We sat in an awkward silence
your eyes nudging my mind
and there was nothing
but a wounded dieing desire
I simply exsisted beside you
and the look turned into despair
almost unforgiving
as you strummed a few notes
to cut the air
and I wanted to be more in that moment
to rehash a moment of counterfeit joy
just to fake you
to make you smile
I know you've been working at
this tension for months
but I was blank and breathless
while your stare coasted down to the floor
In a way dismissing me
so I walked off
alone I left you
on Christmas morn

I lay in a bed of sighs and give in
my pain balled up in my throat
taunting my eyes into tears
Apathy sets in as I watch the hours pass
Christmas specials screaming of cheer
as I look on faithless
unable to give or forgive myself
for the time wasted feeling this grim
As my soul growls and turns
begging for a smile that was meant
A deep hunger strengthens
When did I become this?
How did this happen?
What will it take to extract the thorn?
I watch the symptoms spread into the ones
I love
As I selfishly plunge into the abyss of forlorn

Media-
Pesky little fear spreading reporters
in an active attempt to spread information
That serves a specific agenda or resolution
such as getting the masses to consume or creating false images
to benefit or cover for some political figure
while masking the truth and only giving half assed
explanations and half of the facts
Most of us believe in everything we're told
at face value
This has to change

Time seems to change everything
People,places,things
but you haven't changed a bit
and for some strange reason
I'm in love with that fact
It's good to know that time can't
diminsh a great sense of humor

I wish I was referring to a movie
but in all reality an operation
we all see the dangers of automatic weaponry
It's in a painful Christmas story

Did anyone hear about our mission
to send illegal weapons down to mexico?
no?We placed tiny battery operated gps systems
inside every single gun
and down they went into the hands of drug lords
Right under their governments nose

However we forgot to tell them to change
their batteries
and we reclaimed these guns through fatalities
and explicit crime scenes

Obviously this mission was a failure
but in the end it was plain to see
who the true gunrunners are

So now I move on to our right to bare arms
and for those who want to get rid of them entirely
come and ponder this with me

Does anyone ever shoot up a navy base or
a texas bar full of cowboys strapping?
No they go for the places that lack
any kind of defenses
The problem in my eyes is this
NOT the Right to bare arms
but not enough guns in the right hands

Seclusively we sit
Slightly touching eachother
Starving I turn to the
Sweet scent enticing me
I want to taste those lips
So shy you can't seem to meet my eyes
Softly I place my hand under your chin
Supporting your confidence
Seductively we engage in heavy air
See sweet thing I only bite alittle bit

Her focus was on the fields of childhood dreams
melting into the sun,while catching grasshopers
playfully she'd dance along
innocence clung to the wisps of her hair
she knew nothing of vanity
only how to find the beauty in the palm of her hand

He came to her from another place
in which he knew so well
and watched her in all her glory and grace
his heart began to fall
and so begins his tales of love
fishing for her song

"You'll learn to love me one day"
he'd say
such an arrogant disreguard
he pulled her away from the field of dreams
and introduced her to the world
estranged she followed blindly into something
so foreign to her

When he finally saw her instead of his reflection
he confessed to what he'd done wrong
and he had grown into a towering tree
from a little shaggy shrub
She touched upon the hot flesh of his cheek
and began to love him from that moment on

For in moments of unbiased honesty like these
even a girl can see a man is born