We all wanted to do something too soon like we weren't old enough
we would disobey and parents would act like we hadn't been told enough.
We sipped from bottles and smashed the glass, played with matches
tried smoking hated it and some of us kept at anyways cause hey,
look at what it makes others say about the way we behave.
Attention seekers feeling meager and weak.  
Making offensive statements each time that we speak.
Obsessed with night on the streets.  
Constantly moving your feet.
Nocturnal with no need for sleep.
We all wanted to be treated like adults, which is always a childish notion
We were small fish in the ocean but we grow up through the commotion
and still I'm noticing how high and hard the tides are blowing in
the biggest fish can still drown in the waters it's been floating in.
But do these adults have notions to be treated like a child?
How often do we wish to attack or act wild - this thought makes me smile.
It happens once in a while or course, for sure where we all dwell
survival of the fittest is the motto when the sea will swell.
We all wanted to be more successful than the next man, but all saw it in different ways.
Some tried to hurt their brothers while others worked for great praise.
We built machines of war and then turned them into factory workers
took away humans jobs leaving them stranded like deserters.
Now the planet is burning up and things are being torn apart
Corporations causing problems and they knew it from the start
So the world is led blind by hand as they pull us through the dark
but production was the gas and consumption was the spark
And we all wanted something better for us, as if we earned it
but do we deserve ****?
The fruit around the pit is something to aim for
and in fact, our only target
Tilting our games score
and rocking me to my core
and always leaves me wanting more
but I never know just what's in store
and I don't care if I end up poor
as long as I got a few drinks to pour.
But what we all wanted is something more,
most never get it
They pour those few drinks and it helps to forget it.
So what we all wanted is only ever true for a few
envious of others for keeping our wants in view.
And while being happy can be tough, letting go is harder too
but what we all wanted we'll never have,
and I'm happier since I knew.

It was the weight of indecision that proved the brittleness of bones
we hesitate while casting sticks and stones
while authors explain in webs of prose
the heros and foes
swords and bows
crossed again back ****** and fighting.
The cowardly meet the brave
rave and rage
the patient confront the vain
never to be patient again
and one always walks away
leaving the other slain in this game.
Where truth lies;
and lies are found true
false words command masses
on paths they should choose
when left with seemingly nothing
they show it's your life to lose
and you do.
Soldiers in streets
march unison with their feet.
The blood.
Oh the blood.
It comes clean from cloth but hands remain drenched
til death's thirst is quenched.
The cup put on tilt and only guilt it spilt.
To run off tables of being and somehow be freeing
Where murders death rattles sound off like triumphant trumpets.
And the sweet swan song rings out light calls from your next adventure
bringing you forth.
Could death be such sweet sorrow?
and is life just time borrowed?
and what life comes in with our tomorrow?
I don't know.
But it won't be my shattering bones
and no soldier shall march all alone
let indecision be unknown
and let's march for a  world that can grow.

We see weakness in the hope of others from our perspectives
a clear vision third person minded objectives
eccentric and eclectic, we burn so electric
Our thought patterns light up boards with plugs connected.
Our motherboards drive at high speeds computing more and more
with no helmets we ride along until we crash like our mothers warned
to rebuild again forever more, the phoenix from ash will be reborn.
the animal that we really are will not be ignored
Torn
Torn from what we are,
to what we've become
do you know where you're really from?
The thought alone makes me feel numb
But trains in stations won't ever continue to wait the deadline upon us is much worse watching the door close as you run closer and closer.
until it's further and further away.
And who chose this way?
I must say,
it's thrown my want to pray and fueled my want to prey.
instinctous moves rule in concrete jungles
where the rats scurry about and lions are never humble
Eye to eye we meet to lie and lie and lie
then we lie some more in bed and then we say goodbye.
Confused cold fusion with giving the planet contusions
that might just ruin the look of the place is my conclusion.
satellites gravity will wear like halos when the planets dead
or maybe they just buzz around like mosquitoes at your head
could the earth swat back?
reach and make contact
maybe not
but either way
be ready for combat.

