Your construct is enslaving us
we beg and beg for more
trading life and family time
for that bi-weekly score

they will feed you to make you sick
then patch you still unwhole
all the while demanding payment
a form of death control

we borrow what does not exist
from whom we've never seen
try to fill that empty hollow
with California dreams

behind this clever tragedy
wearing the glaring grins
are statues cold, fashioned in gold
of little empty men

I wish I was different, more like everyone else…
I wish I was manly and strong by myself.
To have thicker skin, strong muscles,
Better cheekbones and manlier **** muscles…
I can’t help that I am so soft,
I’m like a marshmallow, so puffy and sweet,
I like cute things like cookies and home made things…
I can tell what you should wear on your one night out,
I can say that you look fierce today and giggle out loud…
I can snap my fingers and say “Nu-uh!” but that won’t help,
Cause I am too soft for the world and everyone else…
I can’t help that I like to cuddle a pillow, when I sleep tight
In my very comfy sheets with hearts and cute little beasts…
I think women are nice, they are smart and proud,
They are our mothers, our doctors and teachers,
Without them we would all be so dumb,
Hitting each other with sticks and stones all night long…
Though something about a man is way more special,
They give better hugs and make me feel like I could give my life to another…
I would move mountains for some, yet some are real *****,
They seem to know what’s right when they kick around the weak…
I guess I just like them, for who they are, so strong, so comfy,
So handsome and tall, or short or chubby, they just seem so nice,
They know what would be good for me, they would protect me at night.
I wish I could change something, make myself not who I am now.
But I should learn how to love and be proud,
I am here, almost functional and I am quite caring,
I can be interesting and wonderful and just simply nice,
And maybe I’m soft but I keep myself alive.

So many,
strive to be happy.
Putting happiness on the podium
as the end goal in life.
Me,
I strive to be sad.
Not as a depressing view on life.
But it's easier for me
to feel happy
than to feel sad.
And I don't believe it's healthy
to cherish the one and
abandon the other.
It needs a balance of yin and yang.
Life is about the full spectrum.
Without the low tales,
we wouldn't recognize the high mountains.
I wished of course
to have often times
tears of happiness in my eyes.
But I know of the value and relief
that the salty tears of sadness
can bring into the soup of life.
How they purify our being
and help to let go.
To let go of
not working relationships,
passed loved ones,
unfulfilled ideas,
not met expectations
and undo-able concepts.
Sadness shouldn't be something to avoid,
but the one thing
to be embraced.

We shared our organs in the space of one body, one mind, one soul;
I kept yours dear,
Made sure to
Squeeze a piece of me a bit closer to make room
For you -
All of the credits were to you
This physical need to be near
To struggle and push, to not give in to fear
And all of the time I spent saddened to see
The old me go
Left you.
It left you on a lawn of stray twigs
Searching for the old me
The one that you devoured
No,
I didn't spoil and I wasn't savored.
You wiped your hands and mouth clean so easily and I
Well, I made a liar out of you.

Wanting to be loved,
Kept secret,
Knowing it will not be returned,
Accepting,
Know that the love of a friend,
Is still a great gift,
Knowing they are there,
Knowing they care,
Enough love to be,
To be content,
To be secure,
To be...

Happy