my moods
the bad ones a killjoy even with the best intentions.
then there's yours that cures my blues
and allows room for my passions.
so as i start to run out ink
it must mean my heart is poured out.
only now i have a menu before me
and I'm waiter and get me some without no doubt.
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as if the ink is pumping from my heart.
No matter the color, I bleed words of love
almost writing itself like a composition from Mozart.
no need for completion since we're not a puzzle
i truly want to feast on your love
it looks like gluttony from a distance
away from the table I can't seem to shove.
every part of you compliments the meal
i can't just eat from one side of the plate.
why share, it's a meal created for me alone
and I'm taking to it like fish to bait.
my fingers are lickin
or should i say I'm licking yours.
these words will never grow a chill
as your love now sweats out my pores.
i love how your love flavors the inside of my mouth
i'm finally noticing how juicy and wet.
this isn't a love to eat with untincils
so now to the table I set.
i'll never miss this meal,
it's the one i can have and not gain a pound.
tryin to feast on it a little each day
knowing there's enough to stay around.
as your smell drifts in and out of my mind
i find no reason not to feast on you.
i can only hope, only dream that mine is as much of a craving
that our flavors blend true.
the same meal may seem boring to others.
somedays it's spicy, somedays it's mild.
it's a meal they've obviously never had
cause if they did, they're own plateful would make them go wild.
like any meal, it accents my moods
the bad ones a killjoy even with the best intentions.
then there's yours that cures my blues
and allows room for my passions.
so as i start to run out ink
it must mean my heart is poured out.
only now i have a menu before me
and I'm waiter and get me some without no doubt.
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the devil's sway
i will no longer follow in your diva ways
you dance the dance with two left feet.
hoping with enough flare
no one will be drawn to 'man behind the current'
which is masking your defeat.
that dance has been so exaggerated
that you are unaware that the music has stopped
and everyone around you sees your smoke and mirrors
that started way back when your cherry popped.
as you sit at the terminal that is your life,
each passenger files on and off the plane you treat like a buffet.
and you coat them with a condement of choice.
if only they board quickly they avoid might your dance of cha-chas, tangos and sways.
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you dance the dance with two left feet.
hoping with enough flare
no one will be drawn to 'man behind the current'
which is masking your defeat.
that dance has been so exaggerated
that you are unaware that the music has stopped
and everyone around you sees your smoke and mirrors
that started way back when your cherry popped.
as you sit at the terminal that is your life,
each passenger files on and off the plane you treat like a buffet.
and you coat them with a condement of choice.
if only they board quickly they avoid might your dance of cha-chas, tangos and sways.
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fake cake
sometimes I blame you,
you made expections assuming everyone would play.
you may have them fooled,
but I'm not wasting another day.
these expectations of how I'm suppose to conform
is burning my brain
"act like this", "wear that", "you have responsibilities, don't follow that passion",
it's pushin me closer to a level
that's a constant, daily drain.
it's sad watchin you run in this labyrinth.
i think you're suppose to wait 30 minutes before divin in.
you've ran it so long you can't see the misery behind you
but as long as life looks good on the outside
you'll always be blinded by your sin.
Copyright 2007
you made expections assuming everyone would play.
you may have them fooled,
but I'm not wasting another day.
these expectations of how I'm suppose to conform
is burning my brain
"act like this", "wear that", "you have responsibilities, don't follow that passion",
it's pushin me closer to a level
that's a constant, daily drain.
it's sad watchin you run in this labyrinth.
i think you're suppose to wait 30 minutes before divin in.
you've ran it so long you can't see the misery behind you
but as long as life looks good on the outside
you'll always be blinded by your sin.
Copyright 2007
the blanket
i start with my needle sharply pointed like so,
stringing together my life moments full of pleasure and woe.
i take one and tie it to the next yardage
to create a comfort zone light enough to handle my baggage.
with the right colors that represent passions and lovers,
will bring beauty enough to deflect my bruises from others.
the dark ones which I still find soft to the touch
from years of breathing in the bottled fumes was way too much.
the thickness warms me as if i'm in my mother's arms,
to pull it back or leave these holes will only cause more harms.
carefully I check the seams that hold it together
the seams that seem with time and age simply got stronger.
i hope one day i can pass it along,
it's gorgeous from love and my lessons from wrong.
so it goes on protecting all that is surrounds,
this heirloom i leave to wart off life's bloodhounds.
now that it's done with one side smooth and the other one rough.
it finally represents how lifesides deal with our stuff.
the ligher side laughs as it rolls off our back,
while the darker side screams and cries loud enough to make the walls crack.
only i can still remember the location of the bruise,
i somehow took joy that I'm better and my enemies lose.
cause I imagine their lifetime without a blanket this rare,
feels more lonely than any other nightmare.