They say that home is where the heart is
but I got high and lost my key
so instead I opened up my mind
and let my heart free

The things I hadn't seen
my eyes  found clear vision
my mind became clay
and I shaped some new opinions

Ideas on winning mean losers are required
and losers are never admired
in war they simply find fires
turn to smoke inside pyres

But I know we all lose
cause we have so much to gain
can't grab it all and that's a shame
get what we can and maintain

The world turns slow
but we track its daily progress
the laws change quick
pushed through by men in congress

then these laws change the world
while it's trying to keep pace
and we try to move faster
must be why its "the human race"

The whole world smokes
and then we all inhale the fumes
the trees **** in the evil
and breathe out air in their blooms

We're told to grow up
and then cherish our youth
we're told stick to the facts
and then slip on the truth

Some of us explore the world
while others stay at home
some will push the levels of comfort
while others keep safety zones

I wish to see it all because
I've been told seeing is knowing
my skull stays the same size
but my mind will keep growing

So now I see the world as my home
and my heart is in the planet
I'll spread my love to everyone
even if they don't understand it

and candidly share my views
to people whose views are missin
but I think the whole world is like this
so I guess my message is listen.

The darkness always feels so calm
before the dawn comes to life.
A beam of light
that ends the night,
but we move on...

Paper boats sail down the street
til' they're swallowed from underneath.
When we capsize
it'll change our lives
but we move on...

Our lives are all the living we get,
so don't waste your days with regrets.
We all make mistakes
trying to do things great
then we move on...

This land has been ***** by time,
divided by our borderlines.
We all clash our swords
and **** our lords.
then we move on...

It's a system for the greedy men,
while others die in suffering
If I could I would
and I feel I should
but we move on...

All they want is for us to conform;
to wear a smile with our uniform.
Life's a carousal
that spins us all
but we move on...

I'm trying hard to concentrate,
as the stars begin to constellate.
We'll connect the dots
and the truth will shock.
then we'll move on...

A people who bury their dead,
showing compassion without turning their heads.
But will all that love
send us up above,
when we move on?

And as the clouds roll in with the rain
it carries those boats down to the drain.
We all love to float,
til we've lost all hope.
*then we move on...

Never, NEVER, walk into your kitchen hallucinating.  
Seeing things beyond being,
things beyond believing,
that defy common meaning.

I was so high my bed should've been traced in chalk,
And I heard each object in my the kitchen begin to talk.

I heard a rumble downstairs so that's where I toured,
I heard voices raised in my cutlery drawers!
I pulled on the ****,
dropped off my jaw.
In sheer surprise of what my eyes had seen inside.

I must be insane, in this tale it's confirmed.
Because it was perfect English each word that I heard.

The knife spoke up first he said
"I'm the sharpest!
I stab, cut or divide each one of my targets.
You can hold me by the handle and feel safe at that end,
but my nasty side has seen your enemies and your friends.
I've helped men to rise and with that seen men fall,
But it's my job to cause damage so I dismiss it all.
Who am I to try to define my own purpose?
When the edge I've been given is always ready for service.  
I've cut through flora and flesh all my life.
It's what I'm made to do,
and you can ask any of the others if it's true."

"It is true,"
Said the fork
"destruction is all he's been through,
and between us two
most men bite off more than they can chew.
And I don't mean just food.
I've seen it all.
I've seen the trees of greed
grow tall from hates seed.
Need be, I stab like the blade
but I'm a different shade,
of this please have no doubt.
I'm about filling voids of need
helping humans to feed
getting the food from the table to mouth.
So I just move in and out trying to avoid most of the gloom,
you want to hear of misery then you should talk to the spoon."

