Why Some People Are Not Nice

It's good to have friends,
They don't grow on trees,
And everyone wants at least one,
And most have no problems seeming,

To be one, even though their intentions,
Are not what you'd think,
Unless you've already been burned once,
Then you're always wondering,

If you have a friend or an opportunist,
Looking only to get.
It's hard to believe such people exist,
And yet,

They're common alright,
Because they've been burned, too,
By no one looking out for them,
IN this harsh, harsh world.

Society's Ultimate Goal Is Not Our Comfort

There is always a moment,
Between doing nothing and something,
Filled with anxiety for what's to come,
And angst for the passing,

Of what your life should be,
Because that is everyone's goal,
And the reason for doing anything,
At all.

But this moment will pass,
And miraculously,
Doing something will actually feel good,
Because then you will see,

That you're alright,
And can get by, if need be,
Because we are all expected to pull our weight,
Regardless of our technology.

The Connections Of Your Past In Relation To Your Present

There is no such thing as time,
When talking about yourself,
And about those who have meant something to you,
Unless you've become someone else,

Which you haven't, if you can remember,
The emotions you shared back then.
Not to say that things are the same now.
You've both gone through evolutions,

Of your surroundings and relationships,
So, you can't really go back now.
You have to start again from the beginning,
And keep in mind how,

You were alright,
Because it could take a bit,
To find common ground again,
If you really want it.

What Never Was Will Never Be

You'll never meet your better,
'Cept when you let her get the best,
Of your natural inclinations,
To fetch a piece of what is left,

After all the best is taken,
Instead you catch her looking west,
To the good side of the city,
And wed her before she jets,

And before you've checked the ticker,
Telling you what time it is,
Which is the time to let things fester,
Before you get her and some kids,

Which is alright,
That's as fine as anything,
And if anyone gives you a lecture,
Fetch your pride and start shooting.

The Fragility of Ego

You'll never be able to,
Understand it all.
Who is for you, and what they really think,
Of you, overall.

All you can do, is know yourself,
And understand every move you make,
So you can answer with authority,
When someone asks you to explain,

How you can justify your actions,
Within their understanding,
Which is only arrived at through honest,
And unforgiving living.

But you're not alright,
Until you've found peace with yourself.
And you don't care about the ways,
Of anyone else.

How Society Was Meant To Offset Reality

Revisit who you were,
In days gone past,
That are usually discarded as the follies of youth,
That were never meant to last,

Because experience tells us that the world,
Is different than you thought,
When you didn't have a care in the world,
But, of course, worry is everyone's lot,

For themselves and those they love,
For the real world doesn't guarantee,
Anything for anyone,
That's just the nature of reality,

And society, right?
But it doesn't have to be.
Let's eliminate one source of this world's worry,
With financial security.

Why You Should Not Be Alright

Every moment offers something,
More to complain about,
Because that is the direction,
You always seek out,

Even when the weather is the clearest,
And your journey blessed with empty roads,
You wish for rain and some goddamn people,
So you weren't so bored,

And when you're coupled in the warmest embrace,
From the person you love the most,
Your mind is on the tasks you need get done,
Fabricated so 's t',

Not be alright,
For you never want to be,
For people might think you're taking it,
Far too easy.

Why We Must Be With Others

The pains you experience,
From the exertions of life,
Stemming from the love you share for others,
And also those you like,

And hate, for they all demand,
Movements you would never make,
If left to yourself on a desert island,
For goodness sake.

But you would never want to live that way,
Away from interaction.
It's been done before and all we learn,
Is that we are social animals,

Which is alright,
If only we could be,
Loving also, but it's not the case.
We're addicted to controversy.

Life vs Death

Enjoy where you are at,
Until it all changes,
Due to something stupid that you've done,
Or the world rearranges,

Either the people or things,
That make up your life,
Which is all there is,
And which will suffice,

For after that,
What there is,
Is nothing you will understand,
Until you're on the precipice.

Which is where you are, alright?
Until you make a change,
For unchanging is another word,
For death.

It Really Doesn't Matter

It really doesn't matter,
Nothing really does,
Ultimately, though, when you think about it,
You can't start with that, because,

Then there's nowhere to go in your mind,
Except for where it goes naturally,
Which has some intrinsic info about yourself,
Actually.

So, maybe it doesn't matter,
And that's just fine,
As long as nothing does,
So you can find,

What it's like to be alright,
And doing what you like,
For when nothing matters,
All that's left is what's right.

When I'm Not With You

You have no idea,
What it's like to be me,
With all my trivial, selfish thoughts,
And activities.

Not to say that I ever think,
Of how what I do,
Affects my loved ones and enemies,
And even you,

Like when you're not around and I'm not alone,
And it's like I was never born,
Into the life you are accustomed to,
And from which I wish I was torn,

But only sometimes, alright?
The rest of the time I am blessed,
And only because I can walk away,
And get a better look and assess.

How Selfish Can You Be?

I suppose any day,
Could be your last,
Whether because you leave this world for good,
Or the current world just becomes past,

Because you've changed, or those around you have,
Or because you've done something,
To change the way your world looks at you,
Whether increasing or mitigating,

Their respect. Ultimately what matters,
Is what is your perspective on life?
Do you believe in the hurt of others,
Or is it just about getting you right?

Because, the latter's alright,
But it makes a very big leap of faith,
That these worlds are just chances to,
Get a glimpse of your own face.

You're a Moving Target

Things change so quickly,
There is no time to change,
Because there's no time to settle in,
To identify the range,

That your bundle of perceptions fit in,
You're a moving target,
And if you think that's not the case,
Have you figured yourself out, yet?

