<< Collapse In A Way
The old classical minds made up music in their heads...
To live on through out time, those beats cheated the dead...
But were there any beats? 'Cause it was mostly without drum...
(There was that boy named Ruba who played tuba with his thumbs)...
A symbol crash near the end, (melody in half time)...
Before true music is created there is nothing of it's kind...
Ideas come to me when I have no pen to put my chickens in...
counted them before they hatched with a bag to store my pick'ns in...
dissect my thoughts like a butcher who should have been a nun...
preach to the converted about making life more fun...
Tear this world apart and find millions of little devils...
push away the soundman fix all his messed up levels...
Tell you all that means all to me but then I'd have to lie...
A far cry from myself when I first met the catcher in the rye...
world full of so called phonies all trying to get by...
And me pretending mostly that I've got something in my eye...
People mean so much to me but I can't keep up with all of them...
What would the world be like if we were connected at the brain stem...
At home within your own head...
Alone when you're in mine...
Shit! Was this a race?
Anybody keeping time?
Take three steps facing backwards...
And I'll catch you when you fall...
Place you on the ground and start you off in a slow crawl...
Send me off with altered mindset and backpack full of spraypaint..
Dress me up in woolen clothing, I'll be looking like a stray saint...
I'll find my first blank wall and sign my made up name...
My task will be complete when all walls are the same...
You don't know the half of it...
And I don't know the other...
Will you leave me alone if I begin to mutter..
When you're not in front of me I put you in deep freeze...
So that you will never change unless I hear your name in the breeze...
In a way we're all blazing our own trail
Making our chain mail
starring past the window sill?
In a way we're all writing our own tales
waiting to exhale
hitching rides on widowed snail
In a way we're all claiming to be fine
Following street signs
Filling in the outlines
In a way we're all dimming our own shine
rolling down inclines
using up the coal mines
In a way we're all walking on thin ice
searching for gold dice
stopping here to think twice
In a way we're all setting our own price
cooking our own rice
picking a new vice
In a way we don't know what we're doing...
in a way we do...
I'm not sure which scares me more...
so I'll slip out sideways through this open door. << Collapse In A Way
The old classical minds made up music in their heads...
To live on through out time, those beats cheated the dead...
But were there any beats? 'Cause it was mostly without drum...
(There was that boy named Ruba who played tuba with his thumbs)...
A symbol crash near the end, (melody in half time)...
Before true music is created there is nothing of it's kind...
Ideas come to me when I have no pen to put my chickens in...
counted them before they hatched with a bag to store my pick'ns in...
dissect my thoughts like a butcher who should have been a nun...
preach to the converted about making life more fun...
Tear this world apart and find millions of little devils...
push away the soundman fix all his messed up levels...
Tell you all that means all to me but then I'd have to lie...
A far cry from myself when I first met the catcher in the rye...
world full of so called phonies all trying to get by...
And me pretending mostly that I've got something in my eye...
People mean so much to me but I can't keep up with all of them...
What would the world be like if we were connected at the brain stem...
At home within your own head...
Alone when you're in mine...
Shit! Was this a race?
Anybody keeping time?
Take three steps facing backwards...
And I'll catch you when you fall...
Place you on the ground and start you off in a slow crawl...
Send me off with altered mindset and backpack full of spraypaint..
Dress me up in woolen clothing, I'll be looking like a stray saint...
I'll find my first blank wall and sign my made up name...
My task will be complete when all walls are the same...
You don't know the half of it...
And I don't know the other...
Will you leave me alone if I begin to mutter..
When you're not in front of me I put you in deep freeze...
So that you will never change unless I hear your name in the breeze...
In a way we're all blazing our own trail
Making our chain mail
starring past the window sill?
In a way we're all writing our own tales
waiting to exhale
hitching rides on widowed snail
In a way we're all claiming to be fine
Following street signs
Filling in the outlines
In a way we're all dimming our own shine
rolling down inclines
using up the coal mines
In a way we're all walking on thin ice
searching for gold dice
stopping here to think twice
In a way we're all setting our own price
cooking our own rice
picking a new vice
In a way we don't know what we're doing...
in a way we do...
