Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Seasons Of Love

A baby cries into the night
Unaware of its surroundings
It reaches out
Snatching winter
From its cold grey funeral
Bringing in spring slowly
Colors fly past him in blurs
His eyes adjust
Flowers bloom
New love does too
People dream
And winter is forgotten
Life awakens from hibernation
The baby adjust to the world
Summer begins
Temperatures rise
Fire works go off
Then they die
Baby explores all the firsts
Lovers quarrel and make up
Wish upon stars and dream for better days
Bills get tight
Yet they aren't giving up
Getting lost in the simple pleasure of summer
They don't see the leaves change
Their side of the bed get further away
Distance and as quickly as trees end up baren
So do souls
The baby has grown used to the cold
As autumn wizzes by
Snow flakes hit the ground
The lovers do not speak
As they descend six feet under into hibernations
There arguments rattle windows worse
Then trains and busses passing by
Life is going so much slower
You can almost hear funeral durges in the air
Love is on vacation
Only making guest appearances at holidays
A baby turns one
As winter slowly surrenders
Lovers cum out of hibernation
Bitterly look at all the growth around them
Realizing they are standing still
There hearts have been taken over by hate
They will not savor the milestones
The things they have endured side by side
Yet look at everything that has brought them to this season of loss
won't recognize this beauty
they wont spring forward
but fall back into winters grave
never to remember the light again.......

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Time stopped

Like hands of a clock
Moving backwards
Time has stopped
No longer do we live for the moment
Savor it sweetly 
We rush it along
Cause we have too much to do
And no time
Time has gone missing like mailboxes
Ya you can find one
Yet they are gonna be attached to your pc or laptop
Usually belonging to a browser
Or attached to our damn cellphones
Cause when does anyone really have time to talk to anyone
We would rather text down a busy highway
And put everyone else's life in jeopardy
See we are on borrowed time
So we jack other people's time make it ours
Living in the moment is so much different then living reckless
We use our words as bullets
Damn near killing everyone in a 5 mile radius
And that is how we keep it real
By being dangerous and reckless
Yet time stoppped
Got overworked by instant gratification
See we just keep finding ways to make things quicker
And we wonder why 
No one wants to spend any time with us
It's cause time is dead
Something that is supposed to be endless
Has short fused
We simplify things
Taking the easy way out
To save some time
Yet time stopped
Sick of spending 24 hours
Rushing your kids to school
Then soccer practice 
Baking cupcakes for the school bake sale
Then going home and making dinner
Just to be told no one will be eating cause it took to long
Then we wonder why we have a nation of adhd babies
Who's attention span is haywire
No one can be controlled 
Since time stopped
Sick of working double time
No paid vacation and no sick time
We abuse time
Scream at it when a loved one dies
It wasn't their time
We hold onto people
We don't even spend time with
I know grandma was 90 but i loooooved her
i know i didn't spend anytime with my boyfriend
But he shouldn't have cheated on me
We blame time like we blame God, the government and our parents
Putting our faults into one of the four categories 
Sometimes all of them 
Till our responsibility 
Ends up in a casket
Burried deep into the ground
We plan funerals everyday
For things we should have spent more time with
Our jobs
Our kids 
Our relationships
Yet time stands still waiting to go back to time 
When we at least had time to breath
When things where slower
Yet like the hands of a clock 
You can't rewind time
And like a dead battery 
There is no reviving this isn't energizer 
This isn't a dress rehearsal and you can't redo life
So I guess we just need to make more time
More time to :
Live in the moment
Appreciate the world around us
Before our time is up
Before the ticking stops
Before our heart stops
 Because I would rather live a life of fulfillment
Then be responsible for making time stop

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


 Never has real life mirrored paper
I have no thoughts
Cause they all seem to be borrowed
Like my bank account
Been unemployed four months now
And I am still grinding
Small insignificant me
Never except hand outs
Always cost something
So even if all four tires are flat
I am still grinding 
Hitting pavement
And I am still going
Fly past ghosts in the night
Fly by old churches where i lost my faith
Fly by people who said who would be there for me
And I am BLANK
Yet my mind is so full of questions
Some days I feel like I am having existential debate
With the devil
And the only time I feel good
is when I live in these letters
They form words
Which form sentences
And since I have been sentenced to this life
I must be blessed
Cause I am still grinding
Pulling myself out of almost's
Almost homeless
Almost mental
Almost there for me
Almost visited me in the mental hospital
Almost figured out who my real family is
And the only time I feel at home
Is when I pick up a mic
And the only time I feel alive
Is when I write.....
So I can't give up

Friday, July 8, 2011

I wanna be in love

I  wanna be in love
Not Taylor Swift lyrics
kind of love
I wanna be in 3d love
Imax , big screen tv kind of love
No words can express this
Kind of love
Tears shed
Waiting to fill the other side of the bed
kind of love
I wanna be in love
Not Artificial candy hearts
Only on Valentines day kind of love
I want my socks to literally be knocked off
While I get actually swept off my feet
getting that kiss you know
the one that make you lift
just one leg slightly
I want to know what love is
I want to feel it in every fiber of my being
I want to grow old
Then decompose
and watch the flowers grow above our side  by side plot
kind of love
i want to birth a future of poets and lovers and dreamers
kind of love
i want to bring back motown , jazz and the blues kind of love
i want to that gut wrenching
sickening sweet kind of love
that gives you a cavity and makes you want to puke at the same time
i want to get dizzy floating on cloud nine
that i fall from the skies
and hit cupid on his head
and make him fall in love too
But first i want to fall in love with myself
before i even fall for you