Getting Lost

Surrounded by my emptiness,
Talking to the wall,
Dreaming of reality,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Getting lost inside my mind,
Only to find I'm too small,
If I were to fall down,
There's no telling how far I'd fall.

Twisting me into haves,
And have knots,
Overshadowed by my thoughts,
Wondering who I am without my mind,
Without my place in time.
When they take away what's left of me,
What will be left to find?
And who will be there to find it,
Or will they be too blind?

Look inside your honest answers,
And find your own truths,
Question your questions,
And answer your answers,
To find your true roots,
Your life is the answer to what you find,
Realize life has started,
Let yourself not be blind.

Magic

Life is magic,
A miracle of nature,
In our abundance
Of infinite space.
Lifeless leagues of nothing,
Balls of burning gas,
For us to wish upon their power.
The lines we draw,
In a night sky's darkness,
The shapes we see,
In clouds of our atmosphere.
The magic of the world,
Existing in our minds,
The slight of hand,
That takes us to worlds unseen,
Worlds that have never been,
Places we could only dream.

Dreaming of more,
Living less.
The magic is when,
These worlds connect.
From a dream,
To a big screen,
From a puzzled look,
To a bound book.
From dream to reality,
A creators mentality.
We are walking in our dreams,
Sleeping only to rest,
To best live the dream of tomorrow.

As Our World Fades Away

We are the evolving animal,
The one that grows in mind.
The one with unlimited potential,
In what our race can find.
Overcoming our emotions,
To pursue rational thought,
Though a beast waits deep inside,
Fighting the fight time has fought.
When the world weighs on us,
Infinite questions on our shoulders,
Will we be the one that breaks down,
Or faces life unwilling to hate others?
In every flaw of every person,
There is an opportunity to understand,
That what each person has become,
Was never really planned.
We are all writing books,
Novels of where we've been,
The sights, the sounds, the actions,
Influence of circumstance, family, friend.
When we most experience our nature,
When the volcano inside erupts,
Will we see the error in our ways,
That our emotions a corrupt?
No gesture made in anger,
Can ever further our race,
For no love survives in that emotion,
That only us, not time can erase.
So in your fitful hateful rage,
Find a truth in yourself,
That it's not power, money or greed,
It's love and kindness that's the wealth.
For only in a sober mind,
Can we see our destiny's fate,
Or lose our sense of balance,
As our world fades away.

Enlighten Yourself

How is success measured,
And who is to measure me?
I own no home.
I have no money,
I'm a nomad,
I'm meant to roam.
I counted my pennies,
But couldn't afford a phone.
I have a job, I went to college,
But I'll throw it all away.
Money's always meant nothing to me,
And still to this day.

If you want to be great,
Make yourself better,
If you want to be the best,
Read the rest of this letter.

There is no contest,
Life is not a race.
Competition exist only in minds,
And on a competitor's face.
We create hate,
We let dream be reality.
If we took everything,
As but a formality,
If we dedicated our lives
To creating the means for every life.
We could lift the world,
Eliminate strife.
If we knew that we did our part
We would be guaranteed a home,
Food in our belly,
Mending for a broken bone.
If you knew you would always
Have the time to nourish your soul,
Could you let go?
Could you burn up all the money,
Burn down the bridges of a delusioned past?

Life is what we make it,
The only thing that we can be the best of
Is ourselves,
The only person you can be better than
Is your former self,
But that isn't competition,
It is growth,
It is maturation,
It's understanding's
Celebration.

We are meant to work together,
Not against,
Our minds are greater together,
The world must be convinced.

Enlighten yourself,
Live the change.

Lost In Transition

Sometimes harmony finds me,
As I introduce paper and pen,
And if things don't go right,
I can always start again.
Scribbles and backspaces,
Erasing the places
Whiteout would have been.

Sometimes I type loudly,
To feel like a real typewriter,
And talk in texts with different fonts,
Highlighted by highlighter.
And when you see my voice in ink,
I hope you think,
"I've seen no words brighter."

Lost in this transition,
Of art and composition,
An age for the brave
To venture unyielding,
Combining technology and feeling.
I see no path to follow here,
But it seems the path is clear.

Sorry

I'm sorry,
I'm missing the memories you're making,
Don't know,
Where I'll be waking at each day's breaking.

Been searching,
Been trying to find myself,
Although now,
You found yourself with someone else.

You are
All I know of love.
You are
All I dream of.

Got one light on,
In this dark room,
Window open,
So I can see the moon,
Praying a star falls,
So I can wish,
One dark night,
To taste your kiss.

Sun wakes me,
Where I am,
I realize,
Life has no plan,
So as I write this script,
I always keep my grip
On the dreams I dream,
And all they mean,
To the hopes of the world,
To the lovers of girls.

I'll be the requiem dream
The dreamers always dreamt,
And I'll always keep your love
In the place it's always kept,
Here in my heart,
Here In my heart,
You're always here in my heart.

Haiku: American Life

A slow suicide,
By our own subliminal
Assassination.