Thrill of Life

Love is just the thrill of life
Like thread makes a seam
It seems that love is nothing more than an embodiment of dreams
Dreamlike bliss on a cliché bed of roses
And when it’s all tears and runny noses
Cold hearts and mayhem
Begging the stars to forget them
We still don’t realize love was just the moment
And there will be more moments
More chances to be smitten
And repeatedly bitten
Lusty, guiltily written notes of repentance
Musical interludes from most gentle to most jarring
Hips searching as they circle and sway
The bass getting louder
Hands flying into the air
Us daring not reveal that we have no other set of hands to reach for
Unable to love a person, we love moments in dark places
We see it in objects, arms, legs, bosoms, lips
We see it and suddenly believe we can be touched

Listen and Look

So I guess to be heard I actually gotta scream
Shall I do it bright and smiley or really dark and mean
I’m just trying to decide what direction to be extreme
I just wanna be heard so ya’ll can see what I mean
When I’m saying pain exists and we are trained to ignore
Poverty, tragedy, sin unless politicians explore it
The wages of sin is death and ya’ll already know
But if it’s down to bra and panties you’ll happily indulge it
Now nothing’s wrong with being naked
It’s just how it’s presented as deviant, lewd, and demented
A quick ticket to the clinic instead of just photogenic
Like girls just can’t be pretty, voluptuous even worse
And boys ain’t got it better if they can’t buy a purse
Their jock sizes and Jordans , and wallets make them a name
No honesty or integrity
Just a race to some fame
For fifteen minutes of glory most would auction their names
The problem is real intelligence bears the stigma of shame
In school they called them nerds, geeks, dorks, and squares
They should’ve been called spectacular because the power was theirs
We get too caught up in everyday life to care
But I’m telling you the reality’s right on tv
The ignorance and wastefulness is right there
It’s not on vh1
Flip the channel
Turn on the news
They’re all right there, monstrously oblivious
Not in urban wear but in expensive suits
No guns and loud music
Cut yours down a minute, I’m serious
Pens signing off on siphoning wealth to their pockets
Trifling
Scandalous
Even criminal
The attention paid is minimal
And as for crime in general
Nobody snitches for fear of the consequence
Law enforcement and judges preach a lot of this
But couldn’t see injustice with Treyvon and other incidents
They throw us crumbs to be quiet
Just enough to get by
Stuffed full of cheap fast food and ramen
And they pretend to wonder why obesity rates ain’t fallen
Better listen and look

Bitter drink

The pretty words could describe my outer image
It would be quite normal to describe my insides as unfinished
I constantly let outside influences diminish me like a phantom menace threatening to finish me
And not like an artist completes a piece or a runner completes a marathon
The destruction, it does go on and on
But the process, I think, is a lesser evil
The real enemy is my own negativity that I hold in my bosom like a baby and let it feed
Bitterness that strong drink that I went and bought from the liquor store
I say I crave greatness but imbibe that drank more
The endurance is left to be seen and many are pushing
Pushing me right out of the way
Very few are helping me stand up straight
They don’t hear me singing drunkenly
Please carry me home tonight
My choices are the things I taste in the back of my throat
And sometimes it’s regret that I regurgitate
I try to customize myself on the outside
Just know that imaginary applause is the only sound that pretty makes
The turning of pages is what comforts me the most
The thing that tortures me it turns out is my very own ghost
I never really let go of what was or what could have been
There’s a lot of why and because
There are lot of conversations that were never had
There were a lot of misunderstandings
And not very much understanding on my part that life is more than a bunch of mistakes
I should not be devoting so much time to rinsing out the taste of a few bitter sips

Man In A Daydream

I’m a candle swiftly burning in the dark

That lil flicker is my

Heart

See it burning there so fiercely

I’m so sad about things I’ve never had

Feeling so silly about that

Yearning for the man who lit me

But alas we can’t have all that we want

And that really is no fun

Hope the sadness doesn’t kill me

Gently

 

He’s the one I always want to run into

The only one that I’m into

The only interesting preview

No channel changing there

Finding it strange

I’m reaching out for your fingertips

Dreaming of kissing those dreamy lips

Body so sweet it’s candy dipped

Is this love or is it trickery

Tell me

 

Because I been through a lot things

Got no plans to backtrack

But I see myself waiting on a stairway

Hoping he’ll come back

Just wanna see him walking by

With no explanation why

And maybe he’ll say hi to me

Of all the things to wish for

 

Is this love or this trickery?

Won’t somebody please tell me

 

I detect black magic

It’s so tragic and I’m so Juliet

I got the potion but I’m not sleep yet

Maybe if I go to sleep I’ll forget

That I ever saw him or wanted to call him

Because he’ll never come save me

 

I’m just some lady that he’ll never see

And if he sees me he’ll never speak

It’s a shame I find him so unique

It makes my outlook seem so bleak

 

My candle’s lit and burning

My heart is still yearning

Even if I only saw him in a daydream