A Life Unfiltered

Stop all of this judgment

Please, cease all of the hate

It’s okay to like attention

And it’s fine that’s who you date

Misery loves it’s company

Spiteful comments are it’s mate

The genuine embrace truth

And don’t live a life that’s fake

It changes one’s perspective

Embracing positivity

Shedding stresses that are caused

By worrying constantly

If someone doesn’t like you

For who you truly are

Just laugh at such a closed mind

Say only “au revoir”

Perhaps it was their raising

Or an absent mom or dad

Though likely mere resentment

Happiness they’ll never have

So live without a filter

Time is short upon this Earth

Don’t let such thieves of joy

Cast doubt on your self-worth

Taken for Granted

Taken for Granted

Hang on, you can’t be serious

You’re on something, delirious

That lady who was here? He just

Left without a word

I saw that things got out of hand

No one saw that coming, and

It’s obvious this wasn’t planned

But arguments were heard

Instead of making peace, amend

For reasons I can’t comprehend

Even though he’s her boyfriend

On her, he put the blame

He didn’t stop to wonder if

Twas his unbending thoughts t’were stiff

He’d sooner jumped right off love’s cliff

Than tarnish his own name

And so that’s how the story goes

It’s one which everybody knows

‘Cause everybody fakes a pose

To play this same old game

Can’t Make Sense of It

It is not her. It is not me. It is not that we disagree. It is that we just both live free and that’s how we will always be.

It is not me. It is not you. ‘Cause this is what we’ll always do. We’ll always chase a heart thats true and love the ones that we’re into.

I don’t know why. You don’t know why. We’ll do this ‘till the day we die. We’ll do this ‘till the day we die unless somehow we stop our mind.

Stop it from the world, you see. Because we’re all, at times, lonely. Because at times we sit and need to feel like “me” can become “we”.

But then we change. Why do we change? Why do we need to rearrange? Why do we feel the need to make what should feel normal now feel strange?

I do not know. I hate it, though. I hate that we all reap what everybody knows is sowed.

It’s all the same. It’s just a game. It’s just a game that we all play. And though we play we all will say we hate the day that it was made.

That the ones who wrote the rules were nothing more than tired fools but still, when that old whistle blows, we fall in line; that’s how it goes.

This game, you will not ever get.

Admit…you can’t make sense of it.

Educated

What makes someone an expert? What gives them their authority?

I think about this all the time, is it worth asking or is it me?

This ink professed a better education than professors ever did

Words I write and read have taught me more than schools did as a kid

Sit in this seat. Write these words. Learn things you will never use.

Conform or this world will reject you, then you’ll fail and you will lose.

Lose your chances, slam the doors, forfeit opportunities

As if the only path to happiness is on your hands and knees

This isn’t what He meant to make when anvils forged the world created

Its not the life that should be lived, if accurate, the scrolls translated

All that matters in this realm is how we spend the time He gives

All that matters is the way a person acts, and how he lives

So why do we get caught up in the judgment, how we’re procreated?

Our circumstances are random, and so is how we’re educated

You Can’t Please Everyone

Live, and laugh, and love they say!

Don’t ever wear a frown

But let’s be real, sometimes we feel

Our smiles upside down

It does not matter what you do

Nor what you’ve done before

There will be, always, one of them

Who drags you to the floor

One person who just won’t believe

That goodness, you have brought

Ironically it’s mostly ‘cause

Their own life matters not

It does not matter to themselves

So then they wish on you

To share their melancholy days

And all their sad boo-hoo

So if you’re good, and ever should

Feel low because of some

Do not regret, and don’t forget

You can’t please everyone

Say I Won’t

We’re people you see, we do what we want

Impossible isn’t a word

If one day they all say that it just can’t be done

We’ll just laugh and say “go join the herd”

No time do we have for the ones who push back

No time do we have, no we don’t

No time do we have for the ones who say no

No time for the ones who just won’t

Achievements are made by the ones who progress

The willing, the daring, take risk

And progress is made by the ones who care less

For the watch than the time on their wrist

None of us knows what’s before us right now

And none of us knows what lies next

But some of us know what we want to come true

We create, we record it in text

The Lannister

Hello dear you love me yes, I hear your heart, it’s thirst

Come close to me but let me see, some things I must say first

This is that which I would think I prob’ly need to mention

You’ll see my pen is out of ink but I still draw attention

A lion isn’t lonely long, it can’t help but call the crowd

I hope you don’t mind noises, ma’am, because these halls will grow quite loud

All these women, all these men, they flock when banners seen

And if you’re kind then you might find that my reaction’s mean

For when you’re me you just can’t seem to find a quiet place

Sometimes I wish that I could disappear without a trace

I’d love to take you to a time when surname mattered naught

Yet sadly I surmise to say that such a time, ’tis not

So if you’re sure and you are pure, I welcome you to this

For there are toys that we enjoy and ma’am…you are my sis’