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stringing together my life moments full of pleasure and woe.
i take one and tie it to the next yardage
to create a comfort zone light enough to handle my baggage.
with the right colors that represent passions and lovers,
will bring beauty enough to deflect my bruises from others.
the dark ones which I still find soft to the touch
from years of breathing in the bottled fumes was way too much.
the thickness warms me as if i'm in my mother's arms,
to pull it back or leave these holes will only cause more harms.
carefully I check the seams that hold it together
the seams that seem with time and age simply got stronger.
i hope one day i can pass it along,
it's gorgeous from love and my lessons from wrong.
so it goes on protecting all that is surrounds,
this heirloom i leave to wart off life's bloodhounds.
now that it's done with one side smooth and the other one rough.
it finally represents how lifesides deal with our stuff.
the ligher side laughs as it rolls off our back,
while the darker side screams and cries loud enough to make the walls crack.
only i can still remember the location of the bruise,
i somehow took joy that I'm better and my enemies lose.
cause I imagine their lifetime without a blanket this rare,
feels more lonely than any other nightmare.
copyright 2007
Commotion
It's hard to find the Superman inside
When I'm too busy flying around.
The weaknesses and nemesis finally have a source
So I'm keeping them at bay from the love that I found.
I've been watching these vilians
thinking that some where truly my friends.
Only to look over at you
wearing them like a fashion trend.
So it's baby steps that move me forward
to this new life I have now married.
no thanks to you for supplying the matches
that burned bridges where my steps once carried.
Copyright 2007
When I'm too busy flying around.
The weaknesses and nemesis finally have a source
So I'm keeping them at bay from the love that I found.
I've been watching these vilians
thinking that some where truly my friends.
Only to look over at you
wearing them like a fashion trend.
So it's baby steps that move me forward
to this new life I have now married.
no thanks to you for supplying the matches
that burned bridges where my steps once carried.
Copyright 2007
What It Must Be Like
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
looking around to see what people's perception must be.
fear paralizing
knowing that acceptance by the masses never comes free.
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
finding comfort and contentment in relationships that were never real.
since you found that hatred has no nourishment,
can true love be enough of a meal?
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
to think that out of sight, out of mind really works.
your loneliness is just grasping
only to find favor from all these jerks.
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
just hoping to get back to the road you once traveled.
blind spots, pot holes and stop signs are a henderance
but not enough to still have heads being bobbled.
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
as you long for a daily party in your honor.
but be warned about those streamers and cake at the celebration,
they are there for your hanging and holes that need plaster.
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
giving everyone an emotional blow job just to seek acceptance
but when will you realize that taste in your mouth
only changes when you find your face stuffed with repentence.
Copyright 2007
looking around to see what people's perception must be.
fear paralizing
knowing that acceptance by the masses never comes free.
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
finding comfort and contentment in relationships that were never real.
since you found that hatred has no nourishment,
can true love be enough of a meal?
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
to think that out of sight, out of mind really works.
your loneliness is just grasping
only to find favor from all these jerks.
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
just hoping to get back to the road you once traveled.
blind spots, pot holes and stop signs are a henderance
but not enough to still have heads being bobbled.
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
as you long for a daily party in your honor.
but be warned about those streamers and cake at the celebration,
they are there for your hanging and holes that need plaster.
i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
giving everyone an emotional blow job just to seek acceptance
but when will you realize that taste in your mouth
only changes when you find your face stuffed with repentence.
Copyright 2007
Thrive
No one likes to hurt!
We never want to go back to a pain we once felt!
We try to undo the wrongs
In hopes that the scars might melt!
I say bring IT ON!
Not saying I want to live in misery,
My moments of pain draw my focus and inspiration.
That's why songs about pain sell much better then those that are happy.
In the ratio of our lives, what portion is pain?
What is happy or content?
God knows you can be content and not feel happy.
But in that muck We have friends He as sent.
It's seems worth it to go thru those bad times
so you are reminded who loves you and just how much.
You could choose to put that pain into something creative.
Instead of days filled with screams, yells and punch.
You know you wanna make others feel as bad as you,
it's not the right way to harness that energy.
The biggest joy out of pain is looking at what creative things you pulled out of yourself
With less demolition that leaves nothing but debris.
So embrace your pain!
Convert it into something amazing, full of love,
So you can put out the welcome mat
For an old friend out to show you what you are made of.
