Monday, December 31, 2007

The Republicans

Isn't it wonderful,
That this crisis came around?
Now suddenly your normal complaints,
Can be much more profound.

And I can be much more accommodating,
While not being affected in any adverse way,
For, of course, I had no complaints of my own,
Now I can't possibly have anything to say.

Besides, the brunt of the pressure is certainly not,
On me, just the responsibility to know,
Exactly what to do at all times,
And not reflect on the effects as I go.

And it's alright,
I'm much more resilient than you,
But if you want me to smile while I'm being fucked,
Maybe you should find someone new.

Sunday, December 30, 2007


Sometimes you have to bury,
Yourself alive,
Into the world that you want to deny.
I learned that long ago about mine.

And if you haven't stepped across that line,
Where you believe others share,
And where you have to take into consideration,
Whether they're treated fair,

Then enjoy it while you can, because age will tell you,
That no matter how much you can't prove,
That anybody exists at all,
Meaning only exists if you do.

And it's not alright,
If you don't ever accept others are real,
Even if you are a nice guy,
There is no life if you do not feel.

Saturday, December 29, 2007


Once in a while you have to,
Remember where you're from,
And if that means painful memories,
Well, then, life's not always fun.

But there is the fact that,
It offers a different perspective,
Of where you are at the moment,
From a stance that's instructive,

Because it's real, for really,
Can you really judge your life,
From a perspective of what ifs,
Without reality's strife?

And it's alright,
If the pain makes you cry,
You'd be crying inside anyway,
And not even know why.

Friday, December 28, 2007

As My Son Hits+ the Keys

I can't do much,
With the way things are right now,
But I think that there are always ways,

Like, when you're trying to get through,
Anything that won't let you,
Patience is sometimes the key,
If nothing else new.

Sometimes I just have to stop,
Until the storm calms down,
Even if it doesn't make sense,
And it takes an hour.

And it's alright,
It's all for a good cause,
I love my son and would do anything,
Not to give him pause.

Thursday, December 27, 2007


How much can you get done?
I guess as much as you can,
While still leaving time for relaxation,
Though, that is something also, you understand.

Because, you see, relaxation's an activity,
That puts you in communion with yourself,
During which you learn what you'd like to do,
When you're actually doing something else.

It's also a time to reflect on what,
You have done up to this point,
And to pass judgement on it so that you,
Can decide if you want to keep going.

And it's alright,
If all you do is do,
You may not have many friends,
But you have a lot of products, don't you?

Tuesday, December 25, 2007


There may not be much to see,
In this world in which I live,
So much so that if you look around,
I don't have much to give.

But someone has to not have it,
Or we will all soon forget,
That we all started from nothing,
And I can't do that yet.

So recognize that all I've said,
Is really the same,
After over 600 tries,
Suffusing the terrain.

And it's alright,
If it never changes,
That's the way we like it,
Through the ages.

Off We Go

Two things can be completely different,
Even if they're essentially the same,
And there is no way to deal with both of them,
In any useful way,

As if there's something wrong with one and not the other,
I've learned this far too many times,
Even if when I do the right thing,
I feel like a pussy, I am still feeling fine,

Because time passes and there's nothing you can do,
With it except take away its lessons,
Even if it's that you like to get burned,
And not learning is definitely your passion.

And it's alright,
If you make no apologies.
As long as you understand yourself,
Other people can go do other things.

Monday, December 24, 2007

The Line

There are limits to everything,
That's something everyone ought to know,
That's what gives things in general definition,
In this world.

Like where nations end and boundaries begin,
And where my heart stops,
Sometimes when nature prescribes a line,
She prescribes a lot.

And ultimately, it doesn't matter,
Because it doesn't change the way you live.
You still have demands beyond the limits,
Of what you're willing to give.

And it's alright,
I really don't mind,
If that is what I really have to do,
Then I will simply have to move my line.

