No one cares.
There are no more tears in the windows.
And lies, -lots of lies.
Whimsical fog engulfing your senses.
Brain sends a signal.
Legs don’t budge.
They’re stuck on paranoia.
Of Cést la Vie.
Bricks are the shoes that you spoil yourself with.
The butler runs down the stairs yelling:
“You’re tracking mud into the parlour.”
Tripping and laughing and looking away.
You return the shoes.
It’s a brand new day.
[please go back and sing the last line]
I lost my humanity.
Somehow every face resembles cartoons.
Panic attacks come from shopping carts.
I can feel my brain sloshing from side to side.
Like a smooth rock skipping down the face of a pond.
A robot’s hinges are more oiled then mine.
I fall into prickly thorns of emotion.
High pitched buzzings are after every word people say.
As I look at a wall I start laughing.
I rock in the corner and repeatedly murmur:
Behind the scenes.
The beautiful backdrop behind a show.
Or an anonymous artist behind a famous painting
Appreciation is nearly never shown.
But applause is not what your heart desires.
The satisfaction of a job well done is the goal.
And the secret of the job well done, is you.
You step into the crowd with that secret in your heart.
Loving the fact that you will never see,
You, behind the scenes.
Twiddling thumbs towards an endless wait where you bounce from realms with one thought to another.
The road has no patience or feelings and you don’t get a choice of which one you want to take.
The mask you wore has come undone when those two lives just weren’t enough.
Each lie you put away to stay true to the path you were given to take.
Relationships fly in and break-ups take off.
Friends come and friends go and nothing lasts forever.
But doing nothing is doing something and forever cannot be defined.
One chooses religion one chooses belief but until they are together there is no reality.
Eternity chases itself.
Numbers cling to the flesh.
The queen of hearts gets stabbed again.
Only one thing holds her together.
Countless questions of the past
Scar the presence with its voice.
Sleepless nights forced by pain.
Goodbye because hello is mute.
Millions of images are let go.
A hand is placed on the cold shoulder, and he says “it will be ok.”
Saying ‘goodbye’ is taking two steps to liberty,
But one look back and you are where you started.
Saying ‘I’m done’ is just two words,
but once fulfilled close the gate to all regrets.
Saying ‘remember’ let’s in the spirits of the past,
whose chains rattle your soul and keep you from sleeping at night.
Saying ‘I love you’ is the most dangerous.
You give up a piece that you cannot take back.
Silence is the key to your grave.
Love, A silly thing
Given to everyone but not excepted by all
Millions of them, but more than half are still alone
Time, A silly thing
It clicks and ticks, but when someone listens, it disappears
Wanting when there is more but more turns around and wants less
Authority, a silly thing
Wanted by all but belonging to only one
“I will give you everything you need” said he, “everything but ‘to be’ free”
Beauty, a silly thing
Everyone wants to define it but it’s already defined by everyone
Just one drink turns into three but trusting when poisoned is a sad story
Perspective, a silly thing
Everyone thinks they know what you mean, but what they are thinking is the path in between a silly thing.
I want memories-
I want to read something I’m proud of-
something worth spending time on.
I expect it to be my best,
every paper special to me,
and I rewrite
until it is up to my perfection.
But the main reason I write,
so I can express my feelings on paper,
and then read it over and over
so these emotions, and these
can come back and fill me up again.
every thought has a feeling…
But only the ones that are written get remembered forever.