No Matter The Trash Talk

pushing down all the junk in my head

the piles of voices in lunatic style

no matter my years of packing it down

if poured on the streets it back up traffic for miles

no natter how hard i push pieces in, darkness still seeps out

denial fumes of sappross force me to push people away

for if they got close enough to see the vile inside

every single relationship would fray

the hiding began with each brick of my wall

growing so much that i walked into it a time or two

but in doing so the bags that make up my barriers

are smelling of egos too

the junk that clutters

can no longer be forced down

the time has come to kick it to the curb

so that my old self is no longer around

Cotton Candy Coversations

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.

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

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.

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.

Copyright 2007

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.

Copyright 2007