Monday, February 21, 2011

Harsh Words of Reality


I walk alone. I walk alone.

I see it out my window, stupid sunshine in these trees.
The birds and the bees are flying around in circles,
all it does is make me dizzy.

Butterflies are just over sized moths painted with refined sugar
which I can't even enjoy because my doctor wont let me eat it.

I walk alone. I walk alone.

Here comes the sun...
in a flaming inferno to give you skin cancer and global warming.

We all live in a yellow submarine.
Just a world of claustrophobia and underwater make believe.

So take off your rose colored Gucci sunglasses
and experience the hell you really live in.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

You blow my mind.


I'm thinking of you. 
I'm thinking of you like crazy!
I'm thinking about you like yes thinks about no.
like no thinks about maybe.
like a mother thinks about her baby.
like a baby thinks about their mother as she tucks them under the covers.

I'm thinking of you like tortilla chips think about being covered.
in a warm soft warm smooth blanket of nacho cheese. 
Like a photographer thinks about saying, "cheese".
like a soldier staring down the barrel of a gun is crying, "please, please"
because all he wants to one day see
is his family.

I'm thinking about you like drums think about rhythm.
like bands think about music.
like rubber bands think about snapping.
like rubber balls think about bouncing.

I'm thinking about you like lions think about pouncing.
like mathletes think about counting.
like audiences think about shouting.

I'm thinking about you like children think about shouting!
like children think about crayons.
like crayons think about coloring.
like artists think about coloring.
like artists think about being nothing
but themselves.

I'm thinking about you like a boy thinks about becoming a man.
like a white girl thinks about getting a sun tan.
like a young girl thinks about one day finding the perfect young man,
to one day be with
forever.

I'm thinking about you like the sun thinks about setting. 
like casinos think about betting.
like sinners think about regretting.

I'm thinking about you every night and day.
I'm thinking about you when I wake up
when I eat lunch
and all of the days of the week ending in "ay"

I'm thinking about you all of the time 
because I'm just trying to find
the words to say
I love you.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Direct Orders

YOU'VE BEEN GIVEN DIRECT ORDERS TO...
ROCK THE F*** OUT!
 Rock out like you've just been born and everything is a new adventure.

 Rock out like you've traveled around the world in 80 days... 
no wait. make that 79.

 Rock out like you've just found out they feel the same way about you.
out of everyone else in the school.
out of everyone else in the world.
 
Rock out like a rock.

 Rock out like you could believe its not butter. 

Rock out like no one stares at you when you sing and dance down the street.
Rock out like they all joined you.

Rock out like you never sweat.
and if you did your sweat would smell like strawberries.

Rock out like your Nana at the resting home.

Rock out like you've beat the high score on skeeball at the arcade.
like received enough tickets to buy the scooter on the wall.
like the scooter was blue, your favorite color.

Rock out like you understand the concept of math.

Rock out like you wrote the worlds best novel.
that would be read in schools for years and years to come.
like everyone wanted to meet you.
like you were everyone's idol.

Rock out like when you sang nature sang with you.

Rock out like nothing could destroy your happiness 
like there was no one talking behind your back
like there were no cheaters
like there were no liars
like there was no war


Rock out like you've scored the winning goal.
like they lifted you up in the air
like they cheered your name
like that moment never ended.


Rock out like they're all rocking out with you.