I'm not sure which scares me more...
so I'll slip out sideways through this open door. << Collapse In A Way
<< Collapse (Guilty) Invocations
How did I get from the womb
to this room?
Why can't I spend all my time
watching the flowers bloom
I don't like the feeling of wasting my own time
then I watch the others and they don't seem to mind
My path not set in stone I chose at such an early age
I'd rather watch the others from outside of my made up cage
So I growl and scowl
'cause I'm in a fowl mood
I want to laugh at my situation
'cause I think I'm getting screwed
In comparison to others
I don't have it all that bad
But I'm sick of these comparisons
sick of feeling guilty when I'm sad
Even now I should be working
On a project that I hate
If I thought like my co-workers
I'd be staying in 'till eight
I just spent more time on this rhyme than I ever have for work
It's enough to make you smirk
'cause I could have been a clerk
a soda jerk
or an artist with a quirk
It's too much for me to handle
as I burn the middle of the candle
When the flame has burnt right through it
there will be 4 sides to burn
Then I'll split myself in half
and ask for nothing in return
One side of me will go to work
the other side will play
And we'll divvy up our treasures
at the end of every day
He'll bring the cash and the commitment
I'll be the reason to his rhyme
As I search the world for answers
he'll be punished for my crimes
Is there no rest for the wicked?
I sleep fairly well at night
But sometimes I get nightmares
these are fears my mind recites
I'm really not this bitter
I just need to get this out
If I didn't have this medium
I'd want to scream and shout
So how did I get from the womb
to this room?
And how long will it be
'till I'm lying in my tomb
There are so many things that scare me
in this world designed for hate
I'm not a morning person
So I'm destined to be late
The path of least resistance
wasn't chosen by my fate
Apathy took over
as I waited for my soul mate
If only I was selfish
I'd get so much more done
But life without the others
wouldn't really be much fun
I wish my voice was deeper
and I wish it didn't squeak
But it's the one I've got
so with it I will speak
I try to understand them
the others in this world
The things they do (the way they act)
is often too absurd
They tie themselves in bullshit
and ropes not made of twine
They mute their lips with anger
and gargle turpentine
It's not a competition
we're all trying to get by
But you can really hurt me
with those daggers from your eyes
Friendship based on circumstance
and love that's based on looks
And what of those of cops and clergy
turning out to be the crooks?
So were these rhymes just selfish
or do you also feel this way?
'Cause that's all that really matters
at the end of every day
Interactions what I want
of the human kind
Teach me all those things
you've got stored up inside your mind
I what to learn all these ideas
that you now take for granted
Then we'll grab some from my brain
and to yours they'll be transplanted << Collapse (Guilty) Invocations
How did I get from the womb
to this room?
Why can't I spend all my time
watching the flowers bloom
I don't like the feeling of wasting my own time
then I watch the others and they don't seem to mind
My path not set in stone I chose at such an early age
I'd rather watch the others from outside of my made up cage
So I growl and scowl
'cause I'm in a fowl mood
I want to laugh at my situation
'cause I think I'm getting screwed
In comparison to others
I don't have it all that bad
But I'm sick of these comparisons
sick of feeling guilty when I'm sad
Even now I should be working
On a project that I hate
If I thought like my co-workers
I'd be staying in 'till eight
I just spent more time on this rhyme than I ever have for work
It's enough to make you smirk
'cause I could have been a clerk
a soda jerk
or an artist with a quirk
It's too much for me to handle
as I burn the middle of the candle
When the flame has burnt right through it
there will be 4 sides to burn
Then I'll split myself in half
and ask for nothing in return
One side of me will go to work
the other side will play
And we'll divvy up our treasures
at the end of every day
He'll bring the cash and the commitment
I'll be the reason to his rhyme
As I search the world for answers
he'll be punished for my crimes
Is there no rest for the wicked?
I sleep fairly well at night
But sometimes I get nightmares
these are fears my mind recites
I'm really not this bitter
I just need to get this out
If I didn't have this medium
I'd want to scream and shout
So how did I get from the womb
to this room?