Sunday, December 23, 2007


Sometimes one lives happily,
With, still, anxiety underneath,
With reason, for sure, but still you got to think,
What's going on in the people you meet.

And what's going on with the company that,
Spends all its money on making you think,
You want something you don't really want,
Though, some people would disagree,

Because what comes first, what you want or what they say?
I don't really know.
I guess what you have to do is know yourself,
And then you'll know where to go.

And it's alright,
How long can you think about,
Whether what you want is what you want,
Without freaking yourself out?

Saturday, December 22, 2007

I'll See You

It's really quite impossible,
To expect me to connect to you,
When worlds separate everyone else,
And with us, multiply that by two.

When I look inside me,
What is it that I find?
I have to admit not a lot, but what's there,
Could occupy a mind.

So, rest assured that it is all-consumed,
By the connection that we have formed,
That creates its own world that I treasure more than the,
One that I just found myself in when I was born.

And it's alright,
If right now it does not seem all that grand,
Eventually, it won't seem much better,
But we'll appreciate that we still stand

Friday, December 21, 2007


There is nothing you can do,
Once what is done is done,
Except to deal with what there is to do,
Now that it's your responsibility, son.

I could have told you there was something wrong,
But my advice wasn't on your agenda,
So, now what will you do? Because I do not,
Have anymore to lend ya.

And you are older now and 'know' what you're doing,
Wow, has it really been that long,
Since I had the power to tell you anything?
Now look what you have done.

And it's alright,
One day you'll get it,
And you will know what it was like being me,
And being avoided.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

CPR - Objects

There are three ways to think of things:
Possible, Real or Necessary.
If I had to describe my need for you,
I'd pick the third of the three.

And if I needed to describe anything,
When it comes to what we could do,
The first would be the word to describe it.
Do you feel the same way, too?

The second word really escapes my grasp,
Because nothing feels that way to me.
If anything, it's all a dream,
For how could anything be this amazing?

Though, it's alright,
That nothing is actually more than what we see,
When feeling something feels this real,
What more could you actually need?

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Getting Through

Is there such a thing,
As going in over your head?
Because if that is where I went with you,
I'd rather curl up in a ball instead.

I'd rather do everything my parents ever wanted,
And listen to my teachers' advice.
In retrospect, that's not a bad idea,
But I think you get my plight.

I'd rather tell the world it's fine as it is,
And drive a Hummer through the rain forest,
To the most pristine village still existing,
And leave them a the box set of "So You Think You Can Dance".

But it's alright,
I think we're going to be just fine,
Even if you have to stand on my shoulders,
And I have to hold my breath sometimes.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Live Honestly

Everything's uncertain,
Even the most sure,
Because we really don't even know,
Reality's actual structure.

And people warn not to,
Let that convince you to let loose.
Rather, do all you can to hold onto,
The ties that bind you.

Don't live life as if,
Any minute, your chair could disappear,
It only takes away from society's need,
To manufacture fear.

'Cause it's alright,
If your mortgage comes up due,
When you live life truthfully.
That has value, too.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Onward and Upward

When you can go no further,
But society says you must,
Nay, decency says about the same thing,
Look at that line in the dust,

And imagine yourself already past it,
Assuming that's where you want to be,
For nothing worthwhile has ever fallen short,
That's the nature of market mentality.

And your body will thank you later,
Because your mind will see that it was the best.
No one ever wished for mediocre,
Though many people often settle for less.

And it's alright,
The hardest part is deciding.
Doing is something you do anyway,
Unless you're talking about hiding.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

CPR - Cause and Effect

Now we find out nothing,
That we experience,
Can happen outside of time,
Because that's how we consume sense.

And so nothing can happen without cause and effect,
Because succession is a part of our make-up.
So, if something doesn't seem to follow something,
I guess you're in the wrong get-up.

But, what of the first thing you ever sense,
How can that exist in a state of succession?
There's nothing before it except no time,
Which is an impossible proposition.

