Are you even real?
That night I saw all your *** appeal
witty, sarcastic with a magic smile
that would make me go for miles
just to see you for a while
we could do it couple style.
and this is all at first glance
already I got no chance
punch drunk for some romance
maybe me and you could slow dance.
so I approached for conversation
with no hesitation
because confidence in demonstration
equates to a better dilation.
Plus luck favours the bold
or that's what I am told
I'm only 24 years old
and my life ain't all gold.
But still I'm like whatever,
couldn't everyone do better?
Plus with this feeling the second I met her,
knew I'd try to get her.
So we talked all night even though she was on the clock
told her I needed her number so we could talk
smiled and told me that I really did walk the walk
I told her I open doors when I hear opportunity knock.
She took my phone, typed her number and her name
I went home smiling with her smile on the brain,
But for some reason I have never seen her again
I called and I messaged and its driving me insane.
and believe me, not in a desperate way
I know how to make this play
I sent a singular message and called once
I ain't ringing her line for days.
Now it's been three weeks and I keep meeting new faces
but I gotta say that none of them have your graces
they all seem too caught up with rat races
and they're all just looking for meaningless embraces.
So it's super unfortunate but hey, c'est la vie.
I'll take one from the beatles and just let it be
so now to scout out some new company
hmm let me see... who will it be?

I'm wondering if the surface of our passions
is all that we've been scratchin.
We take small bites like rations
and always do it the same old fashion.
But the passion of sweaty spasms
that let us play Eve and Adam
get us by but I've fathomed
that our ******* are also our chasm.
So could that make a ****** cause fallout?
And if you were in need would you call out?
or would you hide it inside you like
the sympathy I have is all out?
I'll be honest: I never saw doubt til it hit like a bus,
but then again all that lust
usually comes with some trust
It's a must.
Somehow it's lackluster from something so wanderlust.
I dunno if confidants correlate to confidences
but the way that we've been feeling
couldn't be just coincidences.
and I'm not defenseless,
I've grown thick skin with thin pretenses.
so I wish you the very best
and I'd never wish any less,
you always got a place in my chest
but this thing is better off put to rest.
so its over, I'm going forward but behind me I won't find regret,
cause I'll still be having good times but the old ones I won't forget.

Listen here. -->  https://soundcloud.com/mcvegh/a-parting-of-ways

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I  got an itch and I never scratch it.
I wish I could attack it with hatchets
have at it like addicts, -get higher than attics
smother it like asthmatics.
***** out its flame.
Cause the itch lays the tracks for train in my brain
just a scratch and I know that I'd go insane,
so the itch just remains. 
Simple and plain.
But the itch won't control me
cause scratchin it won't console me
the comfort it brings is phony
even when I feel lonely.
I used scratch without noticing
in an itchless-ness bliss,
until I scratched my self raw
a fact that I somehow missed.
that's when you know that you're trapped,
all that you can do is scratch
cause if you don't then you'll crash
a striked match turned to ash.
you've gone and burned out all your midnight oil
nothing left from feasting spoiled
the itch makes your blood boil.
who knew that the pleasure that came from this friction
would turn against you so fast and create an addiction
there's no predictions for scratching
but for the scratching itself
except scratching always leaves you lonely
cause you just scratch yourself
and I wish I could shut these problems off with a switch,
but I got ninety-nine problems and the itch is the *****.

Listen to this spoken word piece here -->
http://soundcloud.com/mcvegh/watching-the-time

They say that the present is only clear through rear views,
so watch who steers you and be cautious of whats near you.
Keep the road on your eyes if you are going to drive
most strive to survive -some catch curbs and nose dive.
And their story has no scribe no medicine to prescribe
no assets to divide there's no fence and no sides.
When things start to slip and you try to tighten your grip
it leaves us all clenching a fist -a weapon attached at the wrist.  

But don't fight the present.

I've taken my lessons from clocks
their ticks and their tocks have taught
not to forget but some things are best left forgot.
Manage your times with intention,
go at it with apprehension
avoiding epochs of detention and not to mention
The stress of pressure cannot be measured
and never is pleasured
even when it ends in success the stress is just less
and lets face it; the work is never the best.
Never the less the lesson on stressin is things take time,
days, months, and years will all pass through in moments
be okay with no chance to hold it
and just relax, you can't take it back.
But feel blissful about it
time keeps going don't doubt it
the futures been scouted out
now we just gotta decide the route.

And you are decision makers
your parents, your friends and neighbours,
the old folks and the teenagers,
the spenders and money savers.
We all come in different flavours
all in need of different favours
each of us could be anothers saviour.
But instead our behaviour: leaves us in wanting
the way that were cold is daunting
and in a cold world those ticking hands can seem haunting.

So I hope this rhyme on time
helps to remind your minds
we all walk the line with time
though its silent like pantomime.

So understand time is a factor of plans
and we all have to meet its demands
because, still: it will never stand.

I want to do fun things
like sing, joy bring and blow some smoke rings.
I  wanna do so many things I know make no sense,
but somehow the dumbness of the act brings a rush of childhood innocence
so in my own defense
******* Disney told me to not grow up
So I got drunk and acted dumb thinking I'd never be grown up
but man I've drank til I've thrown up
bone dry lips chucking fluids from the stomach corrupted guts
**** outta luck and then you say maybe it is about time to grow up.
But **** that I wanna drive in cars above permissible speeds
and I've had my car taken away for doing the deed
highway tow truck repossession sessions
is bad endings
sorry we'll have to call a cab friends.
But that's not where the night ends.
Lets take these bad feelings and squeeze em into a bottle
examine and give them meaning.  Or am I dreaming?
How can I still aspire to admire those who do stupid things like set things on fire?
I am no burning man.  
But like I said, fun things is what I wanna do.
Take too many drugs and get in an **** somewhere like Bonnaroo.
Like what would you do? these thoughts never occur to you,
I do dumb things not for wealth
I'm doing them for myself.
I wanna dress up as the grim reaper and photobomb the pictures at every marriage for money,
now THAT'D be funny.
I'd look back and laugh and one day they'd look back and say who's that?
Or maybe they won't.
Or maybe they will when it is over cause let's face it, it's a ******* wedding photo.
What's the point of looking you were there and you lived it.
But please spend copious amounts of money for the memories you might one day lose.
Spend all your money.
Your dimes, nickles, dollars, buy gold and diamond rings,
You do that dumb **** and I'll do fun things.

I think it would be amazing to be amazing, know what I'm saying?
but instead my life is a struggle through which I'm straining leaving me mentally maimed.
But avoiding the pain  is just that- avoidance.
And no longer will I turn negativity my blind eye
I'm face to face inspecting the case and letting nothing go to waste.  
No more will I waste time counting my wasted time,
I will speak my mind instead of thinking up wasted rhymes.
If I could always forgive and never forget, that'd be a feat.
I could see both sides of an argument in complete.
Never is the reason for one the same as another
For one no line or paying for cover
while it's no entry for others
and this difference based on status
leaves me completely smothered.
You silly simple slaves remove your cuffs and chains
understand that you're all the same
from your blood to your brains
we all bleed the same stains,
it's all blue inside our veins
it's all lose when one gains
its so complicated it's all plain.
So listen little idiot is what I say in the mirror.
If you try to be amazing an amazing you will appear.
It's fine to aspire
We all have our own desires
but if you set your sights higher
a greater you will transpire.
Not based on who you admire
you decide things for just you
not your family or your crew
you turn with your own *****.
So listen up because the message here is along these lines
If you go looking for a better you that's just what you'll find.