And how long will it be
'till I'm lying in my tomb
There are so many things that scare me
in this world designed for hate
I'm not a morning person
So I'm destined to be late
The path of least resistance
wasn't chosen by my fate
Apathy took over
as I waited for my soul mate
If only I was selfish
I'd get so much more done
But life without the others
wouldn't really be much fun
I wish my voice was deeper
and I wish it didn't squeak
But it's the one I've got
so with it I will speak
I try to understand them
the others in this world
The things they do (the way they act)
is often too absurd
They tie themselves in bullshit
and ropes not made of twine
They mute their lips with anger
and gargle turpentine
It's not a competition
we're all trying to get by
But you can really hurt me
with those daggers from your eyes
Friendship based on circumstance
and love that's based on looks
And what of those of cops and clergy
turning out to be the crooks?
So were these rhymes just selfish
or do you also feel this way?
'Cause that's all that really matters
at the end of every day
Interactions what I want
of the human kind
Teach me all those things
you've got stored up inside your mind
I what to learn all these ideas
that you now take for granted
Then we'll grab some from my brain
and to yours they'll be transplanted << Collapse (Guilty) Invocations
<< Collapse Honey
Freestyles were flowing faster than honey after a 30 second trip in the microwave.
The vibe was closer to the heart than a triple blade close shave.
A room full of best friends that just haven't met yet.
Time card stamped with more flight hours than the jet set.
An exercise to the reader is presented in these words.
We can learn to grow together like the total of three thirds.
Inspiration comes from movement (boredom comes from standing still).
I'll start my own multinational with the goal of branding chill.
Live a life of short vignettes with a million guest directors,
who will help you stay on path like civilian quest protectors.
An attempt to learn from others and our own homemade mistakes.
The past is often too rich and yet protected like chrome sprayed Swiss cakes. << Collapse Honey
Freestyles were flowing faster than honey after a 30 second trip in the microwave.
The vibe was closer to the heart than a triple blade close shave.
A room full of best friends that just haven't met yet.
Time card stamped with more flight hours than the jet set.
An exercise to the reader is presented in these words.
We can learn to grow together like the total of three thirds.
Inspiration comes from movement (boredom comes from standing still).
I'll start my own multinational with the goal of branding chill.
Live a life of short vignettes with a million guest directors,
who will help you stay on path like civilian quest protectors.
An attempt to learn from others and our own homemade mistakes.
The past is often too rich and yet protected like chrome sprayed Swiss cakes. << Collapse Honey
<< Collapse Taking Cover
Pepsi and Cocaine
Hair loss and Rogaine
Ultra fast airplanes and mystery back pains
Narcotic fueled joys
Really Loud Noise
A world full of toys that employs angry Boys
TVs in schools
Too many rules
Fools using jewels as their tools to be cool
Ads taking over
No time to smell clover
This musical lover is gonna have to take cover
Factory Children
Government Amens
Me once again with no ink my new pen
We wish we could know more
We wish we could score more
It's easy to stay in the room when there's no door
Plastic made land-mines
Tourist filled old shrines
I'm signing on lines to define my own confines
Some get enlightened
Bars they are heightened
We darken and lighten our skin when we're frightened
Cultural Wholesale
Sorting through junk mail
Banging the nail on this trail to my own jail
Nose to the grind.
Your eyes going blind.
You need to align your own mind. Time to unwind.
