Dissonance is when you are met with a contradiction.
You go through life with no qualms,
eating everyday the preservatives you love,
forgetting the places where we just dropped bombs,
dropped upon children; as if gods from above.
Men and women are murdered every day,
but we have the power to keep that at bay,
with our expertise in the art of ******,
your country is our flock and we are the herder.
But every few days or so,
a report will come up on T.V.,
how the problem will grow,
but not to worry, it will never effect me.
So I live my life with my T.V. shows,
going to parties and drinking too much,
not thinking of the children who made my clothes,
and how my comfort is due to their touch.
Until one day a new report is up,
how the war has not worked and people are dying,
the reporter doesn't bat an eye during his close up,
when they show the children crying.
Dissonance appears in my heart,
my head, my body and my soul.

"How can I be so happy and free?
with someone living so below me.
I should help, I should fight,
show those heathens what is right.
Let the world know that this is wrong,
maybe I'll even write a song."

Then my brain recognizes its bounds,
settles down and grabs a coke,
I'll just do a few more rounds,
of sitting and telling a joke.
That makes it easier for me,
to laugh instead of aid,
for I know they are not free,
but soon their voices will fade,
and I can comfortably forget their plea.

Hey kid, let's go waste life away,
create our lives by learning from each other,
being told not to go astray,
but we would never bother.
Let's go make one another,
create your life with the sins of mine,
spend nights drinking cheap wine,
while passing smoke with the night.
Like the secondhand smoke you send to me,
it is not fresh like the wine in my glass,
but stale like our love, which has come to pass.
Let us drink ourselves to death,
staring deeply into one other's eyes,
not taking a breath.
Until the last drop is drunk,
the last spliff smoked,
pass the smoke of the last hit,
each let off a cough as we choked.
Letting the smell slip off,
the drink drip out,
we fall asleep on our own side of the bed,
in between us lays our doubt.

Let me undress your heart,
look upon it's naked curves,
let me give it that jump start,
with feelings that play on your nerves.
Let me love you and feel you,
holding you close to me,
between us electric shocks flew,
like a defibrillator,
resurrecting our lives,
into the one we once knew.

My lips are cracked and dry,
my insides longing to be quenched,
nourish me please with your kiss,
and let my throat be drenched.
Your love fills my heart like a cold glass of water,
shocking at first; yet settles soon,
but with your kiss my blood begins to boil  hotter,
and my insides warm up like a smoldering Georgia June.
You make my heart pump ten times fast,
just to make my brain work fast,
because my words have left my mouth,
when you back away from my face,
my cheeks are hotter than summer down south,
and slowly my heart gains its pace.
You are the engine to my soul,
the fuel for my heart,
the final piece which makes me whole,
the fire which makes me start.

I just want you happy,
with a smile on your face,
a golden gleam in your eye,
and your smile filled with grace.
I just want you to love,
feel the joy explode out,
warming all who surround you,
shocking them like an untimely shout.
Alas, you cannot always get what you want,
and with me here,
you will not find that hidden ecstasy,
that much is clear.
With me by your side,
you will find yourself lost,
warm in your heart,
but surrounded by frost.
My love, my life, my darling,
take that final step with me,
escape from this jail,
grow your wings and fly free...


And when we are lost in the darkened sky,
and you begin to question why?
I will be there by your side,
waiting for you to become my bride.

The symbol of death,
life flying by,
the desolate end within sight.
We can still be pretty,
we can still stand strong,
like a flower fighting the frost.
Do not let your life become a pity,
do not let the people sing your song,
do not let your be lost.
Grow like the vine,
gripping everything you see,
stab like the rose,
letting them know you will not flee.

You are the chips with saturated fat,
slowing my blood to a halting standstill,
making my insides the vile food of rats.
You are the cake which suffocates my heart,
causing it to over- exert,
turning my death into your food art.
You are the food I never learned not to have, the fat of the meat,
colorful as a bed of roses, but filled with mud,
So let me sit down, and let's eat.