Fairytale Monsters Of The Night

I’m not one to love the auto-tune and

Lover boy songs,

With always happy endings.

They make me sick.

Like the girls always wanting to be the princess.

 

Nothing adds up

To all the stupid things I’ve said.

But that’s what makes life beautiful,

The reality of trouble

And me being in the middle.

 

If I could change my name

It’d be to City Lights,

So everything would be all right.

And I’d always find my way home

On this dark, dark night.

 

But still, nothing adds up

To all the stupid things I’ve done.

But that’s what makes life interesting,

The reality of differences

And me being in the middle.

 

Every time I pass by

This storefront window,

Another ad tells me how to be.

And that’s not me,

So I plug in my headphones and listen.

Faith & Hope, Never Enough.

I just think of Him as an answering machine who sits at a desk with army boots on.

Sitting there choosing who to answer,

while he throws the rest of the voices around like paper planes into acid rains

to make sure their faith can never get too high.

“Help Build A School In AFRICA!”

Walking all over campus today I see written in a magnitude of chalk colors,

“Help build a school in AFRICA!”

With the meeting place and time underneath.

I coudn’t help but have mixed feelings.

Don’t get me wrong, Africa does need help. Does need support. Does need a lot of things.

It is always good to help others.

But, I don’t get that we can’t even help our own schools in our very own states and country first. Walk through some schools that have books from the 1980′s still, no computers, and classrooms full of students they don’t have enough desks.

Shouldn’t we first fix our own schools first? Help the children of this country as well?

Just gets me thinking is all.

There’s plenty of work on this side of the border to help out too. We just don’t always see it. Or advertise it.

I will get off my soapbox now.

TED Lover <3

What are your thoughts?

What would you want known?

It’s All About Perspective

Thought:

This is me. I am myself. So why am I having such a hard time believing it?

Day After Day

I’m sitting at my computer,

typing with my short nimble fingers.

What has my life come to these days?

It seems to me that I’ve gotten from point A to B

in a way

that

I don’t even remember.

It just is

and

that’s ok,

i guess.

It just seems repetative

day

after

day.

Doing the same thing

every

day.

Sometimes I just wish that something would fall from the sky

to change this course my destination point is on.

Yes, I am grateful

don’t get me wrong.

There is just something more,

I don’t know what it is,

but I’m going to find it.

Searching.

So,

I’m sitting at my computer,

typing with my short nimble fingers.

What has my life come to these days