Archive for February 2008
The Princes of the Paupers
If I could take this excess life and harness it then you wouldn’t sleep thirsty tonight.
Where I live there is such a thing as too much good.
You can find it on the ground or in the wrong colored trash bin.
I’d take this infernal machine and blow it up with its own blood so you could sleep sound.
I’d tear down all that touches the sky and all who wish to at the expense of you.
Cities would be flattened. The villages would rise.
“Every dream you’ve dreamt, you bought.”
There are places in the world where the lights don’t work.
Places where money’s worse than tight.
There are places where the rain never pours.
Where they don’t eat or sleep at night.
All for our designer clothes.
All for a nation on designer drugs.
Places where the citizens kill to learn.
Not shoot up their schools in an attempt to burn an image into the news watchers brains of a supposed problem of bullys and scars.
Cry baby, cry.
They don’t fight to fight.
Their words are for speaking. For communication. For life.
Words of real pain, hunger and strife.
Places where they’d kill for food to eat.
But there are places where they kill food for looks and frolic.
People with toys under their pillows that pray for a fight; Sick.
A land that was mis-labeled “Free.”
Where they punish people for their “wrong” creed.
Or place of descent, their blood, their inversion.
“There’s really no bigger thought of perversion.”
Selfless acts taken for granted by “self.”
All that is wrong. All that is wrong.
A time when there are places too close to hell.
All that is wrong. All that is wrong.
Places where you are better off stuck in a cell.
All that is wrong. All that is wrong.
A time and a place where nobody’s well.
All that is wrong. All that is…
…Tied around your neck while you sleep in your house.
On a Spanish named street in the poshest of towns.
A sign of the wealth and the money you bring.
Your car, your shoes, the body you’re in.
It’s a place where the streets are paved in gold.
Laced with diamonds, from a cave, where they’re sold.
So that you can look pretty with the blood that you stole
from the diggers who have been digging since they were 4 years old.
Thanks, Dallas
And it seems the truth of it all means that we are all liars.
And the liars always have the most beautiful smiles.
How else can they hide honesty?
Hearts are all the same.
Yours no different than mine.
But it’s how we choose to act on it all that makes us… us.
If trust is like blood to a heart then lies are like water in your lungs.
Look at you. Those gorgeous eyes. Those cute dimples.
Blind are we.
Blind.
If only I could take you into further into time,
So you could see what really gets you far.
Above the Sky there are Sparks of Life.
Where did it go?
…whatever was holding me up?
I don’t feel.
The sky’s still blue and the trees sway while the wind pushes life around the air.
But where’s that purpose and reason?
…the door opener to the skies?
I still see the beauty.
I just can’t feel it.
Everything They Thought They Wanted
Farther back, it looks.
What a perspective.
The lights are little raindrops of life on a desert city of death.
Our city: buildings planted into our hills like sticks in dirt.
But they’re so alive.
They dance to a beat//
The beat here ticks a little faster.
The clocks are pushed ahead,
their hands tied up in the future.
Each light has a tale, an owner, a fight.
One day I’ll have one
And it will shine bright.
Fight.Care.Save.Live.Breathe.
I move with my own tune, tempo, rhythm.
It’s a little slower,
but I swear it sees more.
Stop to think.
Stop to breathe.
Stop to smell, and taste and see,
All that we are surrounded by.
All the beauty in the world.
I wish for you to take it from the outside.
Look in.
I see peace and positivity.
And hurt and pain.
Hate and evil.
Dead and alive.
Love.
And all the people searching for it.
We are all the same people looking for the all same thing.
As I move closer to this ocean I see you.
Standing there, cold and winded.
If only you would have stopped to breathe before.
Stopped to see what you had been missing.
“If only” is too late but now is forever.
Speak of this to the others.
There’s a long way to go before they realize the lights
and the buildings and cities are nothing more than…
22
And you’re a glimmer of hope.
Like a light at the end of the tunnel.
And maybe I’m sorry?
Because there’s not much holding me back anymore
from getting my hands dirty.
Thoughts and ideals are cute for show.
In practice they become strained and difficult.
But that never mattered ’till now.
And I’m at a crossroads.
It seems there is not much reason anymore to stick to my path.
Why not go down this road? The road we will all take but I have hesitated to walk on.
Why not?
Truthfully, because I know there’s something better.
Something I have witnessed and felt. That something has kept me here.
Time ridicules patience.
I’m seeing it turn red.
I dream a lot of dreams and I think a lot of things.
Oh, how I’d like to let myself go.
But I hold on to you like that glimmer of hope that you are.
Like a child does a balloon.
And it’s hard to let go because what you wanted goes flying away.
And you may not always be the reason why I stay,
but right now you are.
And I’m scared to fail the transition
and give up all of my wishes.
I do this for me and only me.
So, I don’t ask for a damn thing.
I’m not sure I want to lose my way.
But how much longer shall I wait?
Don’t justify.
Don’t justify yourself for anyone
because they just won’t understand.
Never explain or give reason.
You are who you are because that’s who you are.
And it doesn’t matter how you got there or why,
Because you’re already there and that’s not changing.
So, the people that love you will accept what you give them.
And the people who don’t care will attempt to figure you out.
For I am me and simply me.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
my face, my eyes,
my ears.
Test it. It’s stronger than you might think.
Regardless of the many people who need to understand,
I stand here the loneliest.
At the end of the day it’s only me who can comprehend me.
I long for the day that someone else does.
City
Oh, how I love this city.
But because there must be something more.
What more could you want?
I can stand here, on the top of this frozen mountain and see the ocean, blue and calm.
But the people here are as cold as the ground I step on.
It’s hard to find yourself here while everyone’s staring.
It’s hard to find yourself when everyone looks the same.
We are all the same.
Not a smile on their face.
Not a truth in their handshake.
And what is it even that we’re all searching for?
After all, we are the makers of dreams.
The one’s you see on T.V.
Well, this town sure ain’t full of nightmares.
But that’s exactly what it is.
I’ve seen the other side and it’s quiet there.
It’s calm.
But with the trash comes intelligence.
Experience.Learning.People.Culture.Life
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
It’s not that I want to set it on fire, as much as I’d like to see the sparks burn brighter onto the cities around us.
City, surround us.