Come and sit down
Put on your own crown
Then walk through town with your eyes to the ground
Your next to bat
The landscape's all flat
I really wish that all doors had a welcome mat
A wide variety of anxieties
stealing my sobriety in this society
I want to fight back by I don't have the time
It's enough of a struggle controlling my mind
There are really long lines
and there are too many kinds
of fast food
and not enough words to describe my own mood
To the TV your glued
salivating over the not quite nude
watching as others feud
wishing it was you being viewed
I not really a prude
maybe my thoughts are all skewed
The world's in a bad mood
our morals are still crude
One day my whole body will be tattooed
with this poem and I'll still be misconstrued << Collapse Taking Cover
Pepsi and Cocaine
Hair loss and Rogaine
Ultra fast airplanes and mystery back pains
Narcotic fueled joys
Really Loud Noise
A world full of toys that employs angry Boys
TVs in schools
Too many rules
Fools using jewels as their tools to be cool
Ads taking over
No time to smell clover
This musical lover is gonna have to take cover
Factory Children
Government Amens
Me once again with no ink my new pen
We wish we could know more
We wish we could score more
It's easy to stay in the room when there's no door
Plastic made land-mines
Tourist filled old shrines
I'm signing on lines to define my own confines
Some get enlightened
Bars they are heightened
We darken and lighten our skin when we're frightened
Cultural Wholesale
Sorting through junk mail
Banging the nail on this trail to my own jail
Nose to the grind.
Your eyes going blind.
You need to align your own mind. Time to unwind.
Come and sit down
Put on your own crown
Then walk through town with your eyes to the ground
Your next to bat
The landscape's all flat
I really wish that all doors had a welcome mat
A wide variety of anxieties
stealing my sobriety in this society
I want to fight back by I don't have the time
It's enough of a struggle controlling my mind
There are really long lines
and there are too many kinds
of fast food
and not enough words to describe my own mood
To the TV your glued
salivating over the not quite nude
watching as others feud
wishing it was you being viewed
I not really a prude
maybe my thoughts are all skewed
The world's in a bad mood
our morals are still crude
One day my whole body will be tattooed
with this poem and I'll still be misconstrued << Collapse Taking Cover
<< Collapse Pieces of you
Last night was another inspiration
Smiles coaxed out by others' perspiration
Sound in the form of wave vibrations
The beat breaks to add anticipation
Dopey grin (too literate)
Mental garbage cleaned (don't litter it)
Trade it in for a better fit
Like paused gold (glitter in a bit)
Live your life inside out
Sick of certainty? Try doubt
A soul sold without a shout
Lack of rain leads to drought
Word association can be a lyrical contagion
Brain scrubbed green with leaf abrasion
A world obsessed with the equation
money = happiness?
I hope you won't be having this!
What you posses is not a sign of your success
Thoughts when suppressed build into inner stress
Giant jar sits on top of fridge
Holds ideas that don't make it over the bridge
Some people call it an edge... some people call it a ridge
We remain essentially the same when we become abridged
Hypocritical hypochondriac (the disease is in the mind)
Like a continental solider not looking forward but behind
Eyes flung over my shoulders I am essentially blind
The closer you hold her the greater ease of intertwine
The sad dance of the lone marionette
Lines strung from limbs to fingers that have only known regret
Solo shadow silhouette attempts to break from this string threat
Someone else controls your movements (Often something we forget)
Rhymes come from left field (right out of the blue)
My friends are my shield (inspired by each one of you)
So keep your eyes peeled (you can quote me... it's true)
Once quoted (revealed) thoughts will undoubtedly skew
Peace to the pieces that were...
are...
and will be you. << Collapse Pieces of you
Last night was another inspiration
Smiles coaxed out by others' perspiration
Sound in the form of wave vibrations
The beat breaks to add anticipation
Dopey grin (too literate)
Mental garbage cleaned (don't litter it)
Trade it in for a better fit
Like paused gold (glitter in a bit)
Live your life inside out
Sick of certainty? Try doubt
A soul sold without a shout
Lack of rain leads to drought
Word association can be a lyrical contagion
Brain scrubbed green with leaf abrasion
A world obsessed with the equation
money = happiness?
I hope you won't be having this!
