Knowing you is knowing me,
Pain creeps in and won't let me be.
The lose I live still follows blind,
thought it would lose itself behind.
The rock I kick crumbles,
time is hard to pass when all the world grumbles.
Firetrucks yell clear as a bell from my bed.
Life is hell because I fell in my head.
Knee's are bleeding but not from pleading.
Laugh off what I lost. I don't say what I let loose.
Self-inflicted for little use.
Close my eyes tight,
see you lying naked in the light.
Knowing you, my memories have won,
dream of yesterday 'til tomorrow's sun.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Oblivious
Oblivious brother bouncing door to door,
Preaching, traveling shore to shore,
Condemning man along the way,
You filter hate with what you say,
Guilting young and robbing old
of all those things you'll never hold.
You wash your food with ignorance
and eat with little substance.
It's safe to blame the strange,
But in the end, estrange.
These people you fight,
the evil you "conquer",
is your neighbor in light,
and leaving you gaunter.
You waste away with weight,
always feeling urged.
The seeds you sow, are hate,
needing to be purged.
Preaching, traveling shore to shore,
Condemning man along the way,
You filter hate with what you say,
Guilting young and robbing old
of all those things you'll never hold.
You wash your food with ignorance
and eat with little substance.
It's safe to blame the strange,
But in the end, estrange.
These people you fight,
the evil you "conquer",
is your neighbor in light,
and leaving you gaunter.
You waste away with weight,
always feeling urged.
The seeds you sow, are hate,
needing to be purged.
Friday, May 27, 2011
State of Mind
Tennessee, I've been quiet for so long. My words have been short and my thoughts have been fervent.
I know you'll listen, I just don't have the words to share. I hope you see the joy you bring. I hope you seek that same. Don't settle for less and don't worry about the mess.
Illinois, keep steady. You're on the right track. Keep close friends and rarely will you lack. Remember that cities can swallow people whole. Stress inevitably takes its' toll. Priorities are the golden rule and it's always ok to request a stool. Standing's fine but eventually you'll redline.
Texas, be kind. You're unforgettable but not always for the characters you want. Be honest, to yourself and others. Each day is a blessing, each relationship, a gift. Glass shatters frequently on long trips. Bubble rap helps. It's ok to find your bubble rap. Use it, don't abuse it. All walls fall. Don't build yours too tall. The best craftsmen have calluses and happiness isn't measured by ounces.
I know you'll listen, I just don't have the words to share. I hope you see the joy you bring. I hope you seek that same. Don't settle for less and don't worry about the mess.
Illinois, keep steady. You're on the right track. Keep close friends and rarely will you lack. Remember that cities can swallow people whole. Stress inevitably takes its' toll. Priorities are the golden rule and it's always ok to request a stool. Standing's fine but eventually you'll redline.
Texas, be kind. You're unforgettable but not always for the characters you want. Be honest, to yourself and others. Each day is a blessing, each relationship, a gift. Glass shatters frequently on long trips. Bubble rap helps. It's ok to find your bubble rap. Use it, don't abuse it. All walls fall. Don't build yours too tall. The best craftsmen have calluses and happiness isn't measured by ounces.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Release
My brain is fried from all those lies.
I'm overwhelmed with ache and grief,
my shoes no longer fit my feet.
I'm aging fast and growing small,
my dreams get far and start to fall.
I lose my views from crowds around,
people saying I'm hell-bound.
But all I do is sit and stare,
listen in on all their prayers.
I piece together my odd hands,
play and gamble until I'm a man.
I laugh a lot to ease my pain
and cry a lot when love's to blame.
My life's my own and I'm content.
God only knows my true intent.
I'm overwhelmed with ache and grief,
my shoes no longer fit my feet.
I'm aging fast and growing small,
my dreams get far and start to fall.
I lose my views from crowds around,
people saying I'm hell-bound.
But all I do is sit and stare,
listen in on all their prayers.
I piece together my odd hands,
play and gamble until I'm a man.
I laugh a lot to ease my pain
and cry a lot when love's to blame.
My life's my own and I'm content.
