what people see
really is not me
different inside
lord knows I try
pulled between two extremes
I know what it all means
but instead I hide
perfect hair, fake “Hi”s
its just more easy
less they really see me
but I cannot regret at the end
I must write the letters I send
take the chance
open the door
the honest enhance
and there is more
open the closet of fear
wear what you thought they’d jeer
start to end the lie
a worker bee goodbye
leave the false friends
cash at ATM’s
the work in Orwell’s den
open the shades
sign your name
stand up without aide
of tricks to play the game
some will always betray
but pure self is strong
dark night is part of day
not always a happy song
feel the morning sun
in a pure soul of real
the fake facade undone
a smile only truth can feel
why do I need money
do I need to be rich
money is just paper
materialistic
but to be rich at heart
expand my mind
wisdom from listening
experience of a lifetime
collect hugs and love
crayon drawings for the fridge
not sports cars and watches
or the escorts I did
I want to spend my love
family and friends
not at the mall
the sale never ends
I can be rich
rich with memories
spending back the wisdom
years of listening
so
why do I need the paper?
upset over nothing
angry at the world
I needed support
so I called my dad
he was calm
he knew what to say
patient words of wisdom
he wanted it this way
tears and screams
I let it all out
he listened to my anger
he listened to me pout
he settled my thoughts
I began to feel better
thank you dad
I look forward to your letter
welcome to your plan
I hope you studied all you can
come inside, feel at home
now you know you are never alone
stiff bed, dusty room
face to face with your ultimate doom
stand from inside, look eye to eye
and your hope will never die
float through your mind
watch for the sign
enter into my space
let me take you from this place
see your mistake
change your fate
for there still may be time to escape
alone again
my only friend
by choice, however
not to last forever
just right now
until I know how
to see my smile
it’s been a while
to raise my arms
save all the farms
open my heart
for a brand new start
to see my goal
come out of my hole
tell my story
taste the glory
to settle down
no longer around
my only friend
never alone again
with death so close
my mind became clear
filled with thoughts of home
empty with those of fear
to read the paper
sit in my chair
go out for a walk
breath deep the clean air
the drugs, the girls
the parties and boos
all are insignifigant
when you are about to lose
all I wanted was peace
the presence of security
a warm, handmade blanket
keeping warm my sanity
with death so close
I realized who I am
I know how to move on
now I have the plan
student of television
product of greed
money blurs his vision
parents planted the seed
always something he wants
new toys never satisfy
something new to flaunt
something new to buy
fueled by the love of money
he becomes part of the system
like bees making honey
he begins to work with them
american man
greedy, fat and tired
secretly worried about your bills
anything not to be fired
can’t you see
and fly out of the hive
you are meant to bee free
you are meant to bee alive.
what lies ahead
how will I live
what will I do
before I am dead
I want to die with a grin
a truthful peace that lies within
to plant a seedling
produce another
be the best man I can
and help my brother
to breathe with confidence
learn by my mistakes
tell my experience
before it is too late
if I could enjoy my time
if I could walk the line
if I could make my parents proud
I can die in peace
my chin resting on a cloud
be careful of the children
or do you not care
they imitate your actions
they think its fair
they remember your anger
never forget the screams
not afraid to hit her
they relive in their dreams
feed our children promise
they posses our future
opportunity you cannot miss
save them from danger
the children must glow
let the kids play
soon they will know
they can actually save the day