What you posses is not a sign of your success
Thoughts when suppressed build into inner stress
Giant jar sits on top of fridge
Holds ideas that don't make it over the bridge
Some people call it an edge... some people call it a ridge
We remain essentially the same when we become abridged
Hypocritical hypochondriac (the disease is in the mind)
Like a continental solider not looking forward but behind
Eyes flung over my shoulders I am essentially blind
The closer you hold her the greater ease of intertwine
The sad dance of the lone marionette
Lines strung from limbs to fingers that have only known regret
Solo shadow silhouette attempts to break from this string threat
Someone else controls your movements (Often something we forget)
Rhymes come from left field (right out of the blue)
My friends are my shield (inspired by each one of you)
So keep your eyes peeled (you can quote me... it's true)
Once quoted (revealed) thoughts will undoubtedly skew
Peace to the pieces that were...
are...
and will be you. << Collapse Pieces of you
<< Collapse Flyer Than An Eagle
Friday is the day
And tonight will be the night
Please don't come if you're afraid of heights
I'm flyer than an eagle (like buck 65)
Every morning when I wake up I'm thankful to be alive
I talk more shit than a mouth made of ass
my car consumes money converted into gas
Each hour on the hour I question my own life
I'll stop my own screaming when vocal cords meet knife
I'll let you in on a secret... (I know the meaning of it all)
Life ain't a meat market... more like a masquerade ball
'Cause we are all hiding in these custom costumes that we sew
patterning our lives after a television show
The show in return is a caricature of our fall
from graceland searching for the king... Shouting: "yes yes y'all!"
Some say that time heals all wounds but I think time wounds all heels
of these battered old shoes that I'm not even sure are real
I look forward to yesterday's news when it's new again
I look back to tomorrow's review to debut and then
I take off the mask that I wear every day
and I put on another and sing the blues anyways
I've got so many choices, but no will to choose
sure you can pour me a coke, but please spike it with booze
watching smoke rings shoot from the back of a truck
broke all of my mirrors (7 years bad luck)
My wrist feels real strange when time isn't strapped to it
If I don't lay off the vinyl I'm gonna scratch through it
I'd risk it all for one moment of clarity
I write all of my rhymes with a hint of sincerity << Collapse Flyer Than An Eagle
Friday is the day
And tonight will be the night
Please don't come if you're afraid of heights
I'm flyer than an eagle (like buck 65)
Every morning when I wake up I'm thankful to be alive
I talk more shit than a mouth made of ass
my car consumes money converted into gas
Each hour on the hour I question my own life
I'll stop my own screaming when vocal cords meet knife
I'll let you in on a secret... (I know the meaning of it all)
Life ain't a meat market... more like a masquerade ball
'Cause we are all hiding in these custom costumes that we sew
patterning our lives after a television show
The show in return is a caricature of our fall
from graceland searching for the king... Shouting: "yes yes y'all!"
Some say that time heals all wounds but I think time wounds all heels
of these battered old shoes that I'm not even sure are real
I look forward to yesterday's news when it's new again
I look back to tomorrow's review to debut and then
I take off the mask that I wear every day
and I put on another and sing the blues anyways
I've got so many choices, but no will to choose
sure you can pour me a coke, but please spike it with booze
watching smoke rings shoot from the back of a truck
broke all of my mirrors (7 years bad luck)
My wrist feels real strange when time isn't strapped to it
If I don't lay off the vinyl I'm gonna scratch through it
I'd risk it all for one moment of clarity
I write all of my rhymes with a hint of sincerity << Collapse Flyer Than An Eagle
<< Collapse Another glance at SHE and HE
THEY had just met.
HE, wearing suit, tie; briefcase in hand.
SHE, wearing flower-print dress, necklace; purse in hand.
"You remind me", says HE, "of you".
"So I am told", says SHE, "by you".
THEY begin to walk:
HE, holding HIS briefcase like it was HER hand.
SHE, holding HER purse like it was HIS hand.
THEY walk without speaking for some time. Hand in hand in mind.
HE opens HIS mouth to say something. Nothing comes out.
SHE sees HIS open mouth and it makes HER yawn.
S
i
d
e
w
a
y
s glances.
"Look!", says SHE as SHE points.
THEY watch as a large crane slowly lowers a steeple onto a now finished church.
"Complete!", says HE.
THEY play at being cranes. What fun it is to dream of strength and amazement.
"Do you think that you might love me?", says SHE.
"How can that be?", says HE.
"Love at first sight", says SHE.
Silence. Deep breathes. Pupils widen. Corners of lips curl.
"What does love feel like?", says HE.
"Like the opposite of a stomach ache", says SHE, "only more pleasant."