God only knows my true intent.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
50 Reasons Why I'm A Catch
1. I am friendly.
2. I clean without being asked.
3. I'm naturally warm blooded (like a space heater).
4. I don't get migraines.
5. I know how to say the alphabet backwards, slowly.
6. I can believe it's not butter.
7. I hate Nickleback.
8. I know how to make fire.
9. I have battle scars.
10. My palms get sweaty when I get nervous.
11. My favorite movie is Stranger than Fiction.
12. I'm not good at first shooter video games.
13. I know how many megabytes are in a gigabyte.
14. My favorite color is green because of my 1st grade crush.
15. The U.S. economy doesn't stress me out.
16. I can fix your stubbed toe.
17. I enjoy cooking.
18. I know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie-pop.
19. I've never seen High School Musical.
20. I'm not a good lier.
21. I sing in the shower.
22. I like to spoon.
23. I've never lost at Monopoly.
24. I can relate.
25. I can fix it.
26. ...because you're worth it.
27. I'm Irish... yet sensitive.
28. I can always ring the carnival bell.
29. I won't donkey punch you.
30. I'm not on Megan's List.
31. I'm not the deadliest catch, but I'm pretty witty.
33. I can run a marathon.
34. I don't get motion sickness.
35. I live in the state of Chuck Norris (literally).
36. I dream in color.
37. I've never won at Hungry Hungry Hippo.
38. I will never "let you win" at Hungry Hungry Hippo.
39. I'll half stand every time you leave the table.
40. I always walk closest to the road.
41. My shoulder is more absorbent than a tissue.
42. I was born with a hand like Spiderman.
43. I know ballet.
44. I will be your tiny dancer.
45. I built a house.
46. I'm a brick house.
47. I've eaten green eggs and ham... and liked it.
48. I avoid getting caught in the rain but would cherish it with you.
49. I don't like pneumonia.
50. I'm single.
Monday, January 31, 2011
The Art of Seduction
Lately I've been staying up late watching foreign films, most of them French, and I mentioned one of them to a friend of mine. It's about a young man who has trouble discerning dreams from reality. This man is trying to win the heart of a young woman who lives in the adjacent apartment from him. A man at his work keeps giving him chauvinistic advise to stop being a chicken and just sleep with her. He uses the word "seduce" a few times in the film. I was explaining to my friend how it was slightly difficult to understand which parts of the film were meant to be strange and which parts were odd because of the difference in culture.
A few days later that same friend and I went to the movie theatre. We watched a "psyochosexual thriller" that's portrayed in a very artsy way. One of the main male characters (whom I think was suppose to be French) "seduces" the lead actress, but honestly, it looked more forced than captivating.
After the movie, we talked about how the movie portrayed seduction and my friend asked if that's what I though seduction was. Since I told him about that French film, and since he thought French people were suppose to be the romantic ones, he wondered if seduction actually looked closer to the movie... closer to rape.
Seduction is power without force, confidence without arrogance, and trepidation without fear. I told him that I thought the movies had it all wrong. "Yes," I thought, "seduction is all these things... but not forced."
What do I know though, I'm not French.
A few days later that same friend and I went to the movie theatre. We watched a "psyochosexual thriller" that's portrayed in a very artsy way. One of the main male characters (whom I think was suppose to be French) "seduces" the lead actress, but honestly, it looked more forced than captivating.
After the movie, we talked about how the movie portrayed seduction and my friend asked if that's what I though seduction was. Since I told him about that French film, and since he thought French people were suppose to be the romantic ones, he wondered if seduction actually looked closer to the movie... closer to rape.
Seduction is power without force, confidence without arrogance, and trepidation without fear. I told him that I thought the movies had it all wrong. "Yes," I thought, "seduction is all these things... but not forced."
What do I know though, I'm not French.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Modern Day Dilemma
Time moves on quicker and bogs memories as the fog gets thicker. The constant motion of life and changing plight keeps me on my toes. No one knows what tomorrows bring or when or if our fortune bell will ring. Covers come off in the morning and no day's wasted on the chronic man. I spend a life span working on my ironic plan; work all day to rest and play.
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