And if you have, then ask yourself,
"Who's done the figuring?"
And then figure out who that is,
And while you're fumbling,

Remember, you're alright,
The point's not to know who you are,
But who you want to be,
Which doesn't have to be far.

Danger All Around

You don't have a safety net,
Not matter what you do,
Or, if you do, it must be,
All around you,

Tight against your skin, stopping you,
From moving into any harm's way,
And coated with a material so thick,
It keeps all harm at bay,

Because there is no way to know which way you'll fall,
Or what might fall on you,
When life is so uncertain,
As is everything that you do.

But it's alright,
Everyone is in the same boat,
And, really, the only way to be safe,
Is to just take a leap of hope.

Maximizing On Humanity's Potential Horizons

Some people argue that character,
Is knowing what your actions,
Could possibly lead to,
And exercising restrictions,

To what you may want to do,
But which might lead to hurting others,
And that way, no guilt will ever visit you,
And you will also have honours,

From those who observe you and you will also,
Be sought out for special tasks,
That require someone that you can trust.
Doesn't everyone want that?

Yes, alright,
Maybe character is enviable.
Though, you deny yourself that human feeling,
Of regretting your true potential.

Capitalism and Our Hearts

Will there always be poor?
Well, yes, as long,
As there is money to earn,
Which is what is wrong,

And both good with us humans.
For what else would allow,
Such an invention other than the precious,
Gift of asking how,

We came here, and recognizing,
Value outside of just,
The food we eat, and shelter from weather?
Though, what's sad is that our lust,

Keeps us alright,
Regardless of anyone else,
Which is what's wrong with,
Our sense of self.

The Extent of Self Reflection

You can change who you are,
Because who you are,
Is just a bundle of perceptions,
Shaken up in a jar,

And twisting the lid is not impossible,
Nor is looking back upon yourself to see,
Through the glass, who you are,
And who you could be.

And actively rearranging.
Now, of course you are,
Going to ask who's doing the rearranging.
Well, that's just going too far.

For, to be alright,
There are some things you should never ask.
And, in case that jar breaks,
You have to keep on your mask.

How You Must Approach Change

Any choice that you make's,
Going to affect someone,
Probably more and probably not all,
Will be of the same opinion,

But even those who end up hurt by it,
Do not need to be angry at you,
Either because you talk them through it,
Or, it's just not what they do,

But those who cannot just let it go,
And recognize that we all have our paths,
Are making a choice also, and that's alright,
Because you don't have to be an ass.

You can be alright,
And live and let live.
Life's not too short to waste time,
But it is to not to forgive.

What If You Let Your Thoughts Out?

There can be nothing else,
Than the two lives that you live,
One, you want everyone to see,
And the one you want to give,

To the world,
But are too afraid,
Either because it's too destructive,
Or because it's what you create,

To escape from the surreality,
And irony of the demands,
From people and things that don't even exist,
Outside of your consciousness.

And maybe it's alright,
To switch your two lives,
Showing everyone your heart,
And hiding what's in front of their eyes.

A Response to Simple Writing

Maybe there is a clearer,
Way to tell the truth,
Simple and unmediated,
Without the complications of youth,

That had to take you on that path,
Of realization,
That despite all uncertainty,
You have to make a decision,

And then you won't have to find,
Those people with the key,
To your encrypted message,
Of sincerity.

Which is alright,
Until you decide you'd like to be,
Friend to all, and uncomplicated.
Though, how many friends do you need?

To Put Yourself Out There

If you're afraid to speak your mind,
Join the club,
Like most people in this world,
You're afraid of,

The controversy of those,
Who do speak their mind,
Who, again, are very rare,
Probably one out of nine.

And, of course, there is the work,
Involved in convincing yourself,
That what you say's what you believe,
And won't be put on the shelf,

Because it's actually alright,
To have an opinion,
And anyone who says different,
Is practicing fascism.

The Responsibility to Yourself and That of Those That Love You

There are some things you need,
To live a life,
Of freedom for you,
No matter the price,

No matter your commitments,
Because those are important, too,
But they are immoral,
If they stop you,

From being who you are,
And what your body demands,
And those who truly love you,
Would do what they can,

To make you alright,
God, the cruelty,
Of those who deny you passion,
For responsibility.

The New Socialism

There are never more problems,
Just different ones,
With each change that you effect,
But it's all about rotation,

So that each person involved,
In the world that you make,
Has his share of good times and bad,
For perspective's sake,

Until eventually perspective,
Says, "the problems're always there",
And it becomes about simply living,
Instead of getting one's fair share.

Not that it's alright,
That there are haves and have-nots,
But maybe everyone should get a turn,
To have whatever they want.

The Fact About Desire

What you want's not bad,
For and in itself,
For until it is real,
It is only on a shelf,

To look at and admire,
And tease your imagination,
Until you reach out and grab it,
Then, you're talking risk of intrusion,

Into the rights and freedoms,
Of another,
And until you test that boundary,
It will continue to bother,

And you may not be alright,
Until you find out in reality,
And risk that potential sin,
For the chance at understanding.

You Will Not Be Free

There's always a limit,
That's just a fact of life,
Permeating every thought you have,
Restricting every light,

It's a prerequisite of every freedom,
Granted by our governments,
And something every animal knows,
Is the code of the system.

What does this mean,
For our everyday lives?
Isn't this obvious,
To everyone and their wives?

It's alright,
Next time you feel boxed in,
Freedom's not something available,
Through revolution or auction.