"I feel full", says HE, "but I think that is lunch."
THEY play at being lovers.
What fun it is to dream. << Collapse Another glance at SHE and HE
THEY had just met.
HE, wearing suit, tie; briefcase in hand.
SHE, wearing flower-print dress, necklace; purse in hand.
"You remind me", says HE, "of you".
"So I am told", says SHE, "by you".
THEY begin to walk:
HE, holding HIS briefcase like it was HER hand.
SHE, holding HER purse like it was HIS hand.
THEY walk without speaking for some time. Hand in hand in mind.
HE opens HIS mouth to say something. Nothing comes out.
SHE sees HIS open mouth and it makes HER yawn.
S
i
d
e
w
a
y
s glances.
"Look!", says SHE as SHE points.
THEY watch as a large crane slowly lowers a steeple onto a now finished church.
"Complete!", says HE.
THEY play at being cranes. What fun it is to dream of strength and amazement.
"Do you think that you might love me?", says SHE.
"How can that be?", says HE.
"Love at first sight", says SHE.
Silence. Deep breathes. Pupils widen. Corners of lips curl.
"What does love feel like?", says HE.
"Like the opposite of a stomach ache", says SHE, "only more pleasant."
"I feel full", says HE, "but I think that is lunch."
THEY play at being lovers.
What fun it is to dream. << Collapse Another glance at SHE and HE
<< Collapse Ritual
the hour is half empty
your stomach should be half full
your skin could be rather itchy after that scrubbing with steel wool
but the wool was never stolen
and time's only in your head
counting down the seconds until you're finally dead
the first meeting's at the church
the second, at the hidden hill
you bring the sacrifice and I'll bring the suicide pill
wear only the essentials
leave your ID back at home
the Armageddon suit is made entirely of foam
memorize the words of ritual
cross your heart and hope to fly
near the end of our ceremony you should see something in the sky
they are coming here to save us
bringing peace, happiness and joy
we can only take one child and it better be a boy
in their world there is no money
so before the ship you mount
transfer all your savings into this numbered account
on earth you live in terror
a world of fear made by your mind
you once asked me why I cared, (I was only being kind)
I knew you needed something
I'm your saviour and your knight
the final act might be painful but don't put up a fight
once the act is over
they will bring you into their lives
remember in their world you get to have 3 wives
so now I bid you farewell
I have many more to save
now you'll finally taste the greener grass that I know you crave << Collapse Ritual
the hour is half empty
your stomach should be half full
your skin could be rather itchy after that scrubbing with steel wool
but the wool was never stolen
and time's only in your head
counting down the seconds until you're finally dead
the first meeting's at the church
the second, at the hidden hill
you bring the sacrifice and I'll bring the suicide pill
wear only the essentials
leave your ID back at home
the Armageddon suit is made entirely of foam
memorize the words of ritual
cross your heart and hope to fly
near the end of our ceremony you should see something in the sky
they are coming here to save us
bringing peace, happiness and joy
we can only take one child and it better be a boy
in their world there is no money
so before the ship you mount
transfer all your savings into this numbered account
on earth you live in terror
a world of fear made by your mind
you once asked me why I cared, (I was only being kind)
I knew you needed something
I'm your saviour and your knight
the final act might be painful but don't put up a fight
once the act is over
they will bring you into their lives
remember in their world you get to have 3 wives
so now I bid you farewell
I have many more to save
now you'll finally taste the greener grass that I know you crave << Collapse Ritual
<< Collapse Standing outside with one foot in the rain
It all started with a quest for the perfect felt-tipped marker
The rain began to pour, as the sky grew ever darker
My final destination was unknown, from the start and at the finish line
You can have your own opinions, as long as they don't diminish mine
My quest became a timeline, with it's own rhythmic heart beat
I've been taking notes along the way, written in quick setting concrete
We battle fear on every front, but mostly from within
The plastic gods we pray to, tell us to bare it with a grin
Now that I am my own worst enemy, who is left for me the blame?
