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”

The Good Die Young

A man enters a lonely room, we’ll call him Mr. Bad

Another joins the other, Mr. Goodman, his comrade

They act and play and do the things that all the people do

And every time that Goodman wins folks’ love, Bad smiles too

“Sure it’s great, I do not hate, for Goodman is the best!”

But on the inside, Mr. Bad is beating on his chest

He writhes around until he’s found someone who hates Good too

And plots with them behind the scenes ‘cause that’s what people do

“Come here my dear, now tell me clear, why is it Good you hate?”

Bad asks the girl he found when he pretends they’re on a date

“He’s about him, he’s arrogant, it rubs me the wrong way!”

The words this little lady said what bothered her that day

“I know!” Said Bad, “The facts are had!

To tell you the whole truth

I hate him too, here’s what we’ll do,

we’ll end it in the booth”

And so it went, although Good meant, to only lend a hand

He died that day, I’m sad to say, on this election stand

And so it goes, as we all know, that’s how these things play out

When jealousy, toxicity, takes hold and causes doubt

So if I may, let me please say, if you’re a Mr. Bad

Take my advice: change your life, or you will wish you had.

Where Do You Belong

You ask me why I’m like this

I’ll tell you best I can

Some things have happened in my life

That made me who I am

I used to see things one way

But that way got turned to two

And then I started seeing things

From all these points of view

Everything around me changed

◦ ‘Twas different than before

The world revealed itself to me

As it drug me ‘cross the floor

It showed me everything it made

It showed me that I’m lost

It showed me that there’s many more

Who feel the same exhaust

Then, it softly spoke to me

It told me to be strong

And if you let your weakness win

You’re right where you belong

Sleepster

If you were to ask “What’s he good at now, Matt?”

I would tell you that there is one thing

If you were to ask “Does it make him look fat?”

I would say “Really? Just look at the thing.”

For of all of the things we can do in this world

He basically cares about one

Which is to lie down in a ball as he’s curled

While scoffing when I ask to run

He truly cares not, nothing matters to him

Except for a treat and a nap

If I ask if he’d like to go lift in the gym

He’d say “no, I’ll just sleep on your lap”

“I sleep over here, I sleep over there”

“Must I be forced to pick only one?

“I think that instead, since I’m a dog that is fair”

“I’ll sleep on them all, but you can go run”

We’re All Just Bros

Broseph Stalin, communist, said capitalism, no more

Hipbropatamus in water and he’s swimming to the shore

Winter clouds above and the bro began to pour

She said to put this down so I’ll just bro it on the floor

Shopping all in silence I must tipbro through the store

I’ll bro through basic training when I join the marine corps

A garden bro will tend my crops, my harvest you’ll adore

Scarlet Brohannson takes a bow, and the crowd shouts out “encore!”

I locked the house so to bro in, here’s keys to the back door

Flamingbros at the zoo are cute, you know we all adore

But buffabros and the rhinbros are ugly, an eyesore

I do not bro if I will have the answer you look for

So do not ask this bro again – your question, it’s a bore

Fury

Petty? I shan’t think it’s so!

I have this Monet, and Van Gogh

Clearly, I appreciate

The things the low class tends to hate!

An eye for that which is so grand!

Smaller brains won’t understand

Yes, this is what I say to thee

A peasant is but lesser me

That means that I am better, yes?

Oh come on now, I must digress

Let me say something, highbrow

I am not fucking joking, now

A good person exists in me

The spirit of my mother, see

She can see right through your shit

And make you walk on top of it

So save your graces, save your prayers

Cause I know, you know, no one cares

This isn’t the beginning, friend

It’s just a taste of what’s at end

Okay, Dog

Okay, dog, I love you bro

But there are some things you must know

So please don’t take this the wrong way

They’re just some things I have to say

Please stop yawning in my face

Your breath is worse than cans of mace

It’s so bad that I bet somehow

One day you’ll singe off my eyebrow

Also, stop walking at night

Across my laptop when I write

You broke the mouse pad already

And squished down half the number keys

Oh, and when I’m deep in sleep

Stop staring at me like a creep

It’s so weird when I wake to see

Your glare as you breathe heavily

And one more thing, last saved for best

Stop standing on my freaking chest

I get it, you want to wake me up

But don’t forget who’s boss here, pup

Persevere

I care not for opinions, the things I say are true

My conscience guides and truth resides

in action, not with you

If you must talk then walk the walk, because otherwise

You’re all the same, the fact remains, you’re jealous and unwise

Weakness fosters hate for those who climb above the rest

They try to drown and put you down because they are depressed

Hate is part of this old game, it hasn’t changed at all

It’s been played since the first day that humans learned to crawl

Care not for those who bet you’ll fail, because they are the worst

And even though they think it so, don’t ever lose your thirst

Success will come to those who wait, for patience is virtue

The only ones who’ve seen it done are those who know it’s true

Necessary

NECESSARY

I think I’ll write a poem that speaks epic truth, tonight
It doesn’t matter if you tend to lean left or lean right
Politics aren’t helping us, the gap is greater in-between
We need to stop fixating on whose King or who is Queen

We need to shift the focus to what matters, that’s for real
We need to stop the spinning and start breaking culture’s wheel
Martin wasn’t joking when he wrote that brilliant line
The story’s great, sure, but a grander message lies behind

Nothing’s stronger than a thread that’s woven one and all
But if you try to weave it on your own you’ll sadly fall
History has proven this, it’s not news to anyone
The ink in this here pen I wield weighs more than your big gun

Every life we live is shaped by minds that can run free
And if we came together just imagine what could be
Forgiveness, empathy, this is what we need
And we ever grasp these things our whole planet will be freed

Fire doesn’t put out fire, its ego you should bury
Someone had to say it, right? These words are necessary.

Lines

Rest is what my mind desires

I see the redness, and the fires

I care not what they think of me

My thoughts confine what should be free

A puzzle piece that doesn’t fit

No matter what I do to it

It’s odd how heat can cause such chill

It’s never matched, and never will

The darkness dawns, it’s due to me

As solace comes to set me free

I’ve waited for its calm, you see

And longed for its serenity

There is a message, bottled up

It sits right here inside this cup

Doubt, and weakness, are a sin

And endings start, where they begin