All my life you had me believe,I had a condition – You can’t do this,You can’t do that.You can’t be him,You can’t be you.Must walk straight,You can’t run wild,Don’t stand there!Why do you slouch?You don’t know things,Should’ve known by now.You can’t keep up,You are way
I write,So I don’t forget,I write,So I don’t have to remember,For I have these pagesHolding the present,The past and the future.These bits and piecesThat go missing in an ocean of words.A ripple that I don’t cause,A whirlpool that takes it all –It dissolves like salt
Every morningSun breaks into my window,Lighting up all the dark cornersOf my room,Showing me hope,Smiling,Wearing the brightest light,And I caress it gentlyTo relish its taste,Looking right at it,Disarming it with impaling eyes,Seeing through it,Like I know how to read books,Let alone read people.I catch a
Ready to cut inAn empty mindThat tries to rest in peace,There always is a daily grindThat keeps you on your knees. But when you like your chore,You can’t get bored,You are working all the time,You are waddling throughEvery list you made,As they squabble and unwind.
Cold buildings,Towering tall,No privacy By the window.Large boards,Blank spaces,Empty hearts,Corporate machinesCharging robots every night.Hear! Hear!Prepare!For another day of tedium.No one knowsWhere they are going,Though they know Where they are coming from.Bleak lobbies,Painted walls,Missing art,Misplaced hearts.Spruced rooms,Grimy insides,Long tables,Scarce foodCoach you to Eat in solitude,Teach you
Yes, world!Make me feel special for a day!Then forget me,Like you always forget peopleWhen you don’t see them every day.You move onFrom one present to another,So do I,But with a birthday hat,And a pooper,That I always bringTo my own party.How badly do I seekThe need
Looking left,Thinking right,Waiting for the time of my lifeWith hours in my hourglass,Stars in my mind,I can play with the sandAll my life,And still houseThe beach in my eyes,And forbear my indulgence. Frolic with the wind,Juggle with my luck,Yet hope for youTo come down that
Hogging my space,On your face,Lives a minor inconvenience –A pimple on the shell,A little piece from hell,That only appearsWhen I think of love,For it nudges my lipsWhen I want a kiss,It gives me blood,But gives you love,For it has found a spotRight on that cheekWhere
I wake up every morning,Nauseous and knowingOf a badgering that goes rogue in my head.While the path up ahead,Twists and twinesEvery logic I have in my tread. I falter my wayWith the image of a day,That can’t seem to forget the night,For the night was
Crawling towards a goal,Whilst the world drifts clueless,Living in a hole,I might be a bit less Than what makes them happy,I have often loud wondered,Their lives could be crappy,Hadn’t our makers blundered. “If it were all a study,What remains to learn?What peeves you O buddy?Don’t