I take a cigarette break to the beach at 2AM every time i'm on the graveyard shift. The whole atmosphere of being at the edge of a continent with an endless body of water living and breathing in front of you is emotional. When the sea is calm and the tide is low it feel like you can relax, listen to the tide rippling off the rocks and it soothes the soul. When the tide is high and the sea is rough you realize the pure power of the ocean. I imagine the lives previously taken by the merciless sea, engulfing ships and crashing into mountains and piers, cities, lighthouses, residences, and boat yards. Unforgiving, and yet, majestic she is responsible for more life than we can fathom. A whole different part of our world we have such minimal access to. I look out into her endless brilliance as the wind warns me of her presence. Blasting the smell of salt onto my skin, as i take long breathes with ease. The ocean is wise, she has been here much longer then i have and has experienced loss, life, tragedy, war, ******, and survival. Nobody's around at 2AM, just me and her. Every night she gives me the same feeling, like a women you love but cant control, a free spirit, wild for her own pleasure, thirsty for love and affection but resilient to the idea of being confined. For you can not control the one who manipulates you. I am being manipulated by the sea. As i exhale my last puff i walk back inside to work. "Ill see you tomorrow".

bold face lies
he experiences them everyday
masked in a never ending blanket
that unknowingly smothers him
confining him to a mere subject of ones own trickery
giving him the comfort of trust and honesty
then tearing it away
at the cost of ones own credulity
smirking in a way that makes him want to
lift out of his mortal body
damaging the soul of the antagonistic entity
the same entity that stole his confidence
that shattered his reliance on credibility
that shunned his desire to persevere
and at what cost?
an elitist mentality that was created to fool him?
what reward do the liars get?
for they are deceived as well
but are blind to knowing it.
their minds clouded by their own self resilience
that when they are the ones in need
they are alone
exiled to a vast plain of empty yellow pages
a victim of ones own doing
and from what origin is this conduct of behavior
well... have you ever been lied to?

It rains and rains.
Day after day.
Night after night.
Water falling from the sky.
Soaking the floor below.
Washing up the dirt.
Confining people to their shelters,
Giving them time to think.
Are there thoughts meaningful or not?
They are in fact theirs to own,
But do they bore themselves?
And the rain suggests this meditation.
As the sky leaks,
Covering the plants,
Giving them life,
While the birds bathe,
And the mushrooms flourish.
Yet, people still think only of themselves.
They dont wonder abnout the birds,
Or the mushrooms.
They worry about vanity.
They worry about relationships,
Retirement, family, health, sports.
They do nothing but worry.
But few can appreciate the rain
Few can let their mind at ease
Listen to the droplets,
And not worry.

She came to me in a dream
Something not quite so clear
But vivid enough to get the reaction i wanted
I could smell her
Hear her incredible voice
Taste her
In yet, she wasn't there
Although i knew many walls confine us
And long roads await
The Earth doesn't move fast enough
Before i get to see you again
For now I'll just dream
In hopes that one day
I'll climb out of this place
Over the walls
And come save you

Down the hatch!
A harmonious cheer comes from our group.
A dubious dedication to social excitement
Reverberates throughout the club.
Back to back, we sink ourselves into inebriation.
As we loosen up, the entertainment gets better.
The music means something now.
The people you meet seem more interesting.
Secrets come out.
Stories arn't just told, but made.
And our lives are at a stand still
This is our time! Our place!
And we musn't waste it.

I think I think I think too much
My mind wont settle, it's in a rush
My thoughts bewildered, my heart is crushed
Her eyes had fire, Her lips were lush

I think I think I messed it up
I tried to much, didn't love enough
She had me caught, She saw my bluff
I could not get through, Her mind was tough

I think I think I lost it all,
My only date to the winter ball
But should I wait or should I call
Her hair was long, Her heels were tall

I wish I wished I didn't care
The pain of it I can hardly bare
Its stabbing me, and this she shares
The same feeling. A similar pair

I wish I wished that I was dead
So all the thoughts up in my head
Would shrivel away and so i said
"I'll lay alone on my death bed"

I do not care what car you drive,
Where you live,
If you know someone who knows someone,
If your clothes are this years cutting edge,
If your trust fund is unlimited,
If your A-List, B-List, or never heard of you list.
I only care about the words that flutter though your mind.
They are the only things you truly own.
The only thing i will remember you by.
I will not fall in love with your bones and skin.
I will not fall in love with the places you've been.
I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter
From your extraordinary mind

Tell me the most amazing thing you've ever heard.
Tell me how it made you feel.
Tell me what makes you quiver with Joy.
What makes you sad, angry, scared?
Tell me what makes you sweat.
What makes you cry?
Tell me what you want,
What you expect.
And ill tell you why i want to know.
I'll tell you why I can't see your face without smiling.
I'll tell you how I feel when i kiss you.
I'll tell you what worries me about you .
I'll tell you how I care for you,
How you save me .
And ill tell you that your words,
Are the most amazing thing I've ever heard.