Society Squashes Desire

This world was made to,
Punish those who wish,
And those who live outside of the norm,
And iconoclasts,

Even if in the end they succeed,
Beyond your wildest dreams,
The path is too hard and unrewarding,
Or, at least that's how it seems,

So rather than try to fulfill one's dreams,
We are encouraged to discourage those,
Of others, and the real reason behind it all,
Only Nature knows,

For it should be alright,
To follow your heart,
As long as you don't harm the hearts of others.
That, my friend, is what's called art.

What Fear Gets You

You better believe that someone,
Will take the opportunity,
That you shun in favour of risklessness,
And wondering what could have been,

And no one else will ever do it,
With such relish as you would,
Or deserves as much, either,
But you'd do it if you could,

Which you can't because you lack the gumption.
I'm sorry, am I being insensitive?
I shouldn't make such a big deal,
Of the quality of how you live.

In fact, it's alright,
Go ahead and underachieve,
And when you're old, make sure you acknowledge,
All you could have been.

Reflection

Please just make your mind blank,
Like the billions before you,
Who walked the earth and who are now gone,
To someplace new.

And if you find this challenging,
As if it's against what you were meant to do,
Reflect upon the fact that if you don't,
You'll be barred from the precious few,

Who then learn to both be blank,
And full at the same time,
Conquering the world anew in each moment,
Completely leaving the old ones behind.

Alright,
There may not be much value in this,
But it's at least good exercise,
To prove that you exist.

You Did It

When you finally get it,
And you start to hone your craft.
It's like you are a different person,
And you just can't beat that,

You start to act differently,
Like you actually understand,
That no one really knows what we're here for,
But we all can,

Help each other find the thing that helps,
Each other feel alright,
Like whittling sticks on a sandy beach,
Or dancing on a Saturday night.

Man, and it's alright,
If you have to do it all alone,
It's not an easy thing to do,
Stumbling upon the unknown.

No Connection

For every person that loves you,
Assume five more don't,
And that one-half actively hates you,
As well as the others that simply won't,

Get to know you, 'cause they don't have time,
What with all the demands on their lives,
Which you are so well aware of, yourself,
Which is why you don't have the time,

To have an opinion of most of those,
That you meet day after day,
Except in so far as you can use them,
Or stay out of their way,

Because we're all alright,
As far as our worlds go,
It's when they collide with others,
That our nastiness shows.

Sorry

You are not responsible,
For anyone else,
At least in so far as they react,
To the shit that happens to themselves,

Even if you know how it is,
You should be in order that,
They are as happy as pigs in shit,
Because you're not responsible for how they react,

And you are responsible for yourself,
And how it is you feel,
And if making them feel alright depresses you,
Then you know the deal,

That it's alright,
That you're not responsible for how they react.
Just worry about what makes you feel good,
And I'm sure they'll be happy with that.

Your Thoughts Deceive

There are things your body tells you,
That are better left unsaid,
Either to the world at large,
Or simply in your head,

Like, how you'd love to smash,
A head or a life,
A thought not foreign to most,
Who have ever experienced strife,

Which is everyone,
For it's a rite of passage,
From childhood to adult.
It's like the old adage:

The kids are alright,
They can stay behind with her,
They'll be better off, anyway,
Than in my unpredictable world.

Legacy

You may be irrelevant,
Though, no more than anyone else,
At least in the overall realm of reality,
And the true nature of the self,

But within the context of the personal,
And the reality we all create,
As a society to nurture each other,
Some are more and some are less great,

And some are just born out of their time,
Some too early and some too late,
And some are meant for a reality,
That humans could never make.

So it's alright,
When in your darkest hours you contemplate,
How your greatest works are valueless.
That is simply some of our fate.

Instinct's Value

There will be moments in your life,
When you feel extremely,
Uncomfortable about what,
You are doing,

And that could be your conscience,
Telling you to stop,
But could it also be the excitement,
Of challenging the cops,

Of flying in the face,
Of society's demands,
In a guerrilla sense,
Not a violent way.

It may be alright,
And ten times in a row, it may not,
But some people will keep trying,
Until they're caught.

Never Enough

Imagine the smallest prison,
That can fit your body,
And still allow a world of horizons,
And possibility,

But only within the bars that you are living,
With no view of what might be outside,
Though, knowing it's the freedom you've always wanted,
Because it always does when you're on the inside,

And no one visits who's not already there,
Within the boundaries of this stifling world,
Oh, and your imagination only thinks about,
What's on the outside, for sure.

You're not alone, alright?
Everyone thinks the same thing,
From their own prisons, both in and out of yours.
That's the f'd up thing about reality.

Summer Hill

There has to be variations,
Of intimacy and depth,
Or I may as well give up,
Living with you til death,

Because then there is no hope,
Of finding by one path,
A truly spiritual moment,
That actually lasts,

Because of the faith,
That you must have,
To change your relationship,
That there's value in that.

And it's not all right,
Nor has it at all left,
That distinctly human emotion,
Of ambivalence.

You Will

The funk you find yourself in,
Is the funk you'll always be in,
And the goal should not be to destroy it,
But to fold it in,

To your most glorious moments,
As a side to how you succeed,
Which you will never do without it,
Because it's something that you need,

Like the baby needs crying,
And water needs to flow,
Things whose value isn't obvious at first,
And which you may never know.

Because, it's not alright,
Until you embrace yourself,
Neurotic paranoiac conspiracist and all.
You're no different than anyone else.

Pleasing

You will never get the,
Combination right,
Telling people what you want to hear,
And never getting it right,

And not realizing that they love you,
And your quirky ways,
Because it's obvious to everyone,
That you only care about today,

When, truth be known, that is very rare,
No matter what you hear.
This world would be a different place,
If people didn't have the fear,

Of not being alright,
In the future.
Of course, they'd also get very little done,
And die young, for sure.

