Does this mean
you think of me
as a friend
or as a
potential girlfriend?

*I'm confused.

Crony capitalism is not capitalism at all.
Rather, it's the justification of the act of stealing
even more money
from the poor and middle classes
and giving it to the people
**that least deserve it.

I guess some people aren't
my cup of tea.
We could never have deep
conversations or inside jokes.
You know I like inside jokes.

We would never see anything
but ourselves, lonely and afraid
of hurting the other person.
I can't be afraid of you.

We would never have that spark.
There would always be a
grand pause where the fortissimo
should have been.

I guess some people aren't
my cup of tea.
I'm also glad that those people
stay that way.

Who knew that
colored paper with
dead guys' faces on it
could have the power
to influence, corrupt, and even ****.

People are beautiful.

And we will dance
until the whole world
is dancing with us.

And we never realized
what we truly had.

The tap has run dry.
Now it leaves just you and I.
Where visions in the mind appear,
we don't say them for fear
of hurting the other.

Life being just another
person in the web of love.
When you look up at the stars above
think of me
as I do think of thee.

Soy el oso
que está durmiendo.
Sólo gruño en mis sueños.

I am the bear
that is sleeping.
I only growl in my dreams.

I have come to a conclusion.

We are in an endless cycle.

We wake up and think about food.
We eat sugary cereals for breakfast
so we go to school or work thinking about food.

Afterschool, we watch food and beauty advertisements
that make us feel bad about ourselves,
so what do we do?
Shop for food and clothes to make us
"feel better" and to "fill the void."

After shopping, we get tired and watch television
where we, yet again, shovel even MORE food
into our lifeless pieholes.

We also don't want to cook anything,
so our meals consist of Campbell's soups, frozen pizzas and leftovers of whatever casserole is in the house.

Even after eating dinner, we are tempted to eat more,
so we have DESSERT!

Because of our constantly on-the-go lifestyle, half the time we are not even conscious of what we're eating.

Ironically, yet predictably, we go to sleep thinking about what we will have for breakfast the next day.

Algunas cosas se dicen mejor
en Español.

Some things are better said
in Spanish.

En la noche
me gusta pensar
en las cosas profundas
como el futuro
de nuestra sociedad.
También medito en
las memorias
de tú y yo.
Cosas profundas
como el agua  
que corre en el río
o nuestros besos mojados
en la lluvia.
Las palabras de amor
que mezclan con
mis pensamientos
profundos del mundo.

*Que tenga el mundo
en mis manos
cuando estoy contigo.

The rain tapping on the roof
reminds me of every tear
that I have shed for somebody
that I *shouldn't have cried for.

And if I happen to land in your arms
after I fall for your quirks and charms
I thank you first for doing me no harms.

But if you drop me, I must confess
I will love you a tiny bit less.
And if you drop me on a bed,
I might be entirely and mildly mislead
to do things before I don't think with my head.

Chorus
You can't deny
the urge to want to fly
away from time and space
as though you won't feel out of place
and though there may be times you want
to hide away and cry
your feelings of me never seem to die
never seem to die.

Verse
Put me in a chokehold
or maybe in a trance
but I will always be able to see
your quick but subtle glance.
Shoot me with an arrow.
Pierce me with a *****
and even that won't keep
me from missing you.

2nd Verse**
Capture my attention
or on second thought maybe not
and if I try to get yours
I might as well get shot.
Curiosity killed the cat.
That's what they always say.
It sure does keep you and me
in deep dismay.

Not even tea
can quell a
fiery heart.

Some call it eating too much.
I call it **filling the void.

Check under the bed,
in the closet, on the floor,
in the garbage, through the window
and even out the door.

*I need to find myself.

Day after wretched day
my mind carries more and more information
until I can't the burden anymore.
The pain is drilled into me;
My house wreaks of stress;
My poor family is running around
like there is a state of emergency
and I'm just calling out silently,

*"Help me. My mind is flooding."

I wish I knew
which foods are truly
good for me.