I guess it's alright,
One can't answer everything,
Though, when you're promising that you will,
You kind of expose yourself as a pussy.

Saturday, December 15, 2007


You can't misinterpret motives,
For all you have in your world,
Are your interpretations of it,
So they all make up the same circle.

And if what you are hearing offends you,
Then, don't be afraid to speak against it,
But don't be surprised if what you think is denied,
For others have their own world, let's face it.

And so maybe the trick is to give,
Others the benefit of the doubt,
For even if they mean it the way it sounds,
Your innocence may make them throw their ignorance out.

And it's alright,
If they never change their ways,
Your last laugh is that you are living in bliss,
And they're miserable as they abase.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Until They Stop

How much can one put up with,
When she has no control,
Over the reaction of her body to,
The everlasting drone,

Of the spewing of the active mind?
Well, I guess one will surely find,
That anything is possible when your mind's to it,
And money's on the line.

And once defenses bring themselves down,
And you start to listen to the spirit,
You may find within what was before cacophony,
Is something good, and you are happy to hear it.

And it's alright,
If there never really is,
For your world is not ruled by others' sounds,
But by what your mind finds spurious.

Thursday, December 13, 2007


It all works in the end anyway,
As long as you're doing the right thing.
And you know you are by the feeling you get,
During decision-making.

Because inside of us is something outside,
The influences or habit of culture.
I know the proof for this is impossible,
But instinct is supernatural.

And why is that? Because it's always there,
From the moment you slide into this world,
And you slowly shimmy to that life-giving breast,
Before you ever want to kiss a girl.

And it's alright,
If you've ignored it for so long,
That you don't think you'll ever get it back,
Because you're wrong.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

I'm Not Pissed

Take the smallest particle,
Mash it to a pulp,
Slice it in two and you may have a clue,
Of the amount I give a fuck.

We've reached the nugget of the problem here,
And it comes down to the core,
Of what motivates us in every action,
That which I couldn't treasure more.

And I'm not surprised that ours contradicts,
That's true for all, but maybe more for us,
Okay, maybe I don't truly believe that,
Distance in this realm is always ambiguous.

And it's alright,
We can never quit this thing.
That would only be another failure,
In a pretty impressively long string.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007


Is it ever wise,
To try to change someone?
According to my mom, that never works,
And only causes friction.

Manipulation might just work,
But then the person isn't being someone,
For you more than they're being a tool,
And your heart needs communication.

Not that one doesn't speak to things that they use,
When they do not cooperate.
I guess my point is allowing life to live,
Is more important than not being late.

And it's alright,
If your own life sinks because you refuse,
To treat people other than human,
Instead of things that you simply use.

Monday, December 10, 2007


It's always seemed something different,
Than the world's natural state.
A coat of cold to preserve the earth;
A period to cool all hate.

It bundles us up while we wander about,
Separating us in a real way,
Revealing the truth that even when it's warm,
We're cold to each other, anyway.

And for the daring, it begs you to leap,
Into its icy world with no life.
A heart beat leaping among the ruins,
A red beacon where there is no light.

And it's alright,
Maybe it's natural after all.
What's more pristine than a lifeless land,
Traversed by an adventurous soul?

Sunday, December 09, 2007

The Trick

Let's get things started,
And not look back this time.
I've got a world of it available,
And that is only mine.

The breakthrough consists in realizing that it,
I mean time, really has no bounds,
And so it can be used up eternally,
And it's easier than it sounds,

You just have to extend yourself through your schemata,
Out to the existences you'll never know,
And with faith understand what others need,
And be sensitive to that as you go,

And it will be alright,
You'll get everything that you need to, done,
And you will look like a superstar to most people,
And simply someone who gets it to some.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Missed Opportunities

What does it really take,
To get people motivated,
To do the things that are best for them,
Instead of sitting back and waiting,

For what's not going to come, which is anything,
Unless energy is expended,
On something other than what you already have?
Nothing yeilds its contents unless it's upended.

