Standing in front of Mona Lisa. Trying to turn her hyperbolic smile into a realistic one. But her eyes foresee my every route and any pursuit proves useless for she never moves. The subtle curve of her mouth begins to mock. Only motivating my attempts to spread her lips and cause true happiness beneath her smile.

It's sunny when my eyes are open
Yet it storms while I'm sleeping
Their smoke blends into the air daily
It puts me in a haze and dazes me for days on end
This hazed daze must effect them, sadly, maybe that's their intent
But don't subject me to this evil world you've created
Though these nightmares may have, manipulated your every dream
Inception can be dangerous so don't plaster me the creature you hate
Rather realize I'm sacrificing life
For these images you paint
Yes I'm the wind
I keep the breeze going when things
get too hot
These man made substitutes will break
And be discarded like sheet rock
So dont close your windows and hide yourself from your own fog
if you move on, you move on.
NO MATTER HOW HARD

No matter how hard.

And that's life
And you keep fighting
I'll fight for my dreams and my visions
For a world with out your smog and misconception
Where these wrong words thought of rightly
And injust actions performed justly
Are no more
Where my solidarity is only recognized  through my laughter
And my pain is only recognized by my flesh
Where I can hold hands with my sons and daughters
And I can look my father in the eyes,
And he'll knows I past his tests

If the moon is drawn to the earth
Than what's it really worth
Since the ocean is the world's source of life

The waves kiss the shore
Leave and return for more
While the moon grows angry at the tide

She whispers out hello
Follows in shadows
Dizzy from the whole turn about

He will never know
The earth is so shallow
He would be so much worse off without

He asked me for my forgiveness, and I told him he has it. When I was 12 he asked me for my friendship, and I told him it was his. I didn't understand at that time that I was a maverick, nor did I understand that a parent should be more than just friends with their kids. It was another copout. Another way for him to escape the mistakes that his ***** compelled him to make. Thoughts from his smaller head became a disease, murdering the instincts of his larger. One that destroyed his mind and made fair to dawn unto him the status of brain dead. In my childish state I accepted this, not knowing I would have to mature on my own, neglecting the advice of my mother because it came in an aggressive tone, neither understanding that it was my new friends fault that the women I loved and my sole protector was tarnished, dented, and mocked. Used as a semi-sentimental locket, only to be pulled out and loved when he didn't feel love himself. Now I'm 20 years old and he's still in my life. You would think I would have made him take the immediate stage right when he told me he was having another child. No, it was not with my mother. He had lost his locket years prior allowing me to stumble upon it and realize it was never his in the first place. Rather it was mine to protect and polish. This new child was still family though, the blood that races through me and the features of my father that I wish weren't to be were also to be in him. I needed to act. In the years to come I realized it may not have all been my fathers fault. He knew not his father and was forced to live life stumbling around as a lost soul in the misty haze of confusion. Sort of like me but neglected to a further degree. So I took the responsibility to help father this fatherless father in hopes that one day he may become the father I knew he could be. So my brother could have a father instead of a friend and my friend could have a family instead photographs of faces he'd once seen, that only reminded him of the resentment and angst that he'd caused in the souls of those wandering with him in the misty haze of confusion.

Gun powder and hot steel,
The separation from what is real,
To keep us safe or to help us ****.
Clack! Clack! This is not a drill.

You hate the problem but you love the cause,
Like if your strapped you'll protect us all,
But every man is bound to fall,
Bang! Bang! We are all at war.

What they don't understand they **** on sight.
Advance their tools just to ease they're minds.
They make money so it's justified.
Intimidate, never have to hide.

The more we live the more we die.
Both in our hearts and in our minds.
I'd give my life if you gave them time. 
So **** me if that's what's right.

I resorted back to my old ways and now it's causing paranoia.
A part of my mind is holding me back and the other drives me forward.
Playing it day by day, living life move by move.
It's not like if  I take one foot out of line I'll have much to lose!
They say the smallest feather on the back could mean the world to a goose,
Well my feather is breaking me down and forcing room for a noose.
 The question is, "How can I survive if my body fights against me?"
Yet my mind's always wandering and my heart's always empty.
I'm only here for two days! The rest of the time I'm drifting. 
And you wonder why my opinions are always shifting. 
Mental instability? No one will ever feel for me.
I'm alone in my room and all these voices sound so real to me. 
Back in the ignorance and back in the bliss.
But ignorance is only bliss if you plug your nose to the ****.