I almost miss it when interacting
with others was so simple and care-free,
when love was simple in its mystery,
when it wasn't so hard just to be.

Now it takes so much thought,
everything gained, everything lost,
all of it based on what you sought,
how you rose to the challenge, not

what you let slip on by,
how well you choose to pacify,
all the faults you angrily deny,
and your determination to lie.

Life is not so simple, it all has a reason,
work makes it ample, sloth is personal treason.

The bliss of ignorance only brings the hell of constant fear and limitations.

Hollow in this world of too much,
is there not a hand?
Which way did I turn last,
was it right, did I expand?

I don't know, I can't tell.
I'm all alone, in my head.
There's all these hands,
yet I'm hollow, all I dread.

He can be there for me, with me,
but I still lost everything,
and what about him, what can I do?
It just seems so wrong, nothing.

Here I am, all consumed
by selfish inconsistent thought,
and to add to that, I worry
empty table, what I should have brought.

...yet I'm still trying to decide
what I am, what can I...

Hush, the world tells a secret
there a place I've not been yet,
privacy, a place of no inlet.

It's a tiny little place
where I can have comfort and grace
and disavow this human race.

It's not the people being the problem,
it's the rules and structures that doubt them
with nothing the chance to be a gem.

In my
own mind
I have
the right
to be
the one
I came
to be.

In my
own eyes
I hold
the fools
who came
to see
their rights
stripped free.

You're only without liberty unless you make your life free. Proven innocent, born guilty. Get it in your head, this isn't elementary, apparently, you gotta be a little more active and decisive on the matter of their vindictive poli-tactics. Wake up, hear me out, don't just sit back and let their threat of clout win you. A nation for the people by the people, make it fucking so.

Politicians aren't here to hold your hand and see that you cross the street safely, if it were up to them the car would've hit you already. Buck Fush, he's the biggest bigot, I'd like to show him what poverty is like, scrounging for your daily bread and merely holding by a thread.

Yeah, I don't like the coterie in power, but the difference is, I'm not just sour - I'm going to make it my hour.

Ahh, memories of a more apt pen...

( Through Mine Eyes, orginally published at Mayo Brains on 10/21/05 )

Raining, pouring from the sky,
complaints imploring from my mind,
I never liked this kind of life...

after all,

we're but a line of pawns.

And when the river breaches
and you see your severed riches
that'll be the worry on your mind,
not his house, not mine,
cause we all know better,
don't we, fellow fodder?

I'm not your greatest worry,
I'm not even a great conquest,
you've already cuffed me,
you've already snuffed me,
you're on a mission to reach out
and force feed democracy.

The great U-S of A
right here on display,
come on out and see it
before President Trigger gets pissed
and gifts us a nuclear pit
due to all his
God and shit.

In God We Trust,
oh yes we must,
cause that's all
we have to save us.
Here's a syllabus:
we're fucked.

Hey 'lil nothing,
what's on your mind?
Givin' up trying
to save the blind?

Not yet
it's my regret
that I'm still going
still toying
with a ploy
to save the world...

I am forever
to be continued.
Dot, dot dot.

I set out to make my legacy
with the help of our supremacy
cause I thought this nation free
but I miscalculated the morality
of the voice empowered coterie
with the congenital abnormality
of power, fame, and money.

I don't think they purposefully fucked
the lone forgotten ugly duck
about as known as a collet chuck,
but it's not like they're getting me unstuck,
me, fucked.

Screw free will,
here's a bill
climb the hill
with zero skill,
seek a thrill
take a pill
and call me in the mourning.

Hey you, hear this, fuck it,
I'm not getting in your touniquet,
in your face, have my spit,
I'm not going to submit.
Your fucking world isn't fit
for anyone with half a wit,
so right there, just sit
while I dig your final pit.

Oh do I hear a plea?
You deserve to be free?
This isn't what we agreed?
Your word is pigeon feed,
you're not fit to lead!

To the people, pay heed
in your head, they planted seed
to look to them when in need
to never question, never read
the words that force us to concede.

Don't let them hold you in police state,
let them know you're fucking awake
and obscenely irate
about the laws they create.
They'll tempt you and bait
with positives they overrate,
but don't bite into their cake,
it's stale, empty, and prone to sedate.

Seek out for yourself what's true
cause they're not gonna tell you.
Without question, they'll bull through,
with tracks covered, there'll be no clue
they just left you with the apple of peru
and assigned for you a cage in their zoo.

Don't let it happen,
don't give our nation
to their ideals misshapen.

Every end
gives birth,
every word
seethes death.

And yet
I am content...

Poor and unbridled,
rich in mediocrity,
I am nothing
but am I me?

Does it matter?
Do I care?

Perhaps not.

Perhaps..
a lot...

Overlaid
and underpaid,
ha!
Be me, dismayed,
compromised,
under prized...

Place me on a pedastal,
know I am above it all,
this moment pivotal...

Can you love me...
unconditional?

I am the ladder
that cannot be climbed,
I am the jester
eternally disguised...

You cannot contain me!
I will grow beyond,
go beyond,
your stagnating pond.

Can you hold on?

I've said a few things
you might not like to hear,
but after all,
they are just words -
what about them kindles fear?

It's truth.

If you cringe in the face of it,
dare not fall into the darkest pit,
care not to fail a bit -

then I will break you...

Love and kindness fuels,
but pain builds the engine.
Security is for fools -

but I can make you...

Are you ready for the fires of chaos?
If not...

get off.

You there sitting in the green light
are you all right?
Did your hopes fall,
did your life stall,
do you feel small?

Not quite sane...

Life's too quaint
playing saint
to the irate.
Berate
the liberated,
never sit still
for the second rated
hated
out-dated
ill-fated.

I'm not here
to be a nothing,
sit and drink beer
in trendy clothing.
Your sun is setting
retching
your throat I'm clutching...

Breathe bitch,
drink the air,
seethe wench,
fight for fear...
because it drives you,
kills you,
invigorates

the world.

Reach for that lime light
spot light
true life.
Step on heads
if it gets you there,
be a leader
to the ambitionless
faceless
nothings of this nation.

It's up to you...
seek the true.

There is this void I cannot fill,
there is this love that only drills
deeper into me,
drugged by your pill.

Hey what is happening,
I was just starting to sing,
now I'm all lost inside,
caught up on this new thing.

You know you've left me jaded,
everything else just faded,
and all I see is you
with my every care traded.

I'm not superwoman,
I'm not Ms. Jolie and,
I'm not everything but,
I'll do the best I can,

and all of it for you.

All of it for you.

And forever for you.

I'm not so sure anymore
what life's lookin' for
or where the exit is
oh hey hold that door.

Greener pastures you know
part of ebb and flow,
and if you can't be there for me,
I'll find the world to see!

But as I'm afraid
I stay empty yet laid,
is that what I want,
overlooked and underpaid?

There're other fish in the sea,
maybe there's one there for me,
but will I keep looking back
and wonder what could have been...

Real...

You...

And me...

It goes deeper,
than it seems.

I need...

you...

for me...

And then everything,
just might be alright.

I'd do everything for you,
don't see this hell I'm through?!
You're ripping me to peices
just by being you!

Tomorrow,
I'll hold you,
and I'll forget
I ever thought this,
but if that tomorrow...

...never comes...

That is what will break me.