You're under this notion,
fueled by the flashing colored screen.
What you think you need,
what you know you need.
They've got it so right, they've got it oh so right
Living life like we're under the spotlight

Lights, camera, action
we follow the rhythm
believe the system
oblivious to the secret faction,
solely conceived as a distraction.

Impressionable we were,
deeply displaced,
Young eyes glaring into space,
we become what our imaginations trace.
Outlines of the human race,
told by the man behind the box
without a human face.

New watch, new ring, brand new play-thing
it's all you need,
they burn the fuel to your greed.
impregnating our every last thought,
only concerned with what, when and how-
much, we've already bought.

Remove the glim and glam of their cerebral spam.
the pursuit of happiness isn't in your wallet or your T.V. screen,
they'll only tell you it's how you're supposed to be seen.
Deceitfully robbing us of our imaginations, confining us to
their own limitations.
Overthrow their control and shut off your televisions.

Pay attention.

Pay attention to this moment;
To the sounds, to the lights,
To the colors in the the sky.

Pay attention to your thoughts;
To the world inside you,
And the way it guides you.

Pay attention to your feelings;
To the joy and the tears,
To the hopes and the fears.

Pay attention to your heart;
To the way that it beats,
To the rhythm it keeps.

Pay attention to your life...

The future already happened,
You're just learning the story.

Accept it. Let it run through you.

Let Love overfill your heart,
Let Light overglow your soul,
Let Hope overrule your fear,
Let New overtake the old.

This is your life;
You're doing your best.
Decide that today
Will outshine the rest.

I do not know you.
But I love you.
And if you really pay attention,
You'll feel it, too.

Pressure isn't always harsh.
It doesn't have to be the grim and guttural.
It isn't always in regard to the coarse.
There's the soft kind, sweet.
The gentle pressure of lips against a collar bone.
Fingertips tracing freckles,
Valves working at elevated speeds.
Pressure needn't be a villain.
It can be a tender confession by means of softly spoken words.
Poignant colloquy put down with clean intentions,
The hum at night of dulcet tones into a receiver.
Mellow pressures on the heart and mind are pressures, too.
The pressure of eyes directed toward skin,
A foot on a gas pedal.
The pressure caused by closing distance.

Pressure me.

There are so many things
I want to say to you.
But I know I never will.
So I wrote this rhyme of passion,
Just to say how I feel.

I want to tell you,
You're beautiful.
The Words form on my tounge.
But I'm to scared to say anything.
My teeth clench.
And I remain alone.
Because my words can't find a way,
Past the barrier of bones

I want to tell you how you swim in my head.
How jealous rage coursed through my veins,
When I saw you kissing him.
But I didn't say anything.
I stood and burned in my skin.

I put up a barrier,
I built walls up high,
To keep out rejection.
To keep my distance.
And no matter the persistance,
I kept my resistance.
But cracks are starting to show
In my foundation.

Because of your eyes,
Dear God your eyes,
Wells, so deep,
I can't see the bottom.
And your lips,
Dear God your lips,
Jewels set on your face,
That I feel I was born just to kiss.
At night I want to reach out,
And find your body there.
I want to know every inch of your skin.
I want to feel your weight on my hips.
I want to tell you how your name echos in my chest.
I want to tell you how,
If I had the option of going anywhere
And doing anything
Or sitting in with you, drinking wine
And watching a ******* film.
I'd pick you everytime

But my courage seems to elude me.
I wish my beating heart would be still.
Because there are so many things,
I want to say to you
But I know I never will.