Saturday, February 25, 2006
All the world's
a masquerade
made up of fools
and philosophers
Were it to rain on our charade,
all washes away,
except for our true colors
If any people bothered
looking for truth, please,
stop the world
from spinning 'round
instead we choose to follow
footsteps of fools,
If we forget
yesterday,
We're bound to repeat it
tomorrow
It's not too late
to start today,
Better off safe than sorry
Do unto those as you would
do to yourselves
We need more feet to walk
in one another's shoes...
a masquerade
made up of fools
and philosophers
Were it to rain on our charade,
all washes away,
except for our true colors
If any people bothered
looking for truth, please,
stop the world
from spinning 'round
instead we choose to follow
footsteps of fools,
If we forget
yesterday,
We're bound to repeat it
tomorrow
It's not too late
to start today,
Better off safe than sorry
Do unto those as you would
do to yourselves
We need more feet to walk
in one another's shoes...
Thursday, February 16, 2006
POETIC JUSTICE
Like a persistant shadow
You have followed my
Memories, I have succesfuly erased
But thoughts persisted until
A new side of you I have realized
Popularity is what you seek
Deliverance I cannot offer, for
Bliss is that which I sought after
Selection is what you wanted and it grew
You, with a mask of a tongue of gold
And a personality that shines over dark
Only I have unmasked your truth
The person who speaks with a forked tongue
And talks of promises that rival overall judgement
You are nothing.
You have been nothing since the start.
I refuse to be part of your herd
A sheep ready to speak and jump at your beckon
I have the seen the light
You are nothing.
You could've been something
Yet your soul puts to shame even
The darkest of night.
No regrets.
A lesson learned.
Garbage thrown.
Do I sound bitter..?
It pales in coparison,
To your soul of poison.
Like a persistant shadow
You have followed my
Memories, I have succesfuly erased
But thoughts persisted until
A new side of you I have realized
Popularity is what you seek
Deliverance I cannot offer, for
Bliss is that which I sought after
Selection is what you wanted and it grew
You, with a mask of a tongue of gold
And a personality that shines over dark
Only I have unmasked your truth
The person who speaks with a forked tongue
And talks of promises that rival overall judgement
You are nothing.
You have been nothing since the start.
I refuse to be part of your herd
A sheep ready to speak and jump at your beckon
I have the seen the light
You are nothing.
You could've been something
Yet your soul puts to shame even
The darkest of night.
No regrets.
A lesson learned.
Garbage thrown.
Do I sound bitter..?
It pales in coparison,
To your soul of poison.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
SKY IS THE LIMIT
When the winds of exuberance happen to pass you by
We ride it and glide through pleasantries
Like floating in a river of dreams of
Endless happiness overflowing like
The rain continues to overfill a cup left out
An limitless supply of jubilation
Which direction shall this wind bring us next?
Shall we clasp onto its so called wings and just float away?
Leave our worries in the land below us
Like carefree children playing in the sun
Or should we just hold onto this piece of earth
Where dreams are what we make of it
And happiness is often store bought
Made to be sacrificed over and over?
Or shall our dreams just guide our way
To a tomorrow where ecstacy
Awaits us beyond the doorway
When the winds of exuberance happen to pass you by
We ride it and glide through pleasantries
Like floating in a river of dreams of
Endless happiness overflowing like
The rain continues to overfill a cup left out
An limitless supply of jubilation
Which direction shall this wind bring us next?
Shall we clasp onto its so called wings and just float away?
Leave our worries in the land below us
Like carefree children playing in the sun
Or should we just hold onto this piece of earth
Where dreams are what we make of it
And happiness is often store bought
Made to be sacrificed over and over?
Or shall our dreams just guide our way
To a tomorrow where ecstacy
Awaits us beyond the doorway
