Do we obtain things or do things obtain us?
Is our want and need all in
the name of that lonesome
power they call greed?
We want, want, want and possibly
want some more.
We are in a constant battle, a constant war-
in a dyer need to always succeed.
Ah, but what is success?
Surely it can't be and overload of cars, money and sex.
In which we have quite the excess,
yet you'd only whisper to confess.
Can you name the richest man in the cemetary,
and what about all his things?
Was his coffin big enough-
for them to be buried?
Our idea of success needs some rearranging,
a tune up and some soul engaging.
A clear slate to start brand new, but I can tell you this-
you'll never know true success until you decide whats
important to you.
Is it happiness that always tends to fall through,
that comes from living and breathing, for only you.
Or were you able to catch your purpose on fire,
and burn brightly within its flame.
I'd rather be remembered for all my good deeds,
for it is within these tiny tresures
you'll find your path to succeed.
Do we obtain things or do things obtain us?
Is our want and need all in
the name of that lonesome
power they call greed?
We want, want, want and possibly
want some more.
We are in a constant battle, a constant war-
in a dyer need to always succeed.
Ah, but what is success?
Surely it can't be and overload of cars, money and sex.
In which we have quite the excess,
yet you'd only whisper to confess.
Can you name the richest man in the cemetary,
and what about all his things?
Was his coffin big enough-
for them to be buried?
Our idea of success needs some rearranging,
a tune up and some soul engaging.
A clear slate to start brand new, but I can tell you this-
you'll never know true success until you decide whats
important to you.
Is it happiness that always tends to fall through,
that comes from living and breathing, for only you.
Or were you able to catch your purpose on fire,
and burn brightly within its flame.
I'd rather be remembered for all my good deeds,
for it is within these tiny tresures
you'll find your path to succeed.
Between me and the moon,
I've got a story to tell
but the only hands I can lay it
in is someone I know well.
With the cool thin air,
a chill runs down my spine
the distance seems far
but we're closely divine.
Alone, but together.
Together and apart,
I start to understand this light that has
learned to shine so brightly in the dark.
Cause tonight I'll lay my head down
a few tears might escape my eyes
but between me and the moon and these midnight cries,
I know I'll be okay with the sunrise.
And when I step outside to another cool night,
I'll know there's no reason to run and hide,
cause its me and the moon,
and she's on my side.
I fumble around in the darkness
to my knees I fall
if only I had a candle or a tiny spark-
But something tells me I've lost it all.
I did as I was told I played my part,
but when it was all said and done
why is it that my lonely heart
is still beating, but it's fallen apart.
I did what I wanted
said what I could,
Undeniably I was left misunderstood.
My knees tremble at the thought of standing alone
but alone is where I've been-
alone is my home.
I fear of the doubt that's filled my mind,
I should turn back but countless times,
I've circled around and reached my hand out for you.
Tumbled in your absence I fell to the ground,
to open my eyes and be lost instead of found.
So you keep chasing her,
and I'll keep chasing you.
It's a vicious cycle of whose chasing who.
Countless times I've told myself-
"you've got to be through"
It must be in my DNA, that I don't mind being used.
My touch has grown colder,
I have a short fuse.
It's my turn to play the game, so let's untangle what's confused.
I needed you for all the wrong reasons too, love isn't about needing its about giving and receiving.
You took then I took and we ended up both leaving.
That's what happens with love and scheming, when both hearts are bleeding- Neither will ever notice their brand new wounds, cause they spend all their time fleeting.
-Despite the times I've tried to forget I'm reminded with every man I've yet met.-
I hate that when he comes along, I won't know what's here, no, not till he's gone.
I hate that when he finally walks in my heart has been too bent its crooked and broken.
I hate that when I hear that first hello, the choice is mine but still I’ll go.
I hate that I won't let him close to me, to give someome that kind of power is bound to leave you empty.
I hate that I feel so blind, as if what I am searching for I never can find.
I hate that when he finally comes along,
all I'll see is you-
and remind myself that this thing called love,
it's just something I can't put myself through.
And I'm left reminded, that the damage you did can't be undone,
it's a shame to admit but yes you've won.