See You Later

There is very little,
That your perfection does not fulfill,
Through your dark and flawless,
And much revealed shell,

To the ideal structure of your bones and soul,
Imagined by my imperfect mind.
Oh, if only I was perfect, too,
That my components might be compatible to thine,

And so that you might give me the time of day,
As I know now you never will,
If only because my humility,
Won't allow me to be capable,

Of being alright,
With assuming I might have a chance,
Because my world is one among many,
Across which I cannot reach my hands.

Don't Worry

Maybe you shouldn't worry,
So much about what people think,
Just a thought, as you redress yourself,
At a word from a dink,

Who has far more issues than you ever will,
And hence his need to take the pains,
To point out things in others, to distract them,
From the fact that he possesses the same,

That he mint not even have if he didn't,
Imagine that he did.
Remember, nothing's real that you haven't thought of.
Is this at all what you imagined,

It is to be alright,
Or did you actually believe,
You would think better of yourself,
After this read?

Sing Me To Sleep

Sleep is not admired,
It's a fatal flaw,
No one ever did anything worthwhile,
Sawing logs,

And if you can't help it,
Take this piece of advise:
Try not to sleep while you're awake,
As a way to hide,

As a way to relinquish responsibility,
From expressing yourself,
Because that's the only thing you have to do,
If you choose to delve,

Into being alright,
If you really want to be,
If not, then please close your eyes,
By all means.

The Start

Yes, I will deface you,
For the love of art,
For the love of myself,
Really, from the start,

But the more the layers,
And the more the nights,
That we are together doing this,
Will complete the sight,

One, day, but not soon,
It needs to take time,
For your new sense of self,
And mine.

And it's alright,
You won't feel a thing,
Until you're torn down,
Or you're a human being.

One Try

Who is the bigger person,
When the one has a pride,
That pushes him to to undermine,
And backhanded remarks, snide,

When the one tries to ignore,
Or, at least, do his job,
Though, it's certainly easier for the one,
Who can afford to be a snob,

And the one reaches out to the other,
As a way to make amends,
Careful not to point out their differences,
And so offend?

To make it alright,
The one has to be sincere,
And the other has to be honest,
When they klink the glasses of their beer.

Location:Vine Ave,Toronto,Canada

Just Saying

The situation you find yourself in,
More often than not,
Moving with people you'd rather not be with,
Not enjoying yourself, a lot,

Not feeling yourself, a lot,
Both emotionally and physically,
Nor other people either,
Is no way to be.

But the alternative is more painful,
Letting people in,
Both emotionally and physically,
Due to your historical situation,

Which was not alright,
Yet, in the past,
Occurring to a person,
Who did not need to last.

Massaging

You may be thinking,
There's things you should have done,
To lead you down a different path,
And real completion,

You should have learned different things,
Stuck with people of a better ilk,
Listened to your heart more seriously,
And glided through life like silk,

Because you're not doing what you thought you would,
While so many, many people are,
And your dreams are the closest things to you,
While their reality's very, very far.

Hmm, it's alright,
Some people weren't meant to be happy.
That's just the truth we all must understand,
Before attempting to thwart destiny.

The Real Perception

No matter what it looks like,
Stick to your guns,
Because no one knows what the fuck,
Are your true intentions,

And every relationship you have,
Is built on trust,
Not in the idea that you exist,
But that each must,

Assume the best of the other,
No matter the circumstance,
Until that trust becomes impossible,
Then you`re no longer friends,

Which is alright,
Because you can't please everyone,
Not because they expect something different,
But because they live on revolution.

Look Out

There will come a time in your life,
If not already,
When you will realize that there's a whole generation,
Not privy,

To what you were exposed to as new tech,
And will not be able to understand,
How lacking in quality what you had was,
And how far they already have,

Come from where you are at the most recent time,
In our history,
Though, so far there's been no evidence,
Of an improvement in technology,

At all...alright,
Maybe except for GPS,
We've really excelled at finding where we're at,
Since, about that, we are most obsessed.

The Cold

The coldness of the wind,
At this time of the year,
Changes the way you look at everything,
Both far and near,

Like when the bath water engulfs you, too,
Or when you're feeling oppressed,
Like everyone you see is laughing at you,
Or when you've finally confessed.

There is no difference, the difference is great,
The chill makes you forget,
All the thoughts you had when you were warm,
And hadn't thought of survival, yet.

And it's alright,
You don't even have to be aware,
Of who you are, most people aren't anyway,
And, frankly, don't even care.

Impossible

Just because nobody gets you,
Doesn't mean you make no sense.
There must be some world, in some time,
Where you'd receive compliments,

Where your ideas would be so lauded,
That you could not show yourself on the street,
Lest you get mauled by a frantic mob,
Believing you have what they seek,

Which is an answer to everything,
Wrapped in a single sentence,
Sought, moreover, in every age,
By every human.

And it's alright,
That you'll never see that world,
No one else will, even in this one.
It's an unfindable pearl.

Oh, Butterfly

A caterpillar lives a full life,
With no expectation,
Or awareness of what she will become,
Is my assumption,

And when she finally emerges,
She is new, but not no longer what she was,
And can forget the life she lived before,
But can't hide it from us.

Oh caterpillar, please be ready,
Not for what you will become, but for what you are,
And take with you all you learned in your present form,
Because all experience helps in the war,

To be alright,
Which is all anyone wishes to be,
And you have to use every weapon in your arsenal,
To maintain you identity.