"I'm such a well rounded fellow!"
The spoon then declared.
"So it seems so unfair
that I've witnessed such despair.  
I'm deeper than the circles in eyes of my admirers,
who fill me up with drugs and then throw me over fires.
They're arms wrapped with wires, I work daily with the syringe,
and this is never something casual but always on a binge.
It leaves me burnt and abused,
a path I would never choose.
But, I suppose that's why they call those who burn me users,
honestly it's a string of good men turned to losers.  
So here you see us lay, the tools for mans feed.
How some men we never see occupied with others greed.
So take heed to these words: The enemy is your own kind.
We simply serve to put things inside the mouths grind.
So no longer stay blind, speak up with your voice,
tell the world how we're slaves we perform without choice!"

So... I screamed out "You know what spoon? I WILL!"
And I know its crazy, my mind is insane - utterly.
But, I made a promise that night, to that cutlery.
So here I am a man of ...arguably sound mind,
asking for some of your ...arguably valuable time.
To listen to the woes of those treated unfair,
who's use is in constant but recognitions are rare.
So try to realize in your minds if you dare,
that we don't know as much about life as **our own silverware.

I see him from time to time, the man I used to be.
He always shows up when there is trouble for me.
He has the darkest circles under his eyes and is always dressed so well,
or, at least better than I am.
He's got that devilish look in his eyes
and a big grin from cheek side to side
and smiles and says 'RELAX, **** all these people
**** everything you can do it on your own your no equal.'
And I look back at him now a days and say 'that thoughts just evil,
how can you keep doing this to people.?'
I can't just consume and consume
cause I'll consume this whole room!
til I'm spread to thin from my bloom
and my gloom balloons and ultimately means my doom.
And I say I'm so new to this
but I know there is truth in this
and I'm feeling better each day because I'm not under hates influence....

I lose him all the time, always, the man I want to become.
for some reason I see us on a life raft in the ocean so vast,
we're holding on huddled together we need each other to grow and stay alive and keep going.
But then for some reason the waves rock us apart and he goes capsizing
while I'm on the raft but I'm barely surviving.
Til I'm washed to shore thinking he's gone forever.
But later on I'll be doing work and he'll walk into a room, dressed in a suit with a suitcase
and I see his face
and my smile lights up the whole place.
Then he says he has been here the whole time,
watching me in quiet
as i struggle through riots
but he says now we can fly but you're going to have to be the pilot
so just try it.
Cause you're now on the right path and if you can handle the task
of traveling together
maybe things will get better.
And hopefully they will.
because if the decisions you'll be making are for seeking thrills
instead of for trying to stay chill
remember, try to stay real.
Try to understand how you feel,
try to see other people and the way that they deal.
Then maybe you can find some of your own truth to reveal...  

I shook him once and I left him forever, the man I was as an addict.
so problematic, I was just oh so tragic.
I tried so hard to get help.
At least, that's how it felt.
But I made false steps and in the end just hurt my self.
So I stood up and learned to run again just to get away.
And I'm happy to say that I think he's had his last day.

I think that he should shine like the sun, the man I am in the present.
Peaceful, calm and pleasant,
with no ill thoughts or resentment.
Be the sun not so that the world revolves around me.
But so the people around me
whoever they be
will have light to see,
understand how they're free.
So I try to flood light into hearts of darkness,
when people fall I'll play harness
and this good will shall be sweet fruit when time to harvest.
Clean dharma,
following laws of karma
and maybe understanding like existentialists.
Were all just part of this nothing and I think I'm getting this.
Our meaningless is meaningful in
what we hold together
so the sun I'm supposed to be can only make things get better.

And so he'll never live in regret, the man I am in moments passed.
He will make memories that last,
whether time goes slow or fast.
He'll be able to say:
"That moment didn't get away,
and if I could do it again
I'd just add some more friends."
On those nights that don't end,
when our good paths won't bend.

So this sun I am at present doesn't mean to sound sappy,
but to everyone who listens I'll say: "JUST BE HAPPY."