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.......

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

pppppppppppplease

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

Money

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

Love

Breath

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

Grind

 Never has real life mirrored paper
BLANK
I have no thoughts
Cause they all seem to be borrowed
BLANK 
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

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