I'm writing up a short list and taking careful aim
You spent your life searching for the answers to the questions no one asks
You work->play->love->rest->eat->repeat all wearing different masks
You bottle all your deepest fears and store them on that shelf
You hide your quest for honesty but only from yourself
Life is one long countdown that you're running in your head.
6->5->4->3->2->1 What exactly do you dread?
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow boy
When you meet your double
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow Boy
Digging through the rubble
You feel guilty for all that you have done and for thoughts stuck in your mind.
wink->smile->chat->laugh->compliment It's not easy being kind.
You accept all your friends' problems and you want to help them out.
When you're with a girl though, one flaw's enough to make you doubt.
You say you know all about the one who'll lie down there beside you
Eyes->hair->height->smile->attitude now you just have to find her
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow boy
When you meet your double
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow Boy
Digging through the rubble << Collapse Standing outside with one foot in the rain
It all started with a quest for the perfect felt-tipped marker
The rain began to pour, as the sky grew ever darker
My final destination was unknown, from the start and at the finish line
You can have your own opinions, as long as they don't diminish mine
My quest became a timeline, with it's own rhythmic heart beat
I've been taking notes along the way, written in quick setting concrete
We battle fear on every front, but mostly from within
The plastic gods we pray to, tell us to bare it with a grin
Now that I am my own worst enemy, who is left for me the blame?
I'm writing up a short list and taking careful aim
You spent your life searching for the answers to the questions no one asks
You work->play->love->rest->eat->repeat all wearing different masks
You bottle all your deepest fears and store them on that shelf
You hide your quest for honesty but only from yourself
Life is one long countdown that you're running in your head.
6->5->4->3->2->1 What exactly do you dread?
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow boy
When you meet your double
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow Boy
Digging through the rubble
You feel guilty for all that you have done and for thoughts stuck in your mind.
wink->smile->chat->laugh->compliment It's not easy being kind.
You accept all your friends' problems and you want to help them out.
When you're with a girl though, one flaw's enough to make you doubt.
You say you know all about the one who'll lie down there beside you
Eyes->hair->height->smile->attitude now you just have to find her
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow boy
When you meet your double
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow Boy
Digging through the rubble << Collapse Standing outside with one foot in the rain
<< Collapse Angel
I'm in jail with an angel
yet I still can't see our jail cell...
I stole his halo years ago
he's counting backwards... (7 fears to go!)
I guard this shiny ring I took
it hangs around my neck
I sleep with one eye open
in case he tries to steal it back
I wake early every morning
and he greets me with a glare
I tried to put this all behind us
(he's really being quite unfair!)
There was once another in this coop
but he is long since gone
he used to whisper in the angel's ear
so I played him as my pawn
On that fateful night
with my chess piece fast asleep
I took the angel aside
I spun a tale about a black sheep
"oh dear angel let me tell you
about our sleeping friend
he has committed unspeakable horrors
the poor children had no chance to defend"
By the time that I was through with him
the angel was enraged
he did not want this evil man
to share room in our cage
Next a strange thing happened
when the angels hands were red
I watched as his large halo
slowly fell from off his head
So it was mine for the taking
but it wasn't worth the price
For I have no use for halos
locked up here in this device << Collapse Angel
I'm in jail with an angel
yet I still can't see our jail cell...
I stole his halo years ago
he's counting backwards... (7 fears to go!)
I guard this shiny ring I took
it hangs around my neck
I sleep with one eye open
in case he tries to steal it back
I wake early every morning
and he greets me with a glare
I tried to put this all behind us
(he's really being quite unfair!)