How come in the morning when I wake, you take the best there is to take.
I blink as my eyes start to open, you've left; the doors wide open.
My hearts feeling bitter and its feeling broken.
I left too many sighs unspoken,
you let me in, kick me out
without given reason you're so full of doubt.
You let me get so close, then push me out
this love is somethin' else somethin' I know nothing about.
I can't wait in the rain, hoping for a drought
I can't stay upon your path with such an unclear route
I tell myself you're worth it, but not until you figure out-
When the sun rises, could I still be something your heart cares about?
You don't want me to stay yet you can't watch me leave
my hearts out in the open; out on my sleeve
bleeding for the whole entire world to see.
How could it be, that loving me, is a choice you always change-
My feelings stay the same, while yours twist and rearrange.
Next time I'll have the courage to say what I need to say
And next time in the morning, when I wake to a brand new day
who could ever blame me for finally walking away?
I answer with words flooding my brain, they dripple on down like acid rain, "Hey how are you" is all I manage to say and hold back the words that'll just stand in the way.
I fear what you hear, and what I actually say will come across differently, not just today but any day. You never hear my words, they spiral and twist, fly right by you, I always miss.
Tension and awkwardness flutters around, hopes stacked so high start crashing on down. Smoke from the fall rises and rises, as the fog lifts I still see no horizon.
Your words they shoot empty and land face flat, I can't be your umbrella anymore, not even a hat. I can't be the target of your fleeting bullet, I can't stand still while you fire an shoot it.
I miss your smile, and that laugh of yours too, if it weren't for memories I wouldn't remember the real you. The one who stayed up late with me night after night, we stuck together growing up in a battle of constant fight.
But you an I, we saw it through, on the darkest days when our world was broken with truth we never knew.
Holding you so close to my heart, my missing half, my brother, how are we so torn apart.
I hope these words can break on through, I can't stay frozen, I can't hate you.
I can't pretend I don't miss someone when everyday I look at my reflection and see so much of you in every way.
So much of one another the years we've become, you already saw what happen when walking away' was done. Do you wanna be the person who knows only to run, didn't he teach you that can't be undone.
If you can't remember then, remember me now.
I miss you, I love you, and I know somehow, one day you'll see there was other ways out.
Until then I'll stay here while you wander about, and pray that one day you'll remember what families about, and come back to us as close as can be, to the you who's forever locked inside this drought of memories.
Blind little words
steal your time,
leave you frozen
in your tracks;
left foot back
right foot back,
future is gone
the past is in tact.
On a projector,
beams down
your delusional path.
Is it different, when you watch it
the second time around?
Or did you frown every frown
tongue tie each lie,
did you see who you are
for the very first time?
Blind little words
didn’t steal your soul,
but they spit them back at you,
for every lie you ever told.
Today I took your power,
I took it all away.
Twenty one years plus one hundred and eighteen days,
I took your power to its grave.
I spit out the words, the last words you'll read me say,
I am for eternity, free of your dismay.
I took away your power in quite a sincere way,
I forgave you so I could move on with my life today.
You see a homeless man
I see a soul,
he was led in the wrong direction,
I am sure you always know which way to go.
You see a Hispanic man, call him a freeloader
I see a man whose been wrongfully noted,
he wouldn’t be employed, breaking a sweat
if he wasn’t out there doing all the work we purposely neglect.
You see an alcoholic
I see a scar
I wonder if you took a second to think,
what made her dive into the bottle so far?
You see a gay couple, what a disgrace
I see two humans caught in an unfair space,
since when was it ever okay, to tell two people just because they’re the same
their love doesn’t count; it must be a phase, go ahead and throw it away.
People
Every
Race
Sorrowful
Pain
Every
Color
Times
Invade
Vacantly
Eachday
Religion is blind. Money is blind. Greed is blind. Judgment is blind. Truth is blind.
As we sit back with our set of eyes, it must be easier to cover up all that we see with ignorance, mistrust and stupidity.
Careful
bones
can
surely
bleed,
from
the
outside
in,
plant
a
deceitful
seed.
Careful
bones
bend
&
snap
you can’t turn back once your lie trapped.
