The Perfect World

I don't really get it,
But I hope some day I will.
And by 'it' I mean a quadrillion dollars,
Please, in small unmarked bills.

That is the key to all happiness,
Am I sounding obsessed?
I bet if I went back I'd see that I am,
How much do you want to put on it?

But it's not for me, it's for the whole world,
Because if everyone had enough,
To provide for themselves there'd be no more war,
Because everyone really only wants to love.

And it's alright,
If there are people who are still evil,
We'll just put them in jail, it will be easy,
And then everything else will be swell.

Undying

I love you my love,
I love you through the good and the bad.
The sun shining won't blind me,
And the rain won't mask me from this fact.

The wheels of the cars blocking your path to mine,
Threatening anger and frustration,
Are just more things to add to the list,
Of things that exist outside our love's creation.

I swipe it all away from this moment on,
Nothing exists except the air between our eyes.
The anger, the distance, the lack of understanding.
Well, that is just all outside.

And it's alright,
If the other things penetrate again.
They're just jealous of the love that we share,
So, sometimes, we may as well let them in.

Congrats Carolina

We both drank some absinth,
The sound on the tv wasn't that great,
The bar stool wasn't that comfortable,
And to your friends I didn't relate.

I was feeling guilty that my wife was at home,
Six months pregnant and in three days,
I'd be leaving her for a whole three weeks,
And I felt guilty when the bar tab came.

We didn't even talk a whole lot,
And what we talked about didn't touch anything.
I got home late and really couldn't say,
That it was worth it having gone out to watch the game.

But it's alright,
It was the Stanley Cup after all,
And my hockey pool was down to the wire.
In the end it was, of course, the right call.

Need for Escape

I will never do that again,
I say for the thousandth time.
How is it I can understand anything,
But still have to step out of my own mind?

The love I feel for you I don't want to leave,
Though I often view it from another world.
I could lie like this with you for an eternity,
Our married bodies in matching curls.

And never leave, you may say that that sounds lazy,
And that the world wasn't made that way.
Without a good day's hard work how could I learn,
To love you for even one day?

But it's alright,
I think I could manage that.
What say you let me give it a try from now on,
And at the end of my life, I'll report back.

Beer Conversation

I don't really have the time,
To explain it to you.
But if you think you have a handle on it,
And can explain it, please do.

It has something to do with how animals talk,
And how they don't talk like humans,
Though, any outward experiment will show,
That we have no way of looking in.

It's really a line of flight out of this world,
That tweaks our minds to look for new ways,
To do the same old thing, though seemingly better,
Yet, we always look back to the good ol' days.

And it's alright,
I'll still treat you like an animal,
'Cause for all the power I have to look inside you,
You're made of springs and cogs for all I know.

Lengthening the Leash

I'm debt-free and it's a Saturday,
What left is there to do?
I better spend money that I don't have,
To feel more akin to you.

The banks hate me and the credit card companies,
Are mad because I'm amassing points,
Without the counteracting force of interest,
So usury it should be brought to the courts.

My love, we are outcast we are between two classes,
One has less than zero, and one has too much,
But we can't properly be said to be in the middle,
Because of poverty, we are still on the cusp.

But it's alright,
As long as we have each other,
Isn't that right, love will conquer all?
Except the have-to-manage-money tether.

Working It Out

I have a pain in my neck,
That's what I get for trying to improve myself.
That's the last time I listen to my inmate friend.
If he was smart, would he be in jail?

Besides, what's good for the goose? Let's take a gander,
If I haven't already ruined,
Any chance I had to feel like a big man.
I can take a rest soon.

The point of light I am, shining with my being,
Bright enough in the centre, to at least be seen,
Amongst every other point of light, and by that I mean human,
Is a little tired of where it's been.

Oh, it's alright,
No matter where you are, it's a zillion to one,
That you could have ended up anywhere else,
So you may as well make it fun.

