Everybody

Everybody's got their passion
Everybody's got a disease
Everyone knows what they're doin' here

Everyone but me

I ain't the one fallin' in love

With video-game arcades

I won't walk down the street

Beggin' for money like a slave

Is my reason too big to get yet?

Am I really living in vain?

I can't stand the way you're living

But I love you just the same

A woman lives on the street

Claims she's got a job to do

I let her sing her soul and

Share a poem, damn she's

Good at what she do

But she measures her passion in money

I sure as hell ain't gonna give her dat

When she gives me this:

A lover I knew died today

She left me far behind

But the dead are not lonely

When we all change our minds

We leave pieces of ourselves behind

In broken cracks along the road

Trying to hold yourself together will

Get you left alone

Everybody's got a dream to live

Whether they obey it or not

We are here, one life, that's it

No time to feel alone.

She guesses my thoughts:

Is feeling useless?

Or to miss the F-word?

Friend.

She points to people sitin' at the bar acting
To know the meaning of such a thing

We all got shit goin on
I mean the S-word.

Sex.

Now that I've got your attention

I'll say it comes and goes with passion.
P-words. I can name a few

Smile lady this ones for you

Get on the mic and accomplish your dream

It's what you were destined to do

It's too late to change mine in time for

A dreamers destination

I watch as they catch what she leaves in the cracks

By wearing a soul on her sleeves

But who picks up the slack when

Dreams don’t make math?

I’m counting on wrinkle release

A cat has nine lives

Better try and get it right

Or face forever’s last night

N-word.

NOT NICE.

Did you find your passion yet?

Lemme check my back pocket.

Oh there’s that P-word again.

Peace.

Can we make it?

Stop—

Disappearing.

Check it.

Contemplation on Tattoos.

Someone asked me today why I don’t have any tattoos.

I said I do but I don’t wear them on the outside like you do.

My tattoos lie inside my heart as every painful loving scar.

They may not show on the outside of my skin but
You can see them looking in.

Take a trip inside my heart to see I’ve got plenty of markings.

Just like yours they tend to fade but show the marks of every blade.

What memory will you represent on my scarred up heart?

Show me what need there is to pretend I’m not torn apart.

Sure I bleed with each anew and still crave the next one too.

Why is it that designs meant to last forever fade
Almost imediatly after they are made?

Through my many lovers, inspirations and lost-friends

I’ve been given tattoos on the inside to mend.

Like yours, every tattoo is a mark of who I am,
Who I loved and where I’ve been.

Ladybug Spots.

I'm a chameleon. Changing to be the same. Gettin' older everyday.
I see my face changing into a woman I do not yet know.
By the time I change into her I will be someone new.
I'm 100% different then when I met you, than when I left you,
Than when I wept over you.
I am not the girl you thought you knew. I thought I knew her too.
But even though I loved you it wasn't true.
All I can think of to say is screw you! Why?
When all I wanna do is screw you.
I'm letting you get under my skin,
Digging deeper and deeper again and again.
Aging my amphibian nature and making me feel like a dumb little girl.
I just can't say no. I want to let go.
I want to grow old away from you, into something new.
To be new and fresh and aware.
But somehow you hold me like a deer in headlights stare.
What am I supposed to do when I am not strong enough to ignore my pull to you?
You knew me once. Smothered me there too.
Why in your world, was a butterfly not allowed to bloom?
Perhaps you worried I'd over-shadow you
When I just wanted to share my shadows with you.
While I was busy dreaming of what things could be,
I learned that my heart could bleed when it took a leap.
Crying like a ladybug with broken spots,
This chameleon girl grew up from your knocks.
It still hurts. I'm still changing. Will that ever change?
I read: In monarchs the power to transform lies within.
I'm ready to begin.
Just when I'm ready for flight you pull me in, again.
Will this butterfly ever get set free?
I'm learning and aging and tragically hoping you'll change for me.

A Note on Catching Time.

What does it look like when time stares at you? You'll need some time to figure it out. The thing about time though, is that it only takes seconds to be suspended in the middle of it and then all the while you are not moving, time goes passing by. So you are essentially no longer or ever frozen in time but rather a presence in the begining, middle and end of all time. Time is a most powerful force stopping for no man or godly demand. The more one tries to catch time, the more it's chases you down. Stopping only to brush by in an instant of slow moving comaraderie. We must be friends with time as time is on our side. Then again, what would we have if not for the changes of time? Time is seasons and laughter and instantly infinite.

The Nerve.

No sleeping, Driven mad

Don’t you try to understand

In fact you pretend to care

Then leave me ‘lone, Standing there

I’m fed up, No more lies

I’m too good to compromise

Take too much, Give too little

Support, What’s that? Unfulfilled
You toss spirits off the block

By takin’ souls and trading Nótt.

Fortunately, In your demise

You’ll finally come to recognize

By then it may be all too late

No time left to change your fate

You brought the pain upon yourself

What’s wrong? Can only dish it out?

No more games from yours to mine
Good for nothin’ but a rhyme

I’ll blast your sins out the mic

To prove its time you got a life.