Dont
credit
memory
eyes;
love
time
thats
all;
small
whispers
wanted,
quiet lies.
And sometimes you meet a day
that is unlike any other.
Some pieces of you die,
some pieces of you thrive.
The rest is left to portray,
if there’s enough left of you for,
today.
By the way,
I am new.
Yet a tad bit confused-
If the old me died,
was this new me revived?
Am I separate or am I still a part
Of a past so distant and dark-
Or will it haunt me in this unforgiving war?
I’ll never no more.
At least this new me look’s
a little less like you.
I am no longer
bound-
No longer
forced to hide a tone when you’re around.
It took me years and years of
deceiving, but these eyes saw plenty
I carried on
believing.
That you would feel empty inside too
It’s so easy to see through.
You keep this false exterior,
held so high, afraid someone might
see what’s brewing inside.
As another piece slowly dies..
You never were able to put it to use,
Oh, all the good you once had
in you.
You never taught me what it was like, I went looking for answers in sleepless nights,
I went looking for answers all I found was a fight.
A fight that was sparked from within, values and morals, well I went and turned those in.
Looks like I turned out to be a little more like you,
faithlessly untrue, than we ever even knew.
You may have left when I was small indeed,
but your steps left a print, sure enough, stumbled down it I went.
You never taught me what it was like,
so I went around guessing,
for all the above,
it turns out I was right,
you never taught me how to love.
You're a toxic infection
seeping through my veins.
It wasn't easy to see,
I'm not easy to change.
Take your words; they rearrange,
fall down off the drug by pure delayed pain
it drip drops down like acid rain.
The only way to get you out-
Is if I drip drop drain my own vein.
.
.
.
.
.
.
......
He is not a bum out on the street;
He has no cup held out, he has no bare feet.
He has no criminal record on paper in fine print,
He has no money he carelessly out spent.
Instead he dresses in a suit, matching tie, laundry shoot.
Pool and palm trees, is where he retreats.
Recliner chair back, kicked up feet.
To society he is perfect to a T
No credit card debt, no late fee.
His only downfall- well he abandoned me.
Before I was born; he already decided he wanted much more.
I didn't know the PTA mom next door was a whore. (More?)
Wanted much less? Abandoned, abort. You mixed them up; she confessed.
But here I am, with two others beside me, you must have thought we would lower our heads silently-
ah ha, didn't you know? Children aren't that slow.
Quiet, quiet, quiet.
Sh, Shh, Sh.
“If you tell on me, in trouble you will be, walking only on one leg, look at him, see.”
He has no criminal record, but from what I’ve seen, I can attest much differently.
See society has their ideas about suits and nice car’s,
it’s a shame that when you meet them you can’t see who they are.
Takes you as a whole
Swallow down- spit it up.
One too many times, still don't lose enough.
The whispers they say go,
"Push it back up"
You are not perfect-
I know.
You are so small-
So.
Why do you care this much-
Why do I?
And after all this, the voice whispers....
Try.
Takes you as a whole
Swallow down- spit it up.
One too many times, still don't lose enough.
The whispers they say go,
"Push it back up"
You are not perfect-
I know.
You are so small-
So.
Why do you care this much-
Why do I?
And after all this, the voice whispers....
Try.
My faith has been shaken right where I stand
I was there- she was taken
I could have turned around, I could have second looked
And now she stands in front of me, her world completely shook.
The marks are there, the bruises don’t lie
Sure the cuts will fade with time, but only on the outside.
This type of pain doesn’t go away-
It’s that reoccurring nightmare that’s settled in to stay,
that’s stuck on replay when she lay’s down, of the night she was lost,
without being found.
We’re bleeding too- but for her it’s worse.
Without a trace in her memory,
nothing is showing clearly except for the pain
that’s showcased across her body.
Feeling helpless, as we know we shouldn’t be, how do you rid
someone of a memory trapted
inside a memory that they weren't concious to see?
It is not her fault, I tell her over and over;
Her eyes they are dark,
her memory is weak
when she tries to recal that night;
I'm glad she'll never re-see.
It's as if we all learned how to stand so strong, when the worst we could have imagined- had gone wrong.