Sorry

There's nothing more to be said,
At the end of the day,
When you realize that nothing will change,
And so there's nothing left to say,

Until such time that things do change,
Which require that,
Either the change comes from within you,
Or it's a change of fact,

And you can feel elation in either case,
As others try to adjust,
And ride along to improve their lives,
Or be thoroughly in disgust,

That you're alright,
And so sickenly happy,
That you should be taken down a notch or two,
And so be at peace.

Making It Right

It's not how you act,
But how you feel,
But not in terms of your emotions,
But in terms of your zeal,

For other people, whether good or ill,
And that's what will determine your act,
Coupled with your ultimate ends,
Which determines how they'll react,

Because it's not how you feel,
But how you act,
But only if you care what people think,
And some people don't care about that.

But they're not alright,
They're kind of like a psychopath,
It's just they're not diagnosed, as such,
If they've also made a lot of cash.

On the Field

Half of what you're doing,
That others find unique,
Is only understood as something good,
Depending on how you think,

Those around you are related to you,
Foe or friend or not important,
And guaranteed, all but the second one,
Will absolutely leave you short,

Of the proper recognition,
That you may or may not deserve.
How many people do you know who are loved,
Come across as a total jerk?

And it's alright,
How many people do you know,
Who dazzle you with total emptiness,
And rob you blind before they go?

You About Ready?

The feeling of nervousness,
Inflicts everyone.
It fills your body when you know what's coming,
Is of importance,

Of some kind, it could be that,
You're afraid you might succeed,
And there will be more expected of you.
And you're afraid that you're easy to read.

And then, there are others,
Who might actually impede,
With actions outside of your control,
Doing what you need,

To be alright,
And that means not caring,
What others think as you conquer the world,
With abandon and daring.

To Be Alright

Have you worked really hard?
Like really, really hard?
Have you spent years working really hard?
And now the next question's kind of hard.

Have you been doing what you want to do?
Like really, really want to do?
Or have you wasted years working really hard,
At something that isn't you?

And is it too late to begin anew,
And do what you really want to do?
That, is, do you even know what that is?
Though, you'd be alright, if you knew,

'Cause to be alright,
The things to do are two:
Know what it is you really, really like,
And work hard at it, too.

Art

Here's what life gives you,
Other than lemons,
Because those don't exist before the things,
I'm about to tellin'.

It gives you some indistinct idea of who,
Or what you are,
Which gives the illusion that somehow,
You can figure out more,

But if you're honest with yourself,
And that's also impossible,
You will admit the only thing you're sure of,
Is what helps you escape being individual,

Which is when you're alright,
And what one truly calls art,
Those moments when there's no mistaking,
That of which you are a part.

The Secret

It is always worth it,
Saying, "what if?",
It really forces you to understand,
What it is,

That makes you feel like there is something more,
To life, than the struggles you have.
There are moments outside of time,
That go by so fast,

During which you have no thought,
But for what it is you're doing right then.
That is art, that is ecstasy,
That is absolution,

For not being alright,
Every other moment of your life.
You couldn't live content for ever, anyway.
That wouldn't be a life.

Great Weekend

There is one quality,
Shared by everyone,
Who ever felt that life was worth living,
Beyond fornication,

And that is the perception past the details,
Of how you're going to survive,
To the awareness of the big picture,
Viewed from the other side,

Where it is not about how you're treated,
Compared to anyone else,
But how you treat the people that you meet,
Forgetting about yourself,

Because you're alright,
Just start with that,
And your optimism will infect those,
Who aren't on track.

Sun Tomorrow

As the chill of the fall night air,
Falls softly on your bare shoulders,
And slowly travels through to your bones,
To speak intimately of soldiers,

Of love who fire from their machine guns,
Of final fantasies,
The message they were given as death,
To you, who wants none of these,

Your smile belies the darkness of the night,
And of your soul,
Just as your hands are lifted up high,
With a sword in both.

And it's alright,
As long as the Brown-eyed Susans are really dead,
The poison gas of indulgence,
Will never seep out of the holes in your head.

Good Luck

Patience is a virtue,
Because it helps yourself,
Because so much is dependent on the actions of others,
That you must put on the shelf,

All your dreams and desires,
Until you can pick them up again,
After everyone else's anxiety,
Forces them to upend,

Their own plans, if they could only have waited...
But then, again,
For at least someone to realize their dreams,
Not everyone can be patient.

And that's why it's alright,
For people to fail,
Without dark, there can be no light,
And there's no success, if others don't fail.

Until You Know

You always have to work at it,
If you want the benefits,
Of getting something super rad cool,
And knowing why that is,

And if you lose it all, well them the breaks,
And no big deal for someone like you,
Who's had it before and can get it again,
Just by doing nothing new,

And what's the difference anyhow,
Whether you have success or poverty?
And yes those things are actually opposites,
No matter what you read.

And it's alright,
Working hard's not what it's cracked up to be,
All I ask is that you leave some time,
For me.

There

You cannot just do something,
Once and leave it at that,
Until you've done something like it so much,
You're like indifference on a cat,

And somehow there is a point,
After practice makes perfect,
When it only ruins the naturalness,
And moves you into fact,

Which is not life, but a facsimile,
Taken from a photocopy of a depiction,
Shredded and then piecemealed back together,
By a electronic technician.

And it's alright,
If it takes a while to get there,
It's better than going nowhere at all.
And that is certainly not rare.

On A Plane

Flying high, over the world,
Okay, over a small patch,
With very little keeping you alive,
But, not thinking about that,

But, instead, living your life,
As if nothing's threatening it at all,
Not being prepared for the eventuality,
That the house of cards may fall,

As might you, through the morning light,
On your way to a standard rendez vous.
Oh, if you could only see into the future,
You'd be rich, wouldn't you?

