THe NotebOOk
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
can media take their hands off self consciousness?
just leave us to our own
realize we're not alone
let us make our own decisions
remind us that we're loved
no matter what divides us
insignificant but loud
makes the most immoral proud
keeping all the heads and faces
looking squarely at the ground
always moving to the next one
everyday, everyday
never pause to realize
it's mundane
'till it's too late
¶ 6:17 PM
Thursday, October 25, 2007
globe
pieces of what you though you were
falling from the sky
landing on my thigh
i pick you up
and it's nothing, disappears
the star is red again
perceptions wearing thin
so clogged with bits of you
materialistic view
sadly it but yet appears
life repeats, new souls are here
wishing for a bluer true
not gray in my rear view
but i guess this is how it snows
natural infection
take you by surprise
form pieces of who you though you were
falling from the sky
well i hope it's not you
¶ 4:12 PM
pieces of what you though you were
falling from the sky
landing on my thigh
i pick you up
and it's nothing, disappears
the star is red again
perceptions wearing thin
so clogged with bits of you
materialistic view
sadly it but yet appears
life repeats, new souls are here
wishing for a bluer true
not gray in my rear view
but i guess this is how it snows
natural infection
take you by surprise
form pieces of who you though you were
falling from the sky
well i hope it's not you
¶ 4:12 PM
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
descending up stairs
can you hear my motor hum
with anxiety
for the truth was never told?
taking lives so far away
never managing
to just care for you own
your policies
show priorities that need to be in checks and balances
are failing to produce results
that i and fellow man
can believe in too much longer
the fear is ever stronger
and you should be afraid
so come on down
the price is wrong
for fat pockets
their faces long
have-nots rejoice
the time is nigh
we have a voice
so hear our cry
can you see my motor hum
standing at the door
place where confidence consumes
claiming rights beyond your own
just a cowboy
wrangle up some terror lies
throw your broken hearts
and caskets in the back
¶ 5:56 PM
can you hear my motor hum
with anxiety
for the truth was never told?
taking lives so far away
never managing
to just care for you own
your policies
show priorities that need to be in checks and balances
are failing to produce results
that i and fellow man
can believe in too much longer
the fear is ever stronger
and you should be afraid
so come on down
the price is wrong
for fat pockets
their faces long
have-nots rejoice
the time is nigh
we have a voice
so hear our cry
can you see my motor hum
standing at the door
place where confidence consumes
claiming rights beyond your own
just a cowboy
wrangle up some terror lies
throw your broken hearts
and caskets in the back
¶ 5:56 PM