But people are too busy, at least they think they are,
Because society demands so much,
Time to maintain the life that it offers,
Which is yet minimal, as such.

And it's alright,
If life seems precarious as you are trying,
Your learning curve's highest when you're learning to walk.
Why stop doing it as you're nearer dying?

Friday, December 07, 2007

A Day

Dum dee dee dee dum dum,
My eyes are awkwardly looking away.
After such a run with no results,
I guess there's nothing much to say.

But you held such promise and optimism,
It seems no world should have been able to withstand,
The juggernauts of your persistence,
I just don't understand.

Of course, the world's not over and it may just change,
Enough to let you in.
And if not, well you can always come by my place,
For a bottle of spiritual-cleansing gin.

'Cause it's alright,
To sometimes start again.
Life is long, no matter what people say,
And no matter the evidence.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

CPR - Schemata

Your possibilities are endless,
Unless you look into yourself,
To find that in order to take this world,
You have to filter most of it out,

And never know the things in themselves,
And never know if the things in themselves are,
Something that corresponds with what your body lets,
You experience as the world.

But, if you could detail all of the ways,
That it is that you actually perceive,
Some think you've arrived at objectivity,
At least, within the world in which you see.

But then, alright,
What if you've spent all that time writing it down,
And then the filters open up new worlds?
Do you enjoy or redetail the things you've found?

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

No More Barriers

It's amazing what you get used to,
Once you resign yourself to it.
Placing yourself in another world,
Is as easy as the utterance.

Because what are other worlds really made of,
But other people doing other things?
Take any cross-section of any population,
And you'll find the same personalities.

So wander all you want, I think that's the point,
This world's no longer about keeping your place.
People everywhere are searching for the new,
And no longer afraid of a new face.

And it's alright,
If you're kicked out of one world,
As long as you don't feel you belong in just one,
There're plenty more in which your wings can unfurl.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

The Leap

Okay, this is the last time,
That uncertainty washes over me,
For what good is such a feeling if,
You have to keep on living?

You do things and in the great scheme of things,
The things you do are not that great,
In terms of their effect on anyone,
Even if they cause you to lie prostrate.

So go on living in case you fall behind,
The things that you get done as matter of course,
And F the thoughts that your decisions aren't right,
Because that's not helpful when you're using the Force.

And it's alright,
If you sometimes fall on your face,
Trump's been bankrupt three times in his life,
Which is how he's kept his fortunes in place.

Monday, December 03, 2007


Whatever you have to do,
To do what you have to do,
Should be what is that you do,
To see what you want to do through.

Especially when you are on a roll,
And nothing quite can go wrong.
You do the impossible when you can,
Because, you never can for long,

Unless you ride the wave on pure faith,
And let no reality in.
And what is reality except what you make it?
All you have in your eyes is your vision.

And it's alright,
If it all goes to pot,
Nothing risked and nothing gained,
Live as you live and never gain a lot.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Making Moves

What is truly living,
But feeling that you could die?
So why, for safety's sake, do we mostly,
Suck our lives dry,

And live just within the zone that is created,
So that we cannot cause too much ado?
You're thinking society's not its own living being,
If you think it's not out to suppress you.

For to it, we are only a component,
Of how its biology comports ,
If we're good, but we could also be considered a cancer,
If we're living too big for its comfort.

But it's alright,
Pushing the limits doesn't mean death,
It just means a greater rush of living,
And the potential for increased debt.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Just Do It

I can't stress more fully,
While containing this much stress,
How nothing was ever won in this world,
With guaranteed ends.

It's the nature of risk, not that it's risky,
But that the rewards can be so great,
And no analysis before the fact,
Can prepare you for the day.

Nobody can give you more than opinion,
About how things will turn out,
Which they offer not as what they think,
But as fodder for when it all falls out.

But it's alright,
Even if it does, at that.
You'll never look back and think, "I'm glad I didn't do it",
At least, not with the same joy if you actually had.