Judas Iscariot

The pain, he couldn’t carry it

His ship, he wouldn’t ferry it

A grudge, he couldn’t bury it

And task, he couldn’t parry it

How breakable our bonds can be

When held to slightest test

It’s sad to lose the ones we love

The time that we invest

Gossip, hatred, jealousy

Their grip is far too firm

But things come out each time you doubt

And all things come to term

The crown, he won’t be wearing it

The love, he won’t be sharing it

He’s just mere proletariat

This friend, Judas Iscariot

Roses

Roses are red

Violets are blue

These feels, unfamiliar

And they’re all due to you

They stay when you’re gone

Long after you’ve left

I fear I’m a victim

Of some sort of thought-theft

Though despite the discomfort

And these feelings, so new

‘Tis the first time in forever

I’ve felt that they’re true

Please grasp the importance

Of these verses I write

So much more than mere words, you see

They’re my heart’s deepest insight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Starving

He said, she said, this don’t really need said

All that matters is who you become

When camera feeds dead

I know, you know, do you really think though?

Do you really think you know the person

That’s on this show?

I doubt, you doubt, things they claim they’re about

Everyone has seen it done they never

Do what’s spelled out

What’s that? Well, Matt, maybe you should look at

All the promises they made and how to make a bureaucrat

He said, she said, sincerity, it seems dead

All we have is those who give us words when all we need’s bread

Irony

Irony is beautiful, wouldn’t you say?

How funny is hypocrisy when you hear these people say

”Your dreams are just a waste of time” they scoff and berate

But then when we succeed they buy the things we create

People look at people chasing dreams and they judge

Then they work a 9 to 5 while holding this grudge

So for all who do the things they love, I say unto you

I hope these other people see the things that you do

I hope they see the work and the example you’ve set

‘Cause doing what you hate is something I will never get

Expensive is our time in life, it does not come cheap

And when the bill is paid in full they’ll gather and weep

They’ll tell a tale of all the awesome things that you did

And sweep under the carpet all the things that you hid

I wish that we would care more for the families we start

Than the money that was spent for that poor painter’s work of art

I wish it didn’t bother me that when the chips fall

The rich all hang our work up just to decorate their wall

It’s sad that we don’t understand the meaning of life

Happiness is sliced apart- conformity’s the knife

A Waste of Time

A Waste of Time

How often do we fall for things that people say and do?

How often do we wonder if the things they say are true?

And when there’s doubt we call them out when stories don’t connect

I wish I had a dollar for each lie that we collect

What makes us do it? Is it fear?

I fear that I don’t know

But to be real I sort of feel

Like life is just a show

So many actors, all their staff

Just dancing on a stage

And sadly I’d say that I’d laugh

If not for this here page

Pen and pad have saved my life

They’re my only true escape

Avoiding this sharp cutting knife

That’s carves life’s packaged shape

Every night I pray to He

Who I don’t even know

For his hand to help me stand

On nights when I feel low

It’s hard, sometimes, when life’s cold rhymes

Rip out your true heart

I’d give anything, if I could bring

A better, fairer start

Love in Life

So sorely do we wish to find

A person who’s just like our kind

Someone who’s just as weird as us

That we can know and love and trust

A person that just lets us be

And even when we disagree

They know that we’re still meant for them

And do not argue and condemn

Because when love is tried and true

It is not only about you

It is a union that you share

A contract, where you’re both aware

That life is meant for everyone

And when our time is gone and done

You’ll find that what we all should do

Is live it not with one, but two

Dog Tornado

Are those pillows to your liking?

Since you’ve spread them everywhere?

Are you packing to go hiking?

You sure took time arranging, there

I do not get it, little dude

Why must you make a mess?

To be frank, it’s kinda rude

Can you not just chill and rest?

All the blankets, all the throws

In the wash machine

It’s like you think nobody knows

That someone here must clean

Listen, bro, and yes I know

You like to fluff and puff

No more of this dog tornado

Because I’ve had enough

Dog Breath

What do you do when you’re faced with a curse?