And it's alright,
That's nothing new,
Nor is the fact that keeping on keeping on,
Is all you can do.

Of A Sudden

Just like the movies,
Life imitates itself,
And when you show out of the blue, like that,
You imitate no one else,

With any sense of decency,
Or belief in your,
Own right to do what your heart tells you to.
And, I guess, that's what hearts are for.

Until the time when it anihilates,
Everyone in your path,
For that is then not living, at all,
But life imitating death,

But it's alright,
Like global warming creates things anew,
You piss of those who want no change at all,and that's something life would never choose.

The Dream

You will always find that,
A fire's on the way,
Even while you have less possessions,
Than zero, anyway,

Because there's life and then there is life,
In society,
And if you're not in debt in this one,
You're drowning in money,

And we always say we will get out of it,
And we truly live that belief,
Which also is a necessary component,
Of this society.

And it's alright,
You never know what might happen.
You could find yourself trapped in a mine,
Selling your story, "When I Was Trapped In"

You

Can you read someone?
It seems some people can,
And that it helps them get what they want,
Though that can't be the only scam,

For there are others who are oblivious,
To the intentions of those around them,
And who, yet, get exactly what they want,
With very little effort.

Oh well, who are we to wonder,
How this world is made?
With so much success and even more failures,
There's nothing in the plan best laid.

And that's alright,
It just gives hope to all those who,
Can't seem to make ends meet.
Oh, am I talking of you?

Making It Work

Some ways are never harder,
They just require a certain skill set,
Like telling you how much I love you,
Without you getting upset,

Like doing the same over and over again,
And not letting it go stale,
And not ceasing to innovate,
Because that's how you don't fail,

To realize that the grass is never greener,
Just a little hard to see,
And knowing that, shows you it's better,
To nourish your own garden with seeds.

And it's alright,
Even if you don't understand,
And get upset, anyway.
I'll learn to live with the reprimand.

To Get It

It can sometimes happen,
That all you've ever done,
Culminates in the realization,
Of the source of your motivation.

And until it does, you won't believe it will,
And when it does it's like it didn't,
Because the question now is what do you do,
Now that you're finished?

Because life is really that cruel,
You're either searching, or you've finally found,
And finding only leads to getting drunk,
Or resuming looking around.

But it's alright,
You don't want to settle down, anyway,
Or you would not really be living,
No matter how much you can afford to pay.

Don't Really Feel Bad For You

Some things change so quickly,
You may not even know,
How things were before,
So,

Always know your options.
And choose on the fly,
Because without the former,
Life will just pass you by,

And with the latter, too,
Because you have to be aware,
Of what your doing at all times,
To truly care,

That things are alright.
But, maybe you don't,
And only want to live the glory,
Without any of the hope.

Tomorrow, Maybe

What you think the problem is,
Is, to a certain degree,
From a specific perspective,
Not related to me,

And it's not fixable, by any means,
By going through the act,
Which, superficially, would be the result,
When you truthfully react,

From circumstances, naturally arrived at.
Yes, it's not easy,
And requires participation by everyone,
Not just me.

And it's alright,
You will never know,
If you don't really listen,
Don't you know?

The Grass

You say you are not,
In the place you want to be.
So, please, explain exactly, when you imagine it,
What do you see?

Do you know the specific people that are there,
And how they act in every single event?
What is the weather like, and what's the climate,
Of the government?

Does everything just seem to fall in place?
Are you happy all the time?
Was it hard to get to where you are,
Now that everything is sublime?

It's alright,
You don't have to answer right away,
You probably have some more imagining to do,
Before you really understand what you say.

The Truth

There's so much to know,
In this creation,
You could be a sponge and fill yourself up,
And not get close to the realization,

Of how much you fall short of everything,
Though thankfully the brain makes you believe,
There's not much left, and besides, what there is,
Is something to leave,

For others that need it to function in this world,
As contributors to society,
Because your powers would be wasted,
On something like cleaning the street.

But it's alright,
You are completely wrong,
And know no more than anyone else,
In relation to what's really going on

Intimacy

There is no real way,
To get any farther with someone,
Than you are at the moment,
Even if you've just begun,

Because the act of intimacy,
Is an illusion,
It's just a belief that takes you into yourself,
But you are still only one,

And don't be fooled by the words,
Of the other person,
She is only talking to herself,
Using you to create a conversation.

And it's alright,
This isn't unique to our generation,
It's what poets have said since they first opened their mouths,
If you were to listen.

That

Oct 4
There are some moments,
That are purely your own,
That can't be touched by anyone else,
Unless they leave you alone,

Unless they accept the fact,
That no matter where they're at,
You do not exist,
And that is that,

No kids, no dreams,
No way to go,
To meet you anywhere,
Until you can show,

That you're alright,
And then after that,
It's like nothing ever happened.
Can you handle that?

Succeeding

You're never on sure footing,
When progress is your aim,
Because you have to rely on others,
Which is an uncertain game,

Especially the way that you go at it,
Confident in your own approach,
Like the talented player,
Who sees no value in a coach,

Or advantage to team mates,
Because you don't want to rely,
On others, which was the whole point.
Welcome to why,

Our team's not alright,
And never will be.
Until you learn to have some faith,
You'll always thwart your destiny.

Never Too Far

It is impossible,
To do nothing,
It's all about how what you do,
Corresponds with your dreams,

And there's no such thing as going too far,
Astray of where you want to be,
Because paths in life do not diverge,
No matter how it seems,

And we are no further apart now,
Than we were in our teens,
When we were wondering where we'd be now,
And if we'd be married.

And it's alright,
That we went our separate ways,
Somehow, I think we are closer than ever,
Since we have our own bills to pay.

