In a Romantic Fashion I will Experiment my Fear...

Monday, February 20, 2006

A Crowd Pleaser...

So what's your accomplishment today.
Was it saying all those things you meant to say.
How about you walking away.
Announcing that everything's ok.
When it's not.

Don't ever act like.
You never cared for me.
Don't ever say things like.
He's keeping me away from you.
Don't ever do the things that you do.
Don't ever.
Don't ever.
Put on an act for the crowd to see.
They clap their hands & tell you they're pleased.

You wear a mask to not reveil your emotions.
I feel the vibe of your hidden notions.
You put a lockdown on your heart.
As you begin to play your part.
You do it well.
No one could ever tell.
That it's all fake, the act that you are trying to sell.

Don't ever act like.
You never cared for me.
Don't ever say things like.
He's keeping me away from you.
Don't ever do the things that you do.
Don't ever.
Don't ever.
Put on an act for the crowd to see.
They clap their hands and tell you they're pleased.

Someday you will fall down.
Everyone will laugh at this clown.
The spotlight was to much to take.
Get off this stage for your own sake.
Throw away your script of lies.
All the stuff you memorized.
To tell the ones that you please.
It wasn't the key.
To this life.

Don't ever act like.
You never cared for me.
Don't ever say things like.
He's keeping me away from you.
Don't ever do the things that you do.
Don't ever.
Don't ever.
Put on an act for the crowd to see.
They clap their hands and tell you they're pleased.

Don't you realize they all payed to see.
A rendition of what could be.
A modern tragedy.
We are not pleased.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

It's Not Goodbye..

Here's to you buddy, 'ol friend.
Remember way back when.
We use to talk.
About our thoughts.
About this life.
& how it would be easy.
& how it's not.

Months have passed.
& we never mention.
What happened so long ago.
I'm sorry for how things turned out.
& how it took me so long to let it go.

& I thank you for showing me.
How much more I could truely be.
Without it all.
I will not fall.
This is a song for goodbyes.
Right now you probally will sigh.
As you wonder why.
I'm telling you this.

I just thought you should know.
Before you go.
On your way.
To somewhere that I can't explain.
To you.
That you changed me for the better.
& I couldn't be much happier.
Than where I am.
Thank you friend.

& I thank you for showing me.
How much more I could truely be.
Without it all.
I will not fall.
This is a song for goodbyes.
Right now you probally will sigh.
As you wonder why.
I'm telling you this.

Please don't cry, it's not goodbye.
It's I'll see you later.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Mister..

Mister..you are damaging my mind.
Your selfish ways are leading to the time.
When all you have left of me.
Is that torn photograph and your skeptic memory.

Mister.. Mister.
Can't you see.
Your sinister ways.
Are killing me.
Your lifeless emotions.
Are building up.
Till the bomb goes off and you self destruct.
Your rubble is not enough.
This is something I cannot trust.

& she walks away on impulse.
Forgetting that she can't seem to leave.
Her soul is wondering back to that boy.
That she left waiting in heaps.
Of approachable thoughts.
Eating away at the stonecold heart.
Of forgetting his pain.
For how can he be the one that she blames.
For being inapt.

Mister..Mister.
Can't you see.
Your sinister ways.
Are killing me.
Your lifeless emotions.
Are building up.
Till the bomb goes off and you self destruct.
Your rubble is not enough.
This is something I cannot trust.

& according to your condescending ways.
Your judgement is set ablaze.
To condemn my everyway of life.
Your sugarcoated lies are filling up with pain.
Why are you left standing here with nothing left to gain.

Mister..Mister.
Can't you see.
Your sinister ways.
Are killing me.
Your lifeless emotions.
Are building up.
Till the bomb goes off & you self destruct.
Your rubble is not enough.
This is something I cannot trust.

Mister...
Can't you be.
A little more than what everyone else sees.
Mister won't you just find a way to love me.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

By the Sea....

The gentle breeze.
Let's him see.
Her gentle face.
But that's not the case.
Today is much better.
He sees her standing there.

& in his presence she stands.
He reaches and gentley holds her hand.
How can such a love be?
When there's nothing to feel or see.
Love like that is how he holds the key.
To spend an eternity.
With her.
By the sea.

Some question him...demanding to know.
Why he's always on high & never on low.
He simply says...

Her soft voice is carried on the winds.
It's her dreams and kisses she sends.
It's her touch that makes my heart patch.
With powerful waves that crash.
It's the sand that tastes like salt.
Letting me know it wasn't my fault.
The tide rolls in.
& with it she sends.
Her heart.

Summer fades into winter.
He lets her know how much he misses her.
With every prayer he prays.
She never seems to fade.
It's like her soul never died.
That it rolls in on the tide.

Her soft voice is carried on the winds.
It's her dreams and kisses she sends.
It's her touch that makes his heart patch.
With powerful waves that crash.
It's the sand that tastes like salt.
Letting him know it wasn't his fault.
The tide rolls in.
& with it she sends.
Her heart.

Years have gone by.
Since that day that she died.
& he never asks why.
Because he already knows.
Where shes gone.
To somewhere she belongs.
& he'll visit her at dawn.
& sing for her this song.

Your soft voice is carried on the winds.
It's your dreams and kisses that you send.
It's your touch that makes my heart patch.
With powerful waves that crash.
It's the sand that tastes like salt.
Letting me know it wasn't my fault.
The tide rolls in.
& with it you send.
Your heart.

The gentle breeze.
Let's him see.
Her gentle face.
Fading away into...
The sea.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Intoxicated...

The first impression.
Got everyone guessing.
How we could be.
We were so different.
Yet we wanted to see.

The essence of your mind.
Gets me everytime.
I just can't help that feeling.
Of being so alive.

You run your fingers through my hair.
To let me know how much you care.
You're like the sunset on my sea.
You're everything that sets me free.

You inspire me.
To really see.
The world around.
To feel the air.
To taste the rain.
To act insane.

But somehow the essence of your being.
Keeps me singing.
About love, life, and heartbreak.
Sadness, memories, and being fake.

You set my passion on fire.
To become this great songwriter.
& part of me will always know.
That it is you that I owe.
For loving me and awakening my soul.

You intoxicate me with your thoughts.
You're a lot of things that I am not.
You are the one that led me to be.
Expressionistic in everything I hear or see.

The essence of you.
Intoxicates my mind.
Everytime.