Gruesome Beatings

It does not take much,
Or even take very long,
To go from a state of pure hopefulness,
To a state where all hope is gone.

Not to beat a dead horse,
But maybe something that sick's required,
To point out that money's usually involved,
With that type of swing, and it gets tired.

Where is the next great mind to open all of ours,
And show us that a much better use can be made,
Of the potential power of the collective we call society,
Before our hope in it fades?

Is it alright,
When one's survival is always in question?
'Cause that's the case with the majority of humans.
This is not what was hoped for, for our nation.

Options for Some

Can the world offer all things?
I feel like there are limitations,
For example, I can't fly like a bird,
Oh wait, we did come up with that invention.

Of course the sea is off limits- wait that's a lie,
Nemo was there in Verne's head before I was born,
I won't even go into outer space,
My point's made without saying more.

Our minds are stretched by philosophy every age,
And the questions it leaves spurs us to make,
The things in the last age that were impossible,
Until invention's mothered for necessity's sake.

And it's alright,
Don't be scared, money's a limitation after all,
Though, maybe not for the human race as a whole.
Of course, within it it keeps most to a crawl.

No More Hippies

I can't say I've been exploring,
The hippie in me,
I've just been doing things a little bit different,
Now I'm a curiosity.

Will this new decade of the millenium,
Be, in the future, marked by uniformity?
The trends today are absolute prescriptions,
To be considered part of society.

I'm not being over the top for attention,
Maybe it's good to remind people of the possibilities,
Like that we dedicate most of our our lives,
To tasks we would only do for money.

And it's alright,
We do what we have to, now don't we?
There's strength in numbers and now we don't have to fight,
Lions, because we created uzis.

Benefiting from Community

I'm not going to feel bad,
Because the Joneses have more than me.
Maybe my time will come, but from what it will come,
I can't possibly see.

Except in a fantastical way,
Like if I won the lottery,
Or if I was rewarded for what I genuinely like to do,
But that's not the way of society.

We have left Nature not to have to worry,
About fighting Natural elements,
Instead we use up what free time we would have had,
Fighting the barriers of government.

And it's alright,
What I will do is work most of my life,
Figuring how to get around working,
And benefit from human's being unified.

No Winning

I'm not trying to do things,
To make you feel upset.
I'm only pleasing people from pure enjoyment,
And that is what I do best.

The moodiness you show is confusing to me,
Are you just moody or have I done something?
Like steal your thunder, I'm just trying to be nice,
It's just part of my personality.

You just can't win, there's too many people out there,
With too many histories that conflict,
And no matter what you do you can't please everyone,
There's always someone out there that thinks you're a dick.

But it's alright,
Those people don't really count anyway,
'Cause chances are they are a dick themselves,
At least in relation to how you behave.

To Be Rich and Poor

Though the future's uncertain,
I am certainly here,
And no matter how far death is to me,
Ultimately, it's quite near.

But urgency's the last thing that I am feeling,
More like an ennui about what I will become.
The world we live in is so goddam random,
From Mother Nature to the Nation.

Was society rigged with this insecurity,
Or is it an extension of our natures?
I'll tell you one thing if I can't keep my job,
I'm not good for much else, that is for sure.

But it's alright,
Society's been relatively good to me so far,
I'm close to poor with little free time,
But that's still better than most of the world.

Murder Brings Hope

I'm watching Bush talk,
It's about- what's that?- the war.
Someone's been killed that brings the end nearer,
Just like it was nearer before.

He's looking very serious,
And says that he's going to get an assessment from his team,
To tell him how things are going there.
He hasn't got one recently.

He's asking for more patience,
As the murder offers hope,
And hopes that God blesses the Iraqis,
He realizes it's not the same God, no?

And it's alright,
I'm sure he knows what he's doing,
He's been doing what he's doing for a while,
And that's good enough for me.

One

I want to lose myself,
Like I am asleep,
And have the universe come crashing around me,
Until I'm no longer me.

