Reality can keep the glamour and it can also take the glitz,
cause nowadays we discover ourselves on computer chips.
We  see  how others live in all kinds of far places
then try to be individuals in books full of faces.
And lets face it these days our lives are being recorded;
information on your likes and activities stored and sorted.
You ignore it; never get hurt by what you don't know
more concerned about how you'll crop your next photo.
Gotta make sure to fit in all your clothes logos
cause it'll for sure make haters go loco.
When they see how you live life with the motto 'yolo'
it will make them all wanna examine their livesand say 'oh no'.
Man I swear this yolo fad has gotta run into the ground
cause if you lived twice your second one wouldn't be spent ******* around.
But nowadays we become a grown up on webpages
with profiles full of pictures and landmarks to chart phases.
Some might call it art in the way that we all make it
but, its a mirror to ourselves til the minute we all break it.
Can't shake it - the feeling we've crossed realities borders
into a digital realm ruled by coded orders,
with back doors and corridors,
and plasma screens and lots of cords,
USB's and PC's,
Web Cams, and DVD's,
terrabytes and touch screens,
reach out and you can touch dreams.
but all that you touch it just seems
without the intention to be.
Because locked inside the screen is reality invested
you wouldn't waste your time if no one else was interested.
It's been suggested that staring at the screen is bad for your eyes
but I do imply that being glued to it is bad for our lives.
Now when we meet face to face we cannot even socialize
we apply on dating sites and get further categorized.
So now it's like who we are is only what does appear
to others on all these sites we might never even come near
some attraction that was natural pulling in with real excitement,
so I guess romance is gone in the age of social enlightenment.

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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 *****.

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'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.

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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."

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 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'm perpetually indifferent to my own distinctive decisions.
What sets me apart from the pack is my lack of care for derision.  
The world is on fire, what an elegant effigy.    
So I say 'just let em burn if they wanna f--- with me.'
No time for leg pullers or those who rattle cages
Only time for those who chose to write their own history pages.
The stages I have crossed to play these different characters
Have been destructive in the way they allow me to break barriers
Harriers couldn't cruise over me and spot my directives
Because too many unanswered questions have me playing detective.
It's suggested that in darkness the good's inherently evil
but at least without the light you don't see the ugliness of people.
and I don't mean their faces with no cover up or blush
I mean they don't stop to help someone in need cause of their rush
lushes have become the focal point of social structures
so the male population has pants with flies about to rupture.
So much is fare of the flesh that now it's a flesh fair
and it is encouraged to have no respect and just stare
and we're determined to mix up some smoke in clear air
and we're demanding new jeans that are made with rips and tears.
and I'm aware of crazes and fads I'm not mad
as in I'm not crazy but this craziness makes me sad
I'm at a cross like plaid but this is more like forked roads
I am locked in online without any exit nodes,
I am inside the safe but no one else knows the codes,
so I am me by design 'cause I don't know any more modes.

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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.

The world has stepped into a whole new kind of era,
Plastic islands float through oceans claiming they're neo-terra.
They scream 'get on board or sink like land masses before us'
While the tides rise in all directions drowning beaches.

They know the whole globe will cook in the sun
and when its done,
the plastic will melt
and the surface of the earth will have a rubbery pelt.
Plus the water that washes the land is so toxic the airs getting harder to breathe.

Fish go to death the way of mad hatters,
cackling with bubbles that make the sea appear boiling.
So much toiling.
Then those fish float to shore
where they're bought in a store
And poison becomes a pick-up only service, no delivery
Mankind shows mother nature no chivalry.

Tough times for plants to survive
as we squeeze out their lives,
and besides...

We all do agree that the end has come near,
but we don't say it in fear,
we just concede to what appears.

So the strength we dig deep for is important to share,
Like atlas' shoulder for the people who care,
Because if we go down then it's all in together,
So keep your heart strings to others tightly tethered
And when it ends,

our loved ones will make it feel better.
Terra nouveau.

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.

Listen here --> https://soundcloud.com/mcvegh/no-apologies-at-the-apocalypse

I said I wasn't ready for how this begun
now the race has been run,
I'll say it has been fun.
So if the stars fell from the skies
you wouldn't see tears in my eyes
for goodbyes to  lies that this world has been telling,
those goods were poor for selling.
A felony for global enemies and lemme see
cause the blood can't scrub from these hands with ready clean
do you know what I mean?
I took them serious but I am laughing this time,
They thought that I would stand in line for this mankind
I'm like fine. No crime, But only for a second.
Never stay in order too long cause the chaos always beckons.
I think I love her for the trouble the love that I have is causin
So disaster is my demon and I'm addicted to her problems
Not trying to solve them too fascinated by the puzzle
I owned the hand of the master so bite that and get muzzled
And I can say for certain
all the serpents will get their serving.
Deservingly for causing uncertainty  with their obscurity.
Verbally the dawn and the dusk of us
could be the boom then the bust
so robust with lust like as we died we all ******.
Before we're all ******.
But you'll find no apocalyptic apologies from me
I didn't fall to greed or disease
I worked hard to fill needs.
And now  hells bound on four steeds
like the poisons on force feed.
But we will not drink the kool-aid
and shadows of comets are a cruel shade
the reason they move this way
to collide in for doomsday
and the doomed say nothing of light when in the dark
like they never knew the flame that could grow from the spark.
So I wonder if we knew there was no future to defend
would that mean no apologies because regret is pretend?

