I wear my heart on my fingertips
and that's why all my realtionships
last five seconds or so
in the length of a handshake
I fall in love, my heart breaks    
and then I let her go
but I begin to regret it
and then try to forget it
but the mind cannot erase
what the heart does know
the mind can only restrict the feelings
so that they may never grow
so here I am with heart of gold
a heart full of half loves
that my heart witholds
because, deep down, I'm scared...
scared to love completely
for fear that it won't be returned
scared to fall too deeply
for fear of getting burned
Am I a romantic? ...yes
hopeless? ...maybe
but I try to stay hopeful
that the girl I reach out to
will also reach out to me

hopeful for tomorrow
to drown out today's sorrow,
place your hope on the horizon
you always say
you going to make it some day
but the problems keep arisin'
so what you gonna do what you do
what you gonna say
we're living for tomorrow
while working for today
but tomorrow never comes
and today is done and gone
nothing comes of anything
and live moves on

I'm a prisoner
locked up in a cell that is myself
I long to break free
from self tyranny
cause when I not myself
I have no identity
just a breathing unknown entity
living in serenity

I am, I am optimistic realist
I see the world for what is
and I think it could be better
I am, I am a haughty piece of humble pie
I boast my strengths yet wonder why
I think I am any better, than anyone

I'm so adjective I verb nouns
I scream in a dream but it makes no sound
we all want want to be heard
from the herd
but one cry turns to many
until you can't hear any
just a rumbled, mumbled symphony
that continues on eternally
saying
we are, we are all just wanting to be loved
though we tend to put ourselves above
so it's harder to love others
if we could, and we could, we could change our world for good
if we loved ourselves and our neighborhood
and treated strangers like our brothers
and say
your beautiful
you have heart gold that you enfold
'til your heart
get ripped apart
then you piece it back together
but now it's worn and tethered  
but please don't sell your heart of gold
for the price of silver
cuase
you are, you are brighter than superstar
if you raise yourself than you the raise bar
and make the world much better
you are, you are the lyricist in your own band
but If your plans don't go as you had planned
well it's probably for the better
just let go, then you'll know that freedom's the lack of control
just reach deep down into your soul
and then you'll find your answer...

the world is dissolving
because we are revolving
around a message that isn't love
the message has been mangled, twisted and turned
the message will leave you cut, scarred and burned
because true love is the only answer
and everything else just acts as a cancer,
let go of the walls
let go of the fears
they do nothing at all
except interfere
just let love into your heart
and then you'll start
to be able to see the love around you
because you can't see the love outside your walls
even though it surrounds you  
learn to love, by loving yourself
look at the good the bad and everything else
and accept yourself for who you are
admire the beauty, yet notice the scar
for if you ignore it, it will fester and grow
infecting your beauty until it doesn't show
so admire yourself, because you're worth admiring
while desiring to better yourself,
knowing you're still currently worth desiring
if you love yourself you are the shining light
that saves the souls lost in the night
if they see the light they might want to shine too
then someone very special might want to shine for you

give me a redo
just one day
I waited too long
and the girl got away

I was waiting for the right time
but that time didn't come
I wanted to tell you
but I was twiddling my thumbs

I wanted to tell you that your beautiful
and that your skills are unbelievable
and that I like everything I know about you
though that may seem inconceivable
but those words didn't come at the right time
so now I'm writing this poem and losing my mind

they say good things come to those who wait
but whenever I do it seems like a mistake
cause now I see what I've been missing
I want to be the one you are kissing
I want to be the one you embrace
the one to put a smile on your face
the one to make you laugh
and hold you when you cry
I want to make you happy
I want to be that guy

so give me a redo
just one day
and I won't let you,
or the time, slip away

If Leonardo Da Vinci were still alive
He would have been put in the psych ward back in 1965
If MichaelAngelo were still around
instead of soaring on the ceiling
he'd be trampled on the ground
If Bach came back
he'd come under attack
for being too radical and extreme
just because he followed his dreams

society today
pushes artists away
using it's dark manipulative hand
to make graffiti artists into outlaws
and satanists out of rock bands
so if you find yourself asking where is the Da Vinci of today
just look in the backstreets, corners, and the alleyways