facade
an image no one can see
shakes inside my mind
I must maintain the look
and cannot fail this time
safe only in dark indoors
afraid of the invisible fan club
stand in front of the mirror
stare at your grub
I feel a pressure
only my fear can feel
created in my busy mind
until it pushes for real
examine each hair
straighten and align
I cannot let down the crowds
I must be my fine
cool, hip
dressed to not look like a douche
find my only little style
no one else wants to push
WTF
WTF?
some people in the world just suck
how could they think this up?
did they not have a mom, a home
a little blue sippy cup?
anger
REVENGE!
I NEED TO SEE IT NOW!
I feel the rage swell up inside
Let me at them!
But this is not the path to heal
anger is a purity steal,
it just postpones the real pain
waking up in the nightmare again
The good will always out shine the bad
If not, we would not be here now
to see our everyday miracles
keep this in your hearts
explain that to the children
they will understand
but never the hate of man
the danger of fun
you do not notice it
blurred by shots and beer
speeding down the highway
music too loud to hear
you do not think about it
driving fast along the line
how close we are to tragedy
just having a good time
change songs, send a text
what exit should we take?
looking for the unmarked car
just waiting for your mistake
high fives and jokes
its all on me
strippers and coke
all for a modest fee
leave the game early
hit the atm late
just a night out with the guys
that all the girls hate
more vodka, more food
let’s drink so we can’t remember
more women, more places
hangover brain dismembered
but it was not that bad
I woke with a smile
to have a night out with the guys
it has been a while.
nesta
bob can save the world
with song and dance
unite all of mankind
give the world a chance
from the shanty town
in school and the farm
he dreamed of music
that could undo the harm
bullied because he was half
neither black or white
but found his home
in what he believed was right
he brought them together
from opposite sides
holding hands on stage
in front of the world, live
rich with friends and family
songs of faith and love
he watched the bullets zip by
with help from above
and the show went on
back out on stage
to bring the people together
dawn of a new age
the evil does not rest
neither will nesta
promoting his message
a free carribbean fiesta
Gouda
It’s like two syllables of instant fun… Gouda. Instead of a cheese or a town, it should be an expression of extreme happiness: Gouda! High Five! Way to Gouda!
Definition per Dictionary.com:
Slather
This is the first post in a new section called, “Words I like to say”. The first word I enter into this category is slather. There is a smoothness to it, and don’t rush it, start slow, then fall into the last syllable… Slather.
Definition per Dictionary.com:
change the channel
That is enough already
highlights, lowlights
tears and crashes
incurable rashes.
The same ugly images
over and over and over
same awful story
told, sold, printed and posted.
I’ve seen enough already
he has a gun, but no legs
no more guns
everybody begs.
Time to change the channel
show me something new
hundreds of options to click to
easy to change red to blue.
I get that its pertinent
relevant and important
there are other stories in the world:
man bites dog,
boy meets girl.
But its the same old crap
the same dead horse joke
same stories, over and over
please pass me the remote
Free Like an MP3
I got a new timeline,
byline, tagline…
Take a dish rag to the hash tag.
Time to restart the ipod;
control-alt-delete…
Make a trojan scan for the boogie man.
Today is a new number,
workday & weekend update.
A new host with more gigs,
bigger pipes to impress the bigs.
The New New Year URL,
just champagne dropped.
That Prince song sing along,
we all photoshop.
Hardwire the toast you gave,
among the pixels and confetti.
Set it free like an MP3,
for your new year to be ready.
zombie
I am a zombie
zombie go, zombie stop
point and click
now back to the top.
Moan and groan
meet the morning hoard
plugged into the brain’s
invisible zombie cord.
Dress me… Dress me…
blend in with the Walkers
just like the commercial
magic voice talkers.
Feed me… Feed me…
merge into one lane
follow the limping crowd
99 cent drive-thru brain.
Zombie up… Zombie down…
just do as you are told
print, fax, email
zombie heart is cold.
Zombie stop, zombie go
merge into the horde again
a moaning lurch home
let the programming begin.
what if man
It starts with good intention,
positive thoughts,
a mind forged invention.
I can do this!
Envision the ceremony,
dreams of champagne,
and perfect matrimony.
Then I see them,
withdraw as they near,
it’s the What If Men,
carrying all I fear.
They force you to look,
see how you will fall,
broken in a ditch,
with no one to call.
Resist!
Kick them out of your vision,
take one more step,
out of the What If prison.
Send them elsewhere,
what if the dream is true?
Turn the What If Men
into a better part of you.
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