There was once another in this coop
but he is long since gone
he used to whisper in the angel's ear
so I played him as my pawn
On that fateful night
with my chess piece fast asleep
I took the angel aside
I spun a tale about a black sheep
"oh dear angel let me tell you
about our sleeping friend
he has committed unspeakable horrors
the poor children had no chance to defend"
By the time that I was through with him
the angel was enraged
he did not want this evil man
to share room in our cage
Next a strange thing happened
when the angels hands were red
I watched as his large halo
slowly fell from off his head
So it was mine for the taking
but it wasn't worth the price
For I have no use for halos
locked up here in this device << Collapse Angel
<< Collapse When dreams dream
I lie silently
Waiting and watching a world that I do not understand
and I do not care to
An emerald cushion of grass stretches out from beneath me
I can feel it through my clothes
on my skin
it holds me softly as I lie here
looking up at a sea of light blues and soft whites
always changing
In the not so distant distance I hear the sound of water kissing sand
and innocent laughter
The warmth of the sun and the cooling breeze wrestle for my skin's attention
the sun is winning
I breathe in deeply through my nose
wishing that my lungs would never reach capacity
Thoughts glide through my head
much quicker than the clouds drifting above me
Ideas branch out
like the trees I know are so close by
but out of view
I close my eyes to daydream
but I cannot think of any place or time better than this
so I dream of now
of here << Collapse When dreams dream
I lie silently
Waiting and watching a world that I do not understand
and I do not care to
An emerald cushion of grass stretches out from beneath me
I can feel it through my clothes
on my skin
it holds me softly as I lie here
looking up at a sea of light blues and soft whites
always changing
In the not so distant distance I hear the sound of water kissing sand
and innocent laughter
The warmth of the sun and the cooling breeze wrestle for my skin's attention
the sun is winning
I breathe in deeply through my nose
wishing that my lungs would never reach capacity
Thoughts glide through my head
much quicker than the clouds drifting above me
Ideas branch out
like the trees I know are so close by
but out of view
I close my eyes to daydream
but I cannot think of any place or time better than this
so I dream of now
of here << Collapse When dreams dream
<< Collapse Look
If I lied about everything, would that make it less real?
Do you really have to live it in order to feel?
I feel sorry for the suffering I see on TV.
But inside I'm glad that it's them and not me.
Most often I will analyse to the Nth degree
and yet I fall in love with dreams so easily. (Or is it more like tripping?)
I search the want ads for the perfect newspaper clipping.
If I daydream at school does that mean that I'm skipping?
I skip out on responsibility and I side step through doors.
Would I be more of a man if I had fought in a war?
United we stand.
Divided we fall.
But would I need others if I grew really tall?
Sometimes I wonder if I got the short end of the stick.
You'll buy me ice cream but I'll refuse to lick.
I bite down. (Is that the bitter taste of success?)
Double the C and double the S.
And you would never guess
that I could wrap electricians tape around itself
and make something that resembles a bullet.
I built it.
But they did not come.
I don't take candy from strangers
as a rule of thumb.
So many guidelines to follow as we wander through life.
Don't steal.
Don't murder.
Don't cheat on your wife.
In a world that values form over function,
you can always stop the trial with an injunction.
At least that what I learned watching Ally McBeal.
(An anorexic lawyer in a court of appeal.)
If I lied about everything, would that make it less real?
Do you really have to live it in order to feel? << Collapse Look
If I lied about everything, would that make it less real?
Do you really have to live it in order to feel?
I feel sorry for the suffering I see on TV.
But inside I'm glad that it's them and not me.
Most often I will analyse to the Nth degree
and yet I fall in love with dreams so easily. (Or is it more like tripping?)
I search the want ads for the perfect newspaper clipping.
If I daydream at school does that mean that I'm skipping?
I skip out on responsibility and I side step through doors.
Would I be more of a man if I had fought in a war?
United we stand.
Divided we fall.
But would I need others if I grew really tall?
Sometimes I wonder if I got the short end of the stick.
You'll buy me ice cream but I'll refuse to lick.
I bite down. (Is that the bitter taste of success?)
Double the C and double the S.
And you would never guess
that I could wrap electricians tape around itself
and make something that resembles a bullet.
I built it.
But they did not come.
I don't take candy from strangers
as a rule of thumb.
So many guidelines to follow as we wander through life.
Don't steal.
Don't murder.
Don't cheat on your wife.
In a world that values form over function,
you can always stop the trial with an injunction.
At least that what I learned watching Ally McBeal.
(An anorexic lawyer in a court of appeal.)
If I lied about everything, would that make it less real?
Do you really have to live it in order to feel? << Collapse Look