Then will the love I've felt have reached the heights,
That I could never attain as just one,
And that has debased the love I have as a subject,
With no capacity for unison.

The power's there if it is there for anyone,
I probably have less of a hold on the world,
Than if I truly felt that I was where I was supposed to be,
My fate was long ago thrown into a whirl.

And it's alright,
My focus is quickly changing direction.
It's amazing what the creation of another one,
Will do for your stalward solipsism.

Unavoidable Depression

How can one day be high,
And the next one be so low?
I swear sometimes life seems it will be so long,
I want to just sit down and go.

My split fate line haunts me, what happens when you,
Defy the laws that gave you your creation?
I once thought of a man who did just that,
And somehow imagined for him elation.

Everyone one sees lives in fits of depression,
So I guess the purpose of that,
Is to avoid becoming completely complacent,
And not satisfied with where you're at.

And it's alright,
I'm not going to let this sadness spur me on.
I'd rather do things of my own volition,
And not admit that my decisions are wrong.

Attaining Comfort

The things you want are coming,
The universe is just making sure,
The visions in your head are understood enough,
To actually exist in nature.

Just like the pixels of your computer screen,
Though any image is at all possible,
No point can be left to its own imagination,
Or the whole plan will be foiled.

Oh god, I've given up just when you were ready,
To make me the happiest person on earth.
And there's no starting from where I had left off,
There's too many other people that have earned their worth.

And it's alright,
My talk about giving up was only a ruse,
I was only testing you and you passed.
Congratulations, now please give me my due.

Opening Eyes

Suddenly I imagined all eyes,
Open to what is around,
Pressing down on what we most dearly desire,
But not making itself found.

With total freedom what would you do?
I wonder if your actions would follow,
Anything that resembles what we now call good,
And if what we call good is what we should know.

But maybe there's a switch that can be turned on,
That will shed light for everyone about what,
We now call government, and sometimes conspiracy.
I want to know about that a lot.

And it's alright,
You don't need someone in the know to flick the switch,
Just someone free enough to touch the right chord,
And oblivious enough not to know which.

Revolutionary Urges

I'm becoming revolutionary,
For about the thousandth time.
Maybe this time I'll do something about it,
But I'm sure everything will be fine.

Will we destroy the world, or will it destroy us first,
Or will we just move to the moon?
And by "we" I mean the people with all the money.
They figured that out years ago or very soon.

But people will survive here and we are resourceful,
Though the fallout won't make us pretty.
We'll have the knowledge, but also bitterness.
Oh, who knows, maybe we will have learned humanity.

And it's alright,
Brad and Angelina are doing what they can.
Of course they have tons of money themselves,
And they aren't starting a revolution.

A Letter to the Universe

I've been trying visualization,
But it's really only been half-assed,
Oh shit, I hope that hasn't ruined what I've done so far,
Please, Universe, give me all I ask.

And it's not much, at least in so far as what,
You have to do ultimately yourself.
Just tweak a mind to do what it is I want,
I will do everything else.

I'll also imagine that it's already happened,
And let those thoughts fly softly into the air,
And hope in my heart that it not only loves me and returns,
But that it picks up some money while it is out there.

And it's alright,
Don't worry if you can't produce in the end,
I'll keep on chugging, but to be frankly honest,
I would have thought that we were better friends.

Unfair Treatment

Okay, maybe I'm not over it,
And it might be unhealthy to dredge it up,
Or this might be the final expulsion of feelings,
And I can finally wring my mop.

Ultimately, it's none of my concern,
I'll always have to respond to how you act,
And just because you act ignorantly,
It doesn't mean it needs to gore my yak.

I'll do my thing the best I can and if that,
Helps us both complete the task we're given-
Oh shit, you're probably going to take the credit.
Why do I have to work for a living?

Oh it's alright,
Like everybody else that I've met,
I don't expect to be living to work.
We'll all find freedom through the internet.