Copyright 2007
my heart has expired
my heart has expired
not due to death
not due to disease but guilt
but death seemed easier
then the expiration I've felt
it's like meat that expires
the smell lingers
the taste too
can't seem to get it off my fingers
even the cost i saved when i bought it
i knew deals couldn't be as good as they seem
never compares to what I felt as I renched it
no more bargains
bargains only settle for saving I required
more for my heart
that has now expired
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not due to death
not due to disease but guilt
but death seemed easier
then the expiration I've felt
it's like meat that expires
the smell lingers
the taste too
can't seem to get it off my fingers
even the cost i saved when i bought it
i knew deals couldn't be as good as they seem
never compares to what I felt as I renched it
no more bargains
bargains only settle for saving I required
more for my heart
that has now expired
copyright 2007
highway
life will no longer slip through my fingers
my passion and love was ripped away
as time has healed
the emotions that lingers
ideas race
love hightening
at passion's pace
in a life full of contending
the grass isn't greener
it's thicker and meaner
i've now been to the bottom and back
with a snapshot of satan eating my life like a snack
this is my exit
i must get off and stop
using momentum to hurl
my bottom back to the top
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my passion and love was ripped away
as time has healed
the emotions that lingers
ideas race
love hightening
at passion's pace
in a life full of contending
the grass isn't greener
it's thicker and meaner
i've now been to the bottom and back
with a snapshot of satan eating my life like a snack
this is my exit
i must get off and stop
using momentum to hurl
my bottom back to the top
copyright 2007
if you were a melody
if you were a melody
it wouldn't be the kind that's teeth rotting sweet
due to your life long before you and I would meet,
it'd be the one that's driven by passion and scars
your sounds of blues, rhythm and soul helps others know where they are.
if you were a melody
people would listen and be off on a journey
it's a been-there-done-that which I can't sing very bouncy
to far away places that seem familiar to them
you're a melody for the devoted, longing for life to ceasing dim.
your notes
your tone
not all in perfect pitch
your flow
your composition
needs you to scratch an itch.
if you were a melody
i could sit and listen all day
after years of looking the other way
it's now the one I would wear out
your tune is what i can't live without.
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it wouldn't be the kind that's teeth rotting sweet
due to your life long before you and I would meet,
it'd be the one that's driven by passion and scars
your sounds of blues, rhythm and soul helps others know where they are.
if you were a melody
people would listen and be off on a journey
it's a been-there-done-that which I can't sing very bouncy
to far away places that seem familiar to them
you're a melody for the devoted, longing for life to ceasing dim.
your notes
your tone
not all in perfect pitch
your flow
your composition
needs you to scratch an itch.
if you were a melody
i could sit and listen all day
after years of looking the other way
it's now the one I would wear out
your tune is what i can't live without.
copyright 2007
The Show
what chemistry we had
that turned out bad
we knew thoughts the other was thinkin
before and after that we didn't have to mention
i'd be lying to say i don't miss it
and lying...well i no longer do that shit
from hand signals to glances
if only we could get one of those second chances
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that turned out bad
we knew thoughts the other was thinkin
before and after that we didn't have to mention
i'd be lying to say i don't miss it
and lying...well i no longer do that shit
from hand signals to glances
if only we could get one of those second chances
copyright 2007
missin, kissin ,dissin
since the day you left i've tried to get over you
it became harder with each attempt
i found myself full of envy just at the thought of consuming your time
it's now just my heart settling from the way you left...abrupt!
i felt left holding the bag
it was filled with everything i wanted to give you
i finally put that bag away because I know you won't be back
and I can't give that to another, who knew?
it hurts to know a collection of love is just sitting there unused
the sights and sounds
every freakin one around
reminds me of our time
so that bag will remain sealed...what a crime!
copyright 2007
it became harder with each attempt
i found myself full of envy just at the thought of consuming your time
it's now just my heart settling from the way you left...abrupt!
i felt left holding the bag
it was filled with everything i wanted to give you
i finally put that bag away because I know you won't be back
and I can't give that to another, who knew?
it hurts to know a collection of love is just sitting there unused
the sights and sounds
every freakin one around
reminds me of our time
so that bag will remain sealed...what a crime!
copyright 2007
Shiver
i shiver at thoughts of what i did to your heart
i shiver when i think of the love you gave
i shiver at the cold i feel each night that we're apart
i shiver to know that i'll never cradle you all on how i behaved
i shiver when i hear our song
i shiver because i was wrong
i shiver to know you're always with me
i shiver when i realzie we could never be
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i shiver when i think of the love you gave
i shiver at the cold i feel each night that we're apart
i shiver to know that i'll never cradle you all on how i behaved
i shiver when i hear our song
i shiver because i was wrong
i shiver to know you're always with me
i shiver when i realzie we could never be
copyright 2007
The Text
it all started when i hit send
now the regret won't seem to end
it's not even really regret
just more like I lost a bet
i place my wager for less then 15 cents
and now my hurts feels like I fail of a fence
it was things like "miss you", "love you" and "call me"
until hundreds of dollars later I could see
those cute little abbreviations
that lead to more then simple masterbation
have my head and heart fighting constantly
all due to some text i used inappropirately
copyright 2007
now the regret won't seem to end
it's not even really regret
just more like I lost a bet
i place my wager for less then 15 cents
and now my hurts feels like I fail of a fence
it was things like "miss you", "love you" and "call me"
until hundreds of dollars later I could see
those cute little abbreviations
that lead to more then simple masterbation
have my head and heart fighting constantly
all due to some text i used inappropirately
copyright 2007
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