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.

Did you hear? Did you hear?
He led a life that was Christ-less
then got his life in a crisis
and now he lays on the ground lifeless.
and did you hear?
the blasts from sedans shotguns
the bullets flew and this man caught one
through and through he could not stop one.
Did you hear? Did you hear?
He was into the gangs as a youth
Heard gangsters spit in the booth
dreamed of a grill for his tooth.
And did you hear?
He never got where he was going
A train wreck in full view, never slowing.
I even heard that he got his first piece to protect his niece from the dangers of the streets.
And did about you hear?
That niece cooked up rocks
after those gunshots
Shook like stun gun shocks
Burning like no sun block.
Did you hear, did you hear?
These streets are poorly paved
Cars make potholes and the streets they dig graves.
These men got know god, so god knows he can't save
The streets leave the people desperate and depraved.
And did you know, did you know?
Everyone is aware.
But nothing ever gets done.
Because nobody cares.

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.

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...

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.

The bartendress drags the rag across the counter, it reeks of sour beer with a hint of bar lime.
The sign that burns with the words that say 'open' never says closed
it burns with welcomes to passersby til it dies.

Amidst the shuffling of feet, clinking of glasses and the same old bar tunes
there is a drone of conversation.

Some cheers to life with large cliques in ignorant bliss,
while others drink alone and realize its ignorance they miss.

Its soul displacement every night;
emptying bottles to fit more of your soul in through the bottles hole.

And the ***** likes to eat it'll inhale your salary if you let it.
Just so you can wake up and regret it.
Saying if i didn't feel ****** before i do now, time for a drink.

And any anonymous could tell you
the cycle can happen to anyone anonymously,
and you'll know its honesty.

So of course the drunks drink they have the coldest of sobering moments.
Like realizing the man in the mirror is their sole opponent.
Like conceding to themselves that the bottles their main component.
Broken down without it so they just continue to hold it.

The drunks don't find grace and can forget their own face,
The reflection of themselves is a stranger who glares unkindly and too real to ignore.

The moves they make heed no direction desired by minds
Instead they seek fuel for the fire of thee addiction.
Such real affliction.
It can become stranger the fiction
and is always bound to cause friction.

Cause a drunk looks for friends but will still drink alone freely
Pass the bottle to themselves and call it drinking in good company.

Theirs no room for friends and family at the bottom of an empty glass
and alas,
its a one man car
and a one way ride to being left on the side
of most things proved positive.

So if you run from your problems the bottle is no place to hide,
cause you can drain a whole bottle, but it can trap you inside.

I wanted to plant my flag way above yours
just in a way to say "**** yours"
but I got bored of the chore
of watching us both shoot
while I try to outscore.
I wanted to speak bolder with words all underlined
just to keep you undermined
but I realized it's just a **** waste of time,
so fine.
I wanted to go faster and faster
until I passed her
but I looked back after
turned around and struck disaster.
I wanted to fly higher like I was Icarus
but these feathers and sticky ****
was hit or miss
into the sky that I tried to kiss.
I wanted to be stronger,
and bigger,
and always better,
but the need to be like that just kept me fettered.
I thought I needed to be superior to you
until I realized how that was untrue.
If I want to improve myself it's now plain to see
I don't need to be better than you,
just better than me.

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.

It's been a while since I've been at it.
But that's okay I've been making more moves for the static;
been high as attics like addicts
Not saying that's what I have been doing all of the time,
I'm steadily just on my grind
looking to expand my mind.
But, it's nothing I always find
so **** it.
Today I am amused by nothing,
think I found a muse in nothing,
nothing in the search for something,
nothing never needs confronting,
no hide and seek or hunting.
So now this muse I use will surely be left abused
but, don't get it confused, I found my muse in nothing.
And nothing is not a person for certain
so can nothing ever be hurtin?
Nothings in front of your eyes,
more of it's behind the curtain.
You occupy your mind all the time
but nothing is constantly lurking.
I wanna say that you can grab it and hold it
you can't console it
but should stash it away as if you stole it
and when you need inspiration just dole it.
You better embrace the nothing cause it won't go away,
I'm feeling inspired since I embraced it today.