I'm Not Gonna Lose You (I love you Aunt Kim)

Don't say you're sorry
I don't want to hear it
Don't say you're sorry
I just want you to fix it
Tripping over feelings
coming out my eyes
can't believe what I'm seeing
how can I sympathize?
You're running in corners
and can't dig your way out
You can't fly away
or just run a new route
you're selfish and dumb
and don't know what you're doing
because if you did
you'd know what you're losing
everyone who cares
and everyone who knows
what a good person you are
so stop it and show us
we all make mistakes
so it's time that you fix them
we all get in fights
and we know what ticks them
off, but it's okay
as long as you repair
those feelings of love
those feelings you share
so you fell of your horse
and you could just stay down
or you'll get up
and prove them all wrong
so brush off the dirt
and pull up your boots
'cause I'm not gonna lose you
to men in black suits.
I love you Aunt Kim.

Standing on Ice

Standing on ice
wearing nothing but shorts
Life is so cold
when you're out in the snow
not the sleet nor the rain
not the sun nor the clouds
Life's absent of pain
when your heart beats too loud
and yea we were standing
when the snow plow came by
found ourselves silent
when the wind asked us why
"why must you protest?
I do nothing but serve you
and you fight with no rest."
to which we quietly replied,
"because we chose to be served
not enslaved."

We're only seventeen (and goin nowhere fast)

It's fucking cold outside
I can see my icy breath
float slowly to the ground
And yea I've got a coat
but there's a steady breeze
and I can hear the sound
of rules around me
always running
from the hounds and
it's so damn hard
to light a jack
when the wind is blowing
and the sky is snowing
just need my board
and some room
'cause I'll skate that shit
till the cops come
or till you get your jack lit
one left in your pack
you need the niccotine
and the warmth you lack
but hey,
we're only seventeen
and we're goin nowhere fast

Oh, Glorious Slavery, How Ironic Art Thou?

The chains go
clink
clink
clink
as the shackles fall
around your ankles
and the rusty chain
binds tight your weary heart

Oh! And the hills and falls
of beauty on a crisp summer morn
how it flies and flows with your hair
billowing around your cuffs and chains.
Never before did slavery seem so glorious
in the sickly green fields of riches and power
gathered by the farmers of greed.

Segregated by the people
they now seek to destroy
leaders of the world and industry
united in sickening political power
to destroy everhthing we love
and enslave us all.

Humans

Humans are systems. We are machines. The most complicated machines ever. But machines, nonetheless. And, like all machines, we can be operated if the right buttons are pushed, the right levers pulled. So how do you work another machine? Well, you figure out their buttons and levers, and the proper sequences and BAM, you can control other people. It's not even an art as much as it is a science. You become the proprietor of someone elses body, and the world is yours for the taking.

Shoot 'em and Loot 'em

I am a human fucking being
and the nonsense I'm seeing
is driving me beserk
I'm on high alert
because the system is crashing
looks like people are dashing
for the exit route
and I can't even shout
'cause no one would hear me
over the TV
that's blaring
staring
faring well
trying to sell
us an infomercial
about a commercial
about the government
hidden in an oven mitt
and suddenly
it is hitting me
so abruptly
yet subtly
Billy Mayes
pushing voting
and drugs
toking
popping slugs
for the U.S. of A.
they do that don't they?
It's a hole in the system
because they're muslim
not christian
so it's okay
lock and load
shoot 'em and loot 'em.

Taste the Anarchy

I'm no artist
but you're a masterpiece
and I'm no rolla
but I rhyme like master P
and when I walk in
I don't roll mad deep
but what I got comin'
is somethin you can't meet
somethin you can't beat
Yea, I'm a gentleman
but I won't give up my seat
to some punk
some jack-ass butch
tryin' to push me
like a runt
best expect a fight
if I win, a catastrophe
so you can spend the night
in the hospital G
with the goons and the filth
and the truth, Reality
see the lights
taste the anarchy.

