Complicated or Simple

You are either someone,
Who thinks with her heart,
And must keep in mind every factor,
And every part,

That may have a feeling about what she does,
Or thinks with her mind,
And doesn't have to keep,
Track of every fact she finds,

And remember facts so that,
You can know who to trust,
Rather than assume the best of all,
And react off the cuff,

To those, not alright,
Who are actually assholes.
Which one are you?
Just so I know.

Being True

There are some things that are expected,
Not because you are oppressed,
By the society in which you live,
Demanding you desist,

From activities that threaten,
Its way of of life,
Or because you've alreadydonee something,
To warrant restricting your rights,

But because, if you want some sort,
Of predictability,
Of how your loved ones will act towords you,
You need to have some stability,

And show that you're alright,
And trustworthy,
Not to do what would be a betrayal,
Of their loyalty.

Live Like We're Dying

There is too much to know, today,
Too many sites to be a member of,
Too many people to know who know everything,
You need to know about the,

Way to meet the people that you need to know,
And the sites you need to be in on,
To truly reflect the person that you are,
And to find self-realization,

Because the way today to identity,
Is by witnessing it on-line.
It's truly a new way of being,
Unless you look at the human race over time,

And see that it's alright,
To be a public persona,
But the eternal mysteries of the soul,
Will still be locked from this arena.

Intentions

Can you misrepresent yourself,
So that other people think,
Your intentions are other than they are,
To hide that you are a rat-fink?

It all depends on your definition,
Of the word 'intentions',
For if you want to avoid all mistakes,
It should be synonymous with 'actions',

And then no thought exists before its actualization.
Oh, what a shallow world that is,
Unless you stop to think about all of your own thoughts,
That may as well never exist,

Because they're alright,
As a reverie.
The risk comes taking some of your darkest thoughts,
And making them reality.

Truthfulness

There is no way to test the truth,
Behind the civilities of life,
Without some kind of sledge hammer,
With which to create strife,

And then to see the reaction of those,
Whose truthfulness you suspect,
Because, of course, if they have nothing to hide,
Their reaction will be quite direct,

Without the threat of disbanding all that came,
Before your interuption to the norm,
But if, all of a sudden, they pull the plug,
On your whole relationship, then be warned,

That it's alright,
To walk away from them at that moment,
In fact it's suggested unless truthfulness,
To you, is of no importance.

Others

It is that easy to let go,
It is that easy to look away,
It is that easy to pretend that nothing,
Matters anyway.

And as long as you do that,
There won't be any responsibility,
That you need recognize, though others might,
Feel you have some, annoyingly.

And if you want to pretend that you understand,
What's going on in others' brains,
It behooves you to assume they want good,
And then you owe them, at least, a way,

To pretend it's alright,
And that you will help take care of them,
'Cause nothing else makes sense when giving life to others,
In the end.

Motivation

One can't be blamed for consistency,
It's the only way to know,
How someone will react to a situation,
Or, at least, which way his mind will go,

Which helps to sort out your own world,
Though there are still infinite factors to address.
You may say you have a friend in arms,
If he does not have to confess,

The 'why's of why he does anything at all.
Wouldn't that be a gas?
Like being two people at once.
Though, you could assume everyone's motivations, I guess.

But it's not alright,
If appearances do not match the truth,
If there's a conscious choice to deceive,
And not an attempt to advise you.