Secrets are cliché
The luminescent fake star eyes.
Tell no truth, then the truth of politic lies
Constant chatter, facade is no thresh hold
It is the truth of the lyres, and it is the lie that hurts the truth
Care for, take more, see you, leave again, or that is what I am told
My heart cracks like an egg dropped from a mother bearing terrible news
I imagine myself in a life that is another, trying to tape up, mend the 2 million year heartbreak that bends
I lay in the grass, in the dusk, the smell of smoke, the smell of lust
I stare into your eyes, like the millions of eyes in the sky
Naïve, I trust at an immediate pace
But the eyes change, the hands grasp, the heart aches, the thoughts of the almost forgotten past
Like damaged goods, I play victim, tell the accounts of the various sexual exploits of age 8 and beyond
I say I am over it, but am I?
Can you truly get over the fact your innocence was taken at such an age?
I scream, I try, but fuck I can’t turn the page
The blame
I know it was you who should know you did wrong,
But I have been bearing this on my chest for far too long , on my lips
It hurts, to finally say you messed me up,
I always blamed myself for your sake
But in the end, it’s my pain that I have to live with
Old, tainted photo’s taken by the memory of you
I can’t burn the photos as hard as I try
I die a little every time my thought turns towards you
Reliving the actions, and looking in the mirror of who I have become
Paralyzed with the fact, you have won the battle in my mind, even though I tried to succumb
I can’t leave you, like a carcass on the side of an old Tennessee road
A little more then a decade has past, and still the memory of you is my present past
Fake empires
When you know something is wrong, but you still go on
Business as usual, why can’t you stop old habits, do these old habits die strong?
Repeat, repeat, remorse, change coarse
The fake empires that are within my soul,
Break, take, fake how my heart honestly feels
I can’t lie to you anymore, as easy as it has become
I am stuck with lost causes, with cheesy puns
Am I happy, or do my expectations run too high
I desire for the change of humanity, but we will always to the core of our existence be the same
Evolving is more then consumerism, capitalism, fake empires that surround us all
We soon will wake up, will see the truth that we have needed to seek
The treacherous fall of society is just a wake up call.
Don’t be submissive in the ways you have been living,
Hug a stranger, do a little more giving
Smile at someone who needs that comfort
Open your eyes, and you will see, we have isolated ourselves from true nirvana
We are our own god, we can save ourselves, and not rely on fallacies of deferred responsibility
Did he die for our sins, because it seems we have forgotten what religion is
It means love, respect, and unity
It has become the emblem, symbol of death destruction, if our faiths don’t coincide
Embrace the difference, that is you and I, and then you will see the truth of a life learned lie
Fuck up
Mistakes, I rarely regret
For it’s the mistakes that you make
That is something that has this sincerity
This rawness, that can’t be faked
When you fuck up, and I mean really
Fuck up. When you have lied, to cover up a secret to a person you love, or have brought shame to yourself for things pertaining to sex and drugs, when you have lost all sense of control in your life, that is when reality sets upon your soul
Theirs something in the way one grows
Like a flower fertilized with manure
At first its stench is unbearable, and unkind
But time, oh that time, allows for that flower to grow
To learn, for learning is why we are here
I am proud of my mistakes, for they have lead me to paths, that renew faith that no one can take away from my untainted eyes
I trust in all things nature, the moon, the water, the tree’s, the sky’s
Because they have not forgotten existence of the ones before us,
We have so much to learn, and will be learning while on a bed to our deaths
Even when we have realized this is it, this is my last breath
Not even then will you know why you’re here, for death is this silly fear
I had it for years, but realized, that beauty of life is the progressive journey
There is only awakenings, and truth seeking adventures in the days of life,
We are all the same, so make no difference if you hail from Russia, Iran, or here.
Because we all interconnected with each others hope and fears