Why You'll Make It

Sometimes, you will feel sad,
No doubt about that,
It's unavoidable in your case,
Because of the stage you're at,

Like when you take the harder choice,
When given the choice between me or him,
Who promises so much more, yet is much more risky.
You're a glutton for expectation,

And so you sit there, getting drunker,
By the minute,
Instead of facing what the world demands,
Because you don't want to see it.

And it's alright,
That's why you're going to be alright,
And accept whatever comes your way,
That's revealed by your decisions light.

When The Nerves Abound

The more you explore,
The more there is to explore,
And the more risks you take,
But also opportunities galore,

As long as you are not tied too strongly,
To any given path,
And hold enough resources in reserve,
To not run out of what you have.

And I know that you really don't like,
To leave home,
And that is certainly understandable,
Until it is shown,

That you're only alright,
When you're beholden to no one,
And can always take it or leave it,
Without a major revolution.

Almost Famous

Just when you think you have it,
You better think again,
Even if you're living life on high,
In a mansion,

With servants who would do anything for you,
Because, just outside,
Is a line-up of others, too,
Who are waiting for them to die,

Because life is short and no one will,
Remember you eventually,
That is if you believe in life after death,
'Cause, otherwise, you have it pretty sweet.

But wait, alright?
There's one more thing to consider:
Strip away the luxury, and what do you have?
Only you know the answer.

We're Not All Bad

A leopard can't change his spots,
But he can certainly wear a coat,
And clean himself up for a night on the town,
And devour you before you know.

And until this has happened to you at least once,
You won't believe that it can be done,
Though, really, the only bad thing about it is,
That your innocence will be gone,

And you may never give the benefit,
Of the doubt to anyone, again,
And until we can end this legacy,
Paradise is an illusion.

Oh, it's alright,
It's not to say that you're ruined,
If you're unfortunate enough to see,
The dark side of humans.

Time to Do It

What of what you do,
Isn't the easiest route?
With all your talk of being someone,
You have to do something, too,

Like what the structure of your life,
Naturally leads to,
Even though within those boundaries,
You sometimes feel you're doing something new,

And, of course, you can do nothing at all,
And just go with the flow,
Though, if that's what you have always done,
You're still not going to know,

If you're alright,
Because you'll have no reference,
To yourself, other than what you've always been,
Which is an untrustworthy lens.

Any Way Maybe

Everyday that's wasted,
In your journey to your bliss,
Could be the one that guarantees,
That it's missed,

And you can never know what's a waste,
Because you can't anticipate which path,
Is the shortest to your ultimate goal,
And you don't really want what it has,

Until your final moments. What you want,
Is it on the horizon,
So you can live that moment before success,
And not the disappointment of acquisition.

And it's alright,
Maybe there's another goal after that,
Though, do you really want to live again,
After learning living demands all that?

In Touch

What you fail to get,
Is that no matter where you are,
The relationship between yourself and the world,
Is hardwired,

And will not change with your environment,
Without some physical adjustment,
To what you know to be what there is,
No matter what you thought it meant,

When you were told that you will never get it,
Or was it, that you have to wait your turn?
Which for you can mean the same thing,
Because you're sure,

That you're alright,
It's every body else,
And success has nothing to do with them,
And only with yourself.

Aging

Aging is not a something,
Or a state of mind,
It's the only thing that you can call,
Reality of any kind,

And you can hold on to whatever you wish,
But if it's days gone by,
The grasp does not limit the distance,
Measured by the ruler of time,

Who makes no exception for anyone,
Who wrinkles your skin and melts your brain,
No matter how much you act like a child,
The results are always the same.

And it's alright,
However you treat it makes no difference,
Among the countless others doing the same,
And the quickly coming infinite

Our Universal Belief

One bite at a time,
That's how you eat an elephant,
Of course, if you only have a day to do it,
You're in a predicament,

That can leave you feeling overwhelmed.
But why would you ever agree,
To something so impossible,
When life should be so free?

When life is so short, oh wait it must,
Have something to do with money,
Which, when you have it, again, in turn,
Helps you to be more free.

But that's not alright,
How we take on chains to be rid of them,
Infusing value where there isn't any,
Except when we are in unison.

All or Nothing

Lay it on the table,
As you see it,
Even if it's layered with interpretations,
That obfuscate it,

In ways the others would not have imagined,
There are two things that could happen:
The revelation of your genious,
Or a demotion.

In the esteen previously awarded you,
But that is really no thing,
Because before this little experience,
You had no inkling,

Whether you were alright,
Or getting screwed,
Because you were too much in your own head,
Not knowing how you were being viewed.

Why Risk It?

Risk is not a bad thing,
The only thing about it,
Is for it to be properly risk,
You've got to leave something not unfit,

With who you are, in fact it could be quite good,
And you may never get it back,
And what you have to gain could be much less,
Though it could be fantast-ic.

But either way, there's the move, itself,
At the point between loss and potential gain,
Which can only be lived for a moment,
And is why risk is often attained.

Because, to be alright,
We all have to feel like we're living,
Which has nothing to do with comfort,
Despite the common way of thinking.

On The Cusp

Everything's on the cusp,
And that's just what you want,
For as long as you can,
As long as there's still water in your cup,

As long what you've already got,
Is enviable by others,
Because people rarely want to give you a chance,
Unless you come from a good mother.

And it's alright,
If you don't have much to work with,
Just pretend you've got a lot going on,
And that usually does it.

The Best Of You

It is not very hard,
To feel extremely I'll,
Whether from some internal wrong,
Or rooted in how you feel,

Because of something that you have done,
But haven't quite come to terms,
With how it fits in your general view,
Of how the world works,

Because we are all at least two people:
Who we are and who we want to be,
And they alternate so often,
It's hard to see,

Which is alright,
Or rather, alright with everyone else,
Because we'll get away with what we can,
To maximize ourselves.<\blockquote>

Sure and Steady

How do you get it all done,
Without the power of ten men,
While others around you seem to coast through life,
With a little acumen,

And a lot of accomplishment?
Well, have you ever been inside,
Their bodies to experience their intensity,
And feel what it is like?

And have you ever stopped to consider,
How little it might actually take,
By being sure and steady, like the turtle,
To win the race,

And not only be alright,
But surpass your fellow human beings?
Maybe you just need that thought in your head,
To actualize the possibility.<\blockquote>

The Wrench

Sometimes things just happen,
That put a wrench in the works,
And you have to decide if you'll use that wrench,
Or let it make you berserk,

If you are even able to think that way,
For many things can contribute to,
Lacking the capacity to adapt,
And let me list some of them for you:

Nature and nurture really covers it all,
But more should be said about the latter,
Parenting and environment are key,
And societal expectations, for that matter.

And it's alright,
If you can't even dislodge the wrench,
And have to live with it.
Eventually, it becomes a cinch.<\blockquote>

A Lesson Learned

A fall from grace isn't fun.
It takes a lot of humility,
And acknowledgement of your failures,
To even be reality.

For don't underestimate the power of denial,
Because, though perception isn't everything,
It is for the purpose of your existence,
And infuses all meaning,

With what you choose to believe,
Whether right or wrong,
Whether diametrically opposed to the truth,
Or aching for a revolution.

And it's alright,
To come to terms with your shortcomings,
But don't do it without observing others'
Or you'll be left with the wrong teachings.<\blockquote>

Today, You Can Rest

Yes, this one is for you,
Who thinks so much of yourself,
That your insecurity leads you to proclaim,
Mastery over everyone else,

And make claims about your abilities,
That simply aren't true,
And run away in the midst of failure,
So it doesn't seem like it's 'cause of you,

And make no qualms about stealing from others,
As if it was your right,
Imagining that they will all forgive you,
When they finally witness your height,

Which won't happen, alright?
For everyone will find you out,
Because no man can hide his true nature,
When he's as mentally deranged as yourself.

Success

You need to have lots going on,
Always and at all times,
To increase the chance of one of those things,
Producing a vine,

That then produces the fruit,
Of your labor, that then may,
Nourish you enough to plant more seeds,
Nourished by the rain,

Which is the downfall precipitated by the,
Tears of joy that rise up to the sky,
By the heat of the growth of the seeds,
Turning into vines.

And you will be alright,
As long as you continue to plant,
And harvest and cry and cultivate,
Instead of working for the man.<\blockquote>

Money's Not Working

If money is the thing,
That concerns you most,
Then money will be the thing that topples you,
Whether or not anyone knows,

Whether you have more than you can use,
Or are wallowing in debt,
See how this invisible power,
Overwhelms your sense?

And, really, it's not all that unimportant,
Even now it's changing hands,
In ways that affect your daily life,
Like only money can.

But it's alright,
Everyone, is in debt,
And everyone can overcome it,
By forgetting that it exists.<\blockquote>

At The Playground

When you're old enough to know better,
You still cannot escape your self,
When you were given no choice,
Of how much clout you held,

In the eyes of your so-called peers.
Kids can be so cruel,
And now they're still just as old as you,
Running the world,

While you are still a scared child,
Because we learn about life,
Far before we're allowed to live in it,
And far before people learn to be nice.

So, it's alright,
If you never amount to anything,
That's how you were programmed to be,
Before you were told you had to make a living.<\blockquote>

Food

Is there enough food for everyone?
Even if there is,
And it is just unfairly distributed,
We're all getting close to famine,

Whether because the ingenuity humans have used,
In creating food outside of Nature,
Falls under the weight of sheer demand,
Which exceeds our capacity, for sure,

Or Nature, herself, turns on our assumptions,
Which we use for all our technology,
That certain things will remain the same,
No matter how we whack and weed.

And it's alright,
There will always be a few of us left,
To start again from the beginning.
If not, we would be bereft.

It's Over

I know trouble's a brewing,
When I hear that timber in your voice,
Saying it's time to give it all up,
And there is no choice,

For that moment because there is no changing,
What you feel,
Just as there's no way of altering your reaction,
When you leap from flying to where you kneel.

But I have learned through experience,
That such landings are simply to prepare,
Weary bones and knotted muscles,
For another leap into the air,

Because you're alright,
No matter how you seem,
The fire without comes from the fire within,
And I'm honored that you've let me in.<\blockquote>

Mush

Yes, you can change your mind,
On even the most important things,
Though, to say 'change' is kind of like,
Saying that the weather's changing,

When it has more to do with your location,
In relation to it.
Spend your life following the sun,
And your days will never be tainted,

Though, you will also always have your head up,
And not notice the changing terrain,
Which, again, isn't really changing at all,
Just like your brain,

So, let's recap, alright?
Go ahead and follow your heart,
Because the mind only exists for it,
And makes no judgement on how flighty you are.<\blockquote>

What You Want

Maybe what you want,
Is closer than you think,
And not in the direction,
You are heading,

Or thinking of heading, because the promise seems,
To be coming from someplace,
You've never been, and have no idea,
Whether it's just a chase,

After the same thing you think's not here,
That is actually just waiting,
For you to pluck it, do you understand,
What I am saying?

That it's alright,
If you stay put,
And try to get what you want where you are.
Most people miss what is just under foot.<\blockquote>