Walk, walk, walking, step, step, pace pace
Shoes wear down, I'm wearing my shoes.
Soles are all gone, those soles of my soul I sold to the devil for love.
Love to hate, hate to love.
The circle
The shape of my heart, my heart hurts
No pain
Paint the window pane with a picture so familiar just to hide the unfamiliar
Faces
Face the reality, they think
Thinking wrong.

TV isn't a reality, the news isn't real, new news is never news.
Just shit i already knew.
I knew we should have handed the gift  to give a gift of hope
For the best
Hoping for the world, a chance to rest
Hoping for peace
Hoping for more hope to hope the things that need the most hope
Hope, for a new pair of shoes

Walk, walk, walking, step, step, pace pace
Shoes wear down, I'm wearing my shoes.
Soles are all gone, those soles of my soul I sold to the devil for love.
Love to hate, hate to love.
The circle
The shape of my heart, my heart hurts
No pain
Paint the window pane with a picture so familiar just to hide the unfamiliar
Faces
Face the reality, they think
Thinking wrong.

TV isn't a reality, the news isn't real, new news is never news.
Just shit i already knew.
I knew we should have handed the gift  to give a gift of hope
For the best
Hoping for the world, a chance to rest
Hoping for peace
Hoping for more hope to hope the things that need the most hope
Hope, for a new pair of shoes

woke
water
went
computer
tv
all
day
sun is setting
I'm waking up
grumpy grumpy

ogre

There is a train running through my head,
it goes so fast it's almost a blur.
The whistle is screaming,
always screaming.
But I like it.
It sounds like the sizzle of skin pressed up against something hot, like when you take
an iron and gently touch it to your skin.
As the pain grows, you wait for the right moment to release.
And you are left smiling in the mirror at the beauty of your new mark.
It sounds like the stillness after a long summer's rain, when the earth is drunk and the trees smile.
As you lay on the ground begging to be apart of it.
It sounds like a home, when mom is cooking your favorite dinner while dad's watching tv.
And you are left gutted on the floor, lying in your own pool of blood.
At least it's warm.
Praying to anyone that can hear you, for a painful passing.
It sounds like an addict on the street with no shame in his eyes, asking for help.
He doesn't really want help, but he will ask anyway. And he doesn't know why.
The whistle is screaming,
always screaming.

I've taken in so much television
lately, I can't stop thinking in quotes.

He's just not that into you.

My writing is stilted, TV tag frozen,
until I can come up with the title I've forgotten.

If a guy wants to call you, he will call you.

I've always thought words are so important,
a lasting foundation for a better life.

No matter what.

That's the part that gets me.
The words defy excuse.
Justification is not just unacceptable.
It is unthinkable.

No matter what, if a guy wants to ask you out, he will make it happen.
But when I was throwing my body onto yours...

He doesn't seem very interested in making it happen.
That's the part that gets me.
After all his signs and signals,
The way he said my name,
That's what's missing.
The lasting foundation for a better relationship.
No matter what.
Because words are only words, after all.

She took my hand and said
"I don't want to think twice
whether you're naughty or nice,
just take me home tonight."

Good intentions only last as long as
my engine
my cause
however long it takes before I hate the in-laws

And her jeans said "Follow me"
it wasn't destiny
but a part of me kicked till I
Hated the thought of being still

It felt so surreal
to be the guy that you could shrug off
So write me off as a business trip
a tax incentive
and insensitive inception
of my distorted third dimension
cause you seem too distant
to be holding my hand

This party's a little crowded
for it being only you and me
so let's drop the baggage
and we'll hopefully see
who walks away
who wants to stay
and who says "Just leave"

We both know we say what we don't mean
and we're both just kids
being who we're supposed to be
and that's fine by me

But who says we wouldn't enjoy
being the girl and the boy
who aren't scared to be scarred
by who they really are

And in one fluid zipper motion
her eyes went green
and took aim
So lock the door behind you
Cause the world out there
is colder than the TV claims

2 cups of atta flour
mix it with a cup of lukewarm water
add a pinch of salt
Ready to knead the dough
Knead it soft, knead it hard
Throw it on the air
Roll it on the table
Rest it for sometime
While you check on your curry
Perfect TENGGIRI fish curry
Put it in microwave, Nuke it
the aroma fills the air...
Smells good... salive drops oppss...
Heat the pan now dear
8 chapati all together fresh in a bowl
one by one roll it well
make it really round
a little bit of ghee, hmm... smells like heaven
my daughter waits with a plate in her hand
one chapati ready,
two chapati ready,
three chapati ready,
Mummy I leave the plate on the table now
I want to switch on the tv
My daughter comes back
all three chapati are stolen...
She screams out loud
WHO STOLE MY CHAPATI?????
And the chapati war begins.....

The night exposes our deepest fears,
Examines all our weaknesses,
Turns us inside out,
And opens our eyes…
To the monster within, each of us…

Then with the dawn
We wake from our nightmare.
We live life blinded by the light,
Uninformed of what truly lies within us.

Our sight strays from who we are,
To who we wish we could be.
Glued to the TV screen
And entertainment magazines,
“Mommy I wanna be famous when I grow up!”

What are we teaching our young?
To get laid by age sixteen,
Just to get on that silver screen?
To sell who they are,
Just to be accepted?

Why do we fear if our son is gay?
Even if he’s truly happy that way…
Why do we push our girls to fit in?
When we know they have better friends somewhere else…

The night brings to attention,
The fact that life isn’t all sunshine and daisies.
Because through failure,
Hopefully comes learning experience.

Is that what you fear,
Your child will hurt,
Regardless of what you do,
They will feel pain,
Just as you and I do.

All you can do,
Is support their choices,
Back them when no one else will.
Cause you can’t hold their hand forever.

I’ve had my fair share of screwing things up…
And came out on the other side,
All in one piece and better for it.

I embrace the night,
I allow my thoughts to wander,
In both the light and the dark.
Balance is everything here,
So let loose of insecurity
And don’t be afraid of life…

The future generations scare me.
It's like a constant revolt against parents, apparently.
Everything cool involves sex money or drugs,
And every single one of them thinks they're a hardcore thug.
Those things can be cool, no doubt.
But lifestyles can drain lifetimes.  Be  weary what you sprout

These attitudes are infectious, alternate forms of cancer.
Take the "bad bitch", while the lover falls for the dancer
-Whose soul is in tune and grooves to the serene energy flow.
Give up the facade that you put up just to put on a show.
Sure it entertains those that don't grow,
And the weak of heart.
No wonder the bridge between us and success is so far apart.

There's a difference between a thug mentality,
And being an idiot.
Tupac did what he could to positively change the world.
Don't let your mark be insignificant.
Be yourself little homies and study close, those you idolize.
Make choices to create something better,
Rather than just fantasize.
It's in your eyes, the hurt, burdens most don't even see.
Believe in yourself enough to follow your passions so you too can be free.  

Turn off the TV, step back and breathe.
Focus less on what you want, and more on what you need.
I am much more than an active observer.
I'm a teacher to those that want to listen,
As well as an every day learner.

Turning away from society's got me happily, singing the blues.
Don't be another product amassing products or you will ultimately lose.
These are just my views, you choose, but I see something grander.
Build up the temple inside yourself with wealth, and share it with the poor.
That's what I feel is something worthwhile to stand for.