Reflection [I'm so Vain and I need to Stop]

Take a look in the mirror,
Tell me,
Is the person you’re seeing really you,
That phony reflection that comes into view?
We spend so much time practicing our expressions,
A smile,
A wink,
To make good first impressions,
Faking our way into new ways of living,
Only to attain our social obsessions,
But aren’t we naïve and cavalier,
Thinking we can fake our way,
Into a higher tier,
Reckless abandon for who we step on to get higher,
No thought of who we’re hurting as we step further into the fire,
Becoming the monsters we swore we never would,
All because of vanity,
‘So tell me now what’s good?’
It’s not your hairstyle or what you wear,
The job you have or the money you can spare,
It’s not even about the other riches you have come to bear,
What it is…
Well…
I don’t really care.

Cavalcade of Reality

Gravity will hold me down,
Leaving me lost in this cavalcade of reality,
Reminding me to dot my ‘I’s’ and cross my ‘T’s,’
As each look from every aspect of this realist lifestyle marches past me…
And I know,
I will never float beyond the horizons of my dreams.

Swim Like a Little Guppy

I want to fall so deep into the depths of love,
Bathing in the Cascading waterfall,
Swimming through the flood of fleeting emotion,
And drowning in its beautiful sorrow.
So I’ll grab my bathing trunks,
Put on my goggles,
And dive in.

Dream Distillery

Distilled,
My mind goes blank,
For one more night,
I’ll rest with no burden.

Balancing a Tight Rope

We walk lines,
Between sides,
Choices we can’t make.
Tight rope walking,
Maintaining a balancing act,
Hoping to not choose a side,
No yes or no,
Right or wrong,
Left or right,
Up or down,
Nothing opposing.
Choices mean we’re moving,
Moving away,
Moving towards,
Moving somewhere,
Anywhere from where we’re comfortable,
Anywhere from where we firmly stand,
Anywhere but here.
So choices between what we do or don’t make represent a fine line,
And before we start swaying,
We need to choose,
Whether or not to keep this act of tight rope walking.

One Love

I’ll pledge my allegiance,
I’ll set my loyalties in concrete declaration,
I’ll make my promise for eternity,
In the form of,
One heart,
One soul,
One love,
Because…
I believe that with the right motivation,
We could shine brighter than any star that burns in this universe.

Less Better Version

If it’s a question of where I stand as a man,
Then know I stand before you broken.
The pieces may have been put back together,
Glue holding them in place,
And the original shape formed perfectly,
But even though I can see my reflection,
I see the cracks that crease my outer and inner workings,
And I’m still not whole.

You Could Have the Stars

We hear it all the time,
People wanting to pull down the stars from the sky,
To prove a point,
Prove their love,
To prove that they can rise above,
And if that’s what they need to do,
To adulate their love for you,
Then so be it,
You’ll have all the stars the universe has to offer.
But in my contrite heart,
I know I’ll never be able to grab those lights shining above in the dark,
I’ll never be able pluck them from the spaces they fill in the outer limits of our galaxy,
And place them at your feet,
But what I can do,
Is ensure that they will shine for you,
Lighting up a path for you to follow,
Into my arms,
Where you can rest and watch all the stars dance in the night sky,
And know that if I could,
I would pull each one of them down for you.

I Just Don’t Get It [Second Hand Smoke]

In the second hand,
My lungs will fill with thickened smoke,
Feeling my breath dull,
The collapsing of my throat,
My nostrils filling with that horrid stench,
That rancid perfume,
The reek of uncertainty,
Leading to my minds doom.

We Ain’t Got None

A man will never be complete,
Without a lady by his side,
But it seems like men are too caught up,
In being tough and keeping pride,
To admit their true feelings that they lock and hide,
But isn’t that a clear sign,
That a man will never be complete,
Without a lady by his side.
So why do we keep running,
Away from what we know,
Is it because we’re so afraid to speak up and show,
That what we need,
Is something we denied,
That we did indeed know,
That a man will never be complete,
Without a lady by his side?
But if we knew this,
Why wouldn’t we say something,
Instead we’re walking around alone and with nothing,
With our heads held high trying to look hard and shit,
But it’s just a farce cause we aren’t legit,
All we are is fake and phony,
It’s a sign that we’re empty and truly lonely,
But that doesn’t stop us from our ego-tripping ride,
Just another tell tale sign,
That a man will never be complete,
Without a lady by his side.
And for those lucky enough to actually be complete,
Don’t fuck it up by trying to be street,
Cause a thug and a Mrs.,
Can’t collide,
It just doesn’t work,
Cause a man will never be complete,
Without a lady by his side.
So the moral of this story,
Is that we can’t have it all with the guts and the glory,
We can’t have our cake and eat it too,
As man,
You have to surrender to her being with you,
And know where your true emotions reside,
Cause a man will never be complete,
Without a lady by his side.