The Beauty

Her heart aches for the need to be needed,
Her completion comes through fulfilling others.
Living her destiny as if it were a distant memory,
Just waiting for the weight to topple her over.
Grasping what is and isn't.

Time is wasting us away, the same routine day by day.
Now that we're drifting away, you pull me in that much closer.
You can't let me go because I need you to need me,
I can bring out your change as long as I choose to stay, believing.
Holding on for one more chance.

You keep chasing away those butterflies I once had,
Can't stop thinking about all the time that has passed.
Can you look me in the eyes and say what's on your mind?
Or do I keep guessing and see the real you like I'm blind?
The only price to pay is my peace of mind.

The Beast

Inner reflections, oversee the depravity.
The haunting memory of what used to be.
The decay of values, image perfect for the lie.
The timeless memory, a crafted jaded design.
So we are left broken.

The beast devours but is never full..
Again and again it feeds on the weak.
Pray for prey to insure the hunt,
Conquer your field of dreams.
The hunger never sleeps.

The surprises of decisions half thought,
Acting out our schemes to fill these roles.
Just tell me what you want me to be,
Knowing myself has become the unknown.
Fill the role.

So desperate to communicate, yet begging to disappear.
Your words are salvation, the reassurance from my fears.
Carry this burden in order to set me free,
Carry my curse, the reflections of depravity.
The reflections passed on.

©️Rob Metz

Let these words be a time capsule for the next generation,
Where this digital age has created slaves to all nations.
“No taxation without representation”, those days have gone by,
Slaves with chains has changed to teens circling the digital mind hive.

We choose to live blind from the issues that bind and intertwine in societies eye,
It only multiplies our cowardice everytime we try to transcribe all these cookie cutter lines.
It seems to me that being original is almost criminal, let’s try to keep it minimal,
But we know it’s subliminal how pitiful it is to ridicule being original, easier to be fictional.

Tell me something that’s real about how anything makes you feel the way you do,
Don’t be so scared to care in determining what’s fair because it matters to me too.
Keep an open mind to different philosophies because we are constantly changing our well being you see,
But no matter what just stick to your gut, trust is a two way street and accidents happen when handled improperly.

There is no living free when you can’t do you and me do me,
And society wants to go backwards like we can live in 1950.
It’s kind of funny when it’s put like that cause all the questions then are now known as facts,
Only cause we had the mindset to question and create rebellion cause change doesn’t come sitting on your ***.

Start a Twitter war, show off your likes, let the narcissism roar,
Be the king of the internet jungle, hide in the shadows looking for more.
There is no need to show face when you’re standing behind this digital mask,
Reinforce the ideas to make false ideals, keep only opinions as the main facts.

©️Rob Metz

Time, the presence of an ending, continuously beginning.
Always turning over as the ticks become louder with,
Time, it’s unstoppable, untouchable, undeniably wasting away.
Cherishing moments, the recollection of fears, the reminder of yesterday.

Only with time will bring the answer to why,
Forgetting the essence of what’s left behind.
Reminding and questioning everything in sight,
How will your time add up at the end of the night?

Calling your name are the obstacles in the way,
Embrace your tragedy like all your past mistakes.
Place your fears so near, never let them slip away,
Fall into wrongful hands, time slips from minutes to days.

Look over the deserts that contain the sands of time,
Is it a barren wasteland? Or fruitfully inclined?
Preparation for the unexpected, or relish in gems of present moments,
A moment in time passes like blinks to the eye, for that is constant.

Only with your time will give a reason to my why,
A handful of mistakes but leaving it all behind.
Reminding me constantly with you in my sight,
How time has added up at the end of the night…

©️Rob Metz

The waves crash as my mind slips into the sea,
Far from the shore, but just above sinking.
Floating with the current, navigation without a guide,
Staring at terrors below, where do I flee to hide?

The progress of stalemate has lead only to one direction,
A past of misfortunes claiming coherent connections.
Lack of preparation, the sails of direction torn,
The depth of the situation, the monster status reborn.

Take me away, the reprisal of fear is overwhelming,
Fight, flight, or freeze. Demand for action as emotions overselling.
But it’s all compelling, beauty above as hell is below,
The sharks that lurk to devour all aspects of the ego.

Tearing at the flesh are the ones you thought you knew best,
But enemies hide in plain sight, they just know when to manifest.
Now surrounded by the fears that seems to haunt the memories,
Staring into the endless sea of the vacant possibilities.

©️Rob Metz