My Justifications for Good and Evil

What do you want from me?
I have my justifications
for my many relations
with my environment
and my various allignments
with good and evil
no, I'm not perfect
not even close
I have my lighter
and a pack of smokes

and you yell
and you criticize
when you can't summarize
my demise
and surprise
when I realized
that all this time
my miracle cure
costs six bucks
and a dime

You don't know
what you think you know
because I don't show
everything that is
hidden below
the surface

and yea
you never asked
"Is it hard
to live with yourself
with all of those scars?"
and it is.
no, I'm not pure
but this is my cure
but don't yell at me
until your cause is sure.
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the story behind this one is that one of my best friends, Kim, has been really upset with me lately because she thinks I've been smoking more recently than I have in the past. I'm 17 and have been smoking for a year, and I feel like I (and many smokers) get criticized for smoking when she, and anyone else who bothers me about it, doesn't know anything about what I'm trying to hide behind the smoke...

The one you smile at

I want to be
the one you smile at.
I want to be
your sudden bloom.
I want to be
your front porch light.
I want to be
with you tonight.
I know he's kind.
I know he's generous
and smart
and understanding
and nice
and attractive
and Christian
and friendly
and strong
and everything,
or enough of what,
you always wanted
in that guy
that wouldn't touch you
for years to come
and you had not
a spare thought for.
More importantly,
I know I'm not him.
I promise I'm not trying to be.
I want to try to be.
I want to be like him.
Not because
I like republicans
or because
I want to start airsofting.
I want to be like him
because I want to be
the one you smile at.

Am I

Am I sleeping?
Am I awake?
Am I real?
Am I fake?
Am I here?
Am I there?
Am I common?
Am I rare?
Am I alone?
Am I smothered?
Am I the one?
Am I just another?
Am I rambling?
Am I making sense?
Am I not open?
Am I too dense?
Am I riley?
Am I unnamed?
Am I guilty?
Am I to blame?
Am I yours?
Am I theirs?
Am I anyones?
Does anyone care?


Do... do you care?

any one of us

well, I'm pretty sure
that even if we stay perfectly still
time keeps moving forward
and there's not a damn thing
any one of us can do about it
and I'm pretty sure
that even if we isolate
ourselves from the world around us
the world is always there
and there is absolutely nothing
any one of us can do about it
and I'm pretty sure
you're pretty, sure,
and I'm just here
to allure, and sure,
we're pretty sore,
but no one's pure,
so you're not a whore
I'm sure
You're not here
You're not my cure
I poured my soul
just to turn
when I tried to stir
my journey ended
and now I'm lost...

An Awakening

"I'm living life!"
he exclaimed
as he desecrated
the mental bonds
that for so long had
restricted him.
He levitated
from the need
to look at the razor
dragged across his skin
as he awoke to the sun
and beauty
of a new world
that was truthfully
there all along
he just had to
open his eyes
and open his heart.

I Smile Through My Teeth

I've told people stories
I've sinned
over
and over
again
I've lied through a smile
and smiled through my teeth
and fibed my way
into concerts
and out of trouble.
I've lied to
to every
single
person
I have
ever known
and laughed
when they looked
at me
and asked
"Really?"
and I say
"yes!"
and while I tell
all of these
fibs
you can rest assured
I'll never tell
one single truth
that will end
in hurt.

Inspired by Nina

Johnny's Gun

I was
enrolled
a student
became
a soldier
for peace
at least
that's what
I was told
I sold
my soul
for a body
of gold
and never
did find
what I was
looking for.
The system
was broken
my life
was a joke and
nobody knew,
but my
success
was due
and I told 'em
I'm ready
my aim
will be steady
get out
of my crosshairs
or I'll
fill you with lead
he said
see what you will
and do
what you may
but you better
remember
what you
did say
to me
and your mother
and your
lover as well,
because
at the gates
they will
send you to
hell.
Well,
I looked up
at him
and I
leveled
my gun,
and I fired
and left
and my
dad knew
I won.

Static Stereo

Why would I look farther?
Don't make this harder
Than it has to be.
Can't you see,
Can't you hear
Can't you think
I'm sitting in this lonely room
and the only person
consoling me
and giving me any advice
is my static stereo
and the only ones
who speak to me
are John Lennon
and Bloc Party.

I care about the rainforest
and I hate George Bush
but none of that
tells me why
why you aren't telling me
you're sorry.
Life is full of tough shit
but no one said
I'd have to watch
the most beautiful girl in the world
tear me apart.
If we were all perfect
I would be perfectly imperfect
and if we were all imperfect
then I would be a ghost
I would be a ghost
and I'm floating by.