A fate that is worse than your death?

A thing that can just be described as the worst

A thing that is Baxter’s dog breath?

I usually let him jump onto my lap

It’s not a big deal, normally

But when I wake up after taking a nap

He tends to come walk over me

He’ll stand on my chest and look into my eye

As if to say “time to get up”

And then he will yawn and make me want to die

As I gag and say “close your mouth, pup”

It’s really not funny, because when he yawns

It’s like he’s exhaling his guts

His breath smells like what he ate from dusk to dawn

And what’s more, he’ll stand on my nuts

So I must say, as I lie here today

Typing and scribbling words

Buy a dog bed, so when you hit the hay

You’ll wake up, and only hear birds

Sleepenstein

Since all I ever do is sleep, a new word I shall give

Replace each word with “sleep” I will, instead of “life” or “live”

We do not have much time to waste, my point, do not contort

So sleep each day as if your last, because our sleep is short

I hate it when peeps waste my time, it’s not like it comes cheap

So get out of my way, alright? I have a life to sleep

Actually I take that back, I meant a sleep to sleep

When Franken’s doctor brought me back, he said “IT IS ASLEEP!”

Hello, Beauty

Hello, Beauty

Hello ma’am, ‘tis nice to know

There’s such a beauty at this show

Next to this aisle seat with me

What’s that, there usher, you disagree?

Please check my ticket, it says right there

That this lady with such fine hair

Is meant to be right at my side

It’s not my making, fate’s our guide

Love, it seems, has made itself

A thing that’s nestled on our shelf

We met, we talked, we kissed, we held

We danced, our love unparalleled

And years later, two turned to three

A lovely, happy, family

Life is but a journey, yes

So please be happy, and do not stress

The Actor

A twisted tale of truth he hid, as lying’s what he always did

Fleeing from the fear his bedroom mirror might make

He never judged the things he’d do, but if the same was done by you

His fingers would be first to point out every mistake

 

No thought for who he really was, and just like this world always does

The lies were the one thing that did him in

He had a picture in his head, and no one ever really said

That he should maybe stop and look within

 

So the tales grew bigger, and, supporting his false life’s grandstand

It wasn’t long until he wished he’d quit

For someone came along, you see, and though he tried to disagree

They ripped his mask and forced him to admit

 

They made him face the truth, at last, and when the time had come to pass

He realized just how awful he had been

And that’s how this old story goes, its theme, the world already knows

That people looking out will not look in

Life

A raindrop has one chance to fall

To land where it might fulfill all

As do dandelions sway

They, just once, will drift away

Breeze will carry, gently now

The seeds of life that they endow

No second chances, no regrets

One life is what each person gets

Do not be nervous

Feel not afraid

Destroy doubt’s wall

And barricade

Live your life as you want to

Do the things you want to do

Boldly tell the one you love

You’re meant to be and not scared of

Embrace the world as you see fit

For time, we don’t get much of it

Make the most of what you’ve got

Live and laugh and love, a lot

A Turn of Events

Once upon a time a lovely maiden did her chores

She cooked and cleaned and washed and dried and wiped down all the floors

And though her Lord looked down at her, ironically this man

Would force himself upon her because when you’re Lord you think you can

He used her for his twisted games, he thought it was alright

Sadly she just let it be, so she could feed her son at night

And so it went for years and years, till finally one day

Her son grew up and saw the truth, saying that “this man must pay”

Despite his mother’s cries and pleas, the son could not forgive

He told her she deserved much more, this was not a way to live

His mom, you see, quick to agree, would never punish him

Her heart was her worst enemy, enabling Lord to live in sin

So the son approached the man, he stood much taller than Lord did

As the Lord said “hello boy, you’ve grown so much since just a kid”

“I know,” son said, “it must be strange, to to be on the receiving end”

“Of the games you play at night, I bet your wife won’t comprehend”

“Won’t comprehend the things you do, to satisfy your appetite”

“I can’t imagine how a person does this and then sleeps at night”

“At least it doesn’t matter now, because I give what is deserved”

“What’s that,” you ask? “To be frank, I really hate to touch a nerve”

“But since we’re here I will be clear, this might begin to sting a bit”

“I’ve wanted this for oh so long, because you’re such a piece of shit”

“It’s my turn now, so turn around, this will not end quick I must say”

“This won’t be fun, and when I’m done, this broomstick will make sure you pay”