Stepping Out

It is now or never,
That is always the case,
For if you don't move into where you want,
Someone will take your place.

Don't fret for all the people in the world,
There's also much to do,
So many different personalities,
There must be a circle made just for you,

Just like you fill a space within my heart.
No one else would quite fit,
Step inside and mull it over a while,
Until you're confident,

And can step out,
The way you were meant to.
I'll be there every step of the way,
To encourage, cheer, and to support you.

Cryogenics

I want to be frozen,
My intact cells preserved,
'Til they figure out how to rebuild me,
So that I can return,

To do all those things I had no chance to,
Because I didn't have,
The benefit of living a lifetime,
Like I'll have when I return from the grave,

And when I fuck up that existence, too,
Freeze me another time,
I'm bound to get it right eventu'lly,
Then I'll fin'lly be fine,

And then I'll die,
Once and for fucking all,
Why would I come back to do it again,
When there's no longer any obstacles?

These Nighttime Moments

The washing machine runs,
Clanging while the house sleeps,
It stops while I listen from on my bed,
After a midnight beat,

Got to fix the dripping in the damn rad,
God, will it ever cease?
The fixing, building, cleaning, purchasing,
I think, in the glow after my release,

If I don't turn this screen off, I'll go mad,
That's what the experts say,
But, between work, kids, sup and the laundry,
There's not much of a day,

You can speak of,
It's these nighttime moments,
You can really think about what you've got,
And about where everything else went.

When It's Time To Go

If you are all alone,
The world empty of friends,
Too much to clean up to do without help,
No hope of an entrance,

Of that person who doesn't have to think,
When buying you a gift.
It's nothing you've done in particular,
She only doesn't happen to exist.

So what does this life have to offer you?
You'll have to wait and see,
But still seek by exploring other worlds,
'Cause yours isn't working.

It is not right,
You don't need signs to know,
You have to scale that wall just once to get,
That there are endless places you can go.

The Bus

When you're taking the bus,
If you haven't before,
Remember no one takes it willingly,
Except as a good chore,

Like they want to save the environment,
Everything at a cost,
But for the most part, nobody's happy,
Riding this tired, slow, crowded, bumpy bus,

And who's to blame them?  Everbody's dream,
Should be to own a car,
Why else would they have built subdivisions,
'Cept to speed'ly get far?

That's what I want,
To get to you so fast,
I would ride this crappy thing everyday,
E'en if the fare hikes continue to last!

What To Say

How honest can you be,
Before what you express,
Misrepresents what you actu'lly think,
And turns ubiquitous,

Becoming gen'ral rules for everything,
Regardless of loved ones,
Seeming harsh to those looking for a sign,
That you're a living and breathing person,

While all you want to do is not to hide,
Because life is t0o short,
And your only guide is intuition,
The sense not to ignore?

Stick with your guns?
The only truth is you.
Can you actually die knowing that,
You lived a life free of personal truth?

While We're Apart

Life is quite very long,
Despite what the old say,
For they are living through their memories,
With no thought for today,

Which stretches like your hair across your form,
While we remain apart,
Yet, still not reaching through the laptop screen,
'Cept through the secret portal to my heart,

And I could stretch it even further, still,
With thoughts of the future,
And the endless moments still yet to come,
Of waiting- still torture.

But yet, some day,
When we are one again,
I'll probably feel a thousand years old,
For time does fly with the right companion!

Truly

Do what you want to do,
You only have one chance,
As do, too, the people around you,
Telling you how to dance.

You know how it feels to not be moving,
Exactly how you like,
To music not made for your temperament,
You could cut the awkwardness with a knife.

Yes, you have some responsibilities,
That limit your movements,
But limitation is different than,
Certain requirements.

So go ahead,
Be what you want to be.
You will be an envious example,
Amid all this fakeness and tom-fool'ry.

The Obstacles Before Us

Ev'ryone in their life,
Should Exper'ence sadness,
Not for loss of loved ones, but for what they,
Haven't accomplished, yet,

At which point, some will despair and give up,
Like they've done all their life,
For think of all the people in the world,
And the chances of getting what you like!

Then there's that Pegasus,
Persevering in the face of the odds,
Finding life in the bite,
By the gadfly sent by the very gods.

So which are you?
You know nothing's easy,
Even for those who were handed success,
After years of working tirelessly.

The Fever

I know that you're sick, now,
It is causing you to,
Think uncomfortable thoughts 'bout life,
And the things you think due,

Just 'cause the place you happened to be born,
Affords you to take time,
To feel guilt about the things that you have,
While others do not have a fucking dime.

So go vomit in that hotel toilet,
Writing it down won't help,
The chambermaid hired to clean it all up,
Regardless how it sells.

Though, it was good,
And it did make me think,
But art "does not change the life of the poor",
And neither, so you say, will anything.

True Revolution

Revolution mayn't be,
The best way to improve,
The injustices you're experiencing,
Because starting anew,

All the good policies already won,
Just through community,
And the natr'al ev'lution of humans,

Then's a waste of expended energy.

But the good things we have only arise,
If our leaders believe,
That we would revolt, if we do not feel,
We're getting what we need.

That is the key,
To true revolution,
Being willing to throw it all away,
If freedom's not given to everyone!

New Year's Evolution

One cannot let time pass,
Without marking moments,
Like any good story-teller will do,
To concoct importance,

Like this day of three hundred, sixty-five,
Which will start all again,
The lies and illusions you tell yourself,
In the interest of society's ends.

But this is just a step in human growth,
To higher consciousness,
When revolution will mean something more,
Than recast grievances.

It will mean love,
For all's evolution,
Imagine doing all your heart desires.
Expression with no restraints on freedom!

Butterfly Love

Butterflies're not immune,
To the dorsal tube's call,
For the connection to another one,
That will answer it all.

It lives through its stages, like we all do,
Survival on its mind,
Making sense where no real thought is required,
Until a new kind of problem it finds,

The type that threatens all its done so far,
As a poor replacement,
To the width that it could have spread its wings,
If it knew what life meant,

If it had loved,
The way butterflies can,
When they discover the unknown fifth stage,
Which we naively cherish as human.

Les Misérables

Oh, to be Jean Valjean,
There're people at this time,
Imprisoned by this very soci'ty,
For trying to survive,

Dogged by the law once 'caught',
Never given a chance,
A Javert for every cop division,
Ready to strike with lance.

Will the poor, here, rise up against these laws,
That denies most freedom?
They have tried, and they might yet try again,
Bubbles in a cauldron.

So be ready,
Eyes wide for Enjorlas,
What is a life if it's denied its rights?
How many lashes 'til you're furious?

What You've Done

The snow now has fallen,
There is no turning back,
Once done, so many actions are just done,
You can only change tack,

And accept what's been done,
Accept it as a part of who you are,
Like your eyes, skin and nose,
And opinion of war.

You cannot pretend that it wasn't you,
Who did what you had done.
Well, you could but then you're pretending that,
You're an apparition,

That you're not real,
'Cause you only prove that,
By owning the effect you have on life,
For there exists no other kind of fact.

I'll Take It

"If life's an illusion,
I will take it", she said,
And though there isn't any other choice,
It's a nice sentiment.

For though the choices that we actu'lly have,
Only exist within this illusion,
Not wanting to change it,
Is an homage to your situation.

It plants the green grass squarely on your side,
Would that I could join you,
Feeling the blades between our perfect toes,
It's silly to be blue,

When you're alive!
The only other choice,
Is to wish the illusion would transform,
Which means there's a chance I could lose your voice!

Winter Warmth

It is almost here, now,
You see it in the sky,
Clouds plump with snow, the chill air nipping toes.
It's winter passing by!

This is what we waited for all the year,
As kids, aching to be,
Sealed tight in boots, mitts, toques, scarves and snow suit,
Warm and snug as we build, roll, throw and ski.

That is the experience we all share,
And the fire for the new.
You can't live in this Canadian land,
Wanting just summer dew.

You must love cold,
And love the warmth of it.
When all but your kin are frozen in ice,
You learn fast in life what you should covet.

Simple People

You will never know me,
The way that I know me,
Not that that either view's absolutely right,
But, you can ignore me.

So, when I tell you something about me,
There must be some value,
To the nuances that I recognize,
Regardless of how they might seem to you.

We'll agree to disagree on some things,
Outside of you or me,
But I'll not think to know you more than you,
And you do that for me.

'Cause I'm simple,
As I'm sure you are, too.
There's no need to pretend anything else.
Let's let simple people do as they do.

Time Off

Well, it's now the first day,
Of no work for a few,
And, of course, like any other day off,
There is a lot to do,

For as you do those things you need to do,
To make money to live,
Real life continues to move right along,
Demanding that you remain quite restive.

So you have two lives, one to live, one lived,
All to remain alive.
But, where are those moments exper'encing,
The experience of time?

They are nowhere,
Our world has stolen them,
To maintain the structure meant to protect,
Our right to live free of impediments.

Extending Life

What are you doing, now,
That you've recognized that,
Life is as fleeting as the thought of it,
Or the glimpse of a rat?

All your secrets are as enormous as,
The journal of a tick,
And the time you spend pretending they're not,
Doubles the time wasted you could have lived.

Then all you need is a drop of one thing,
To get the paradox,
That you can yet cram an eternity,
Into this tiny box,

All you need's love,
That's what the Beatles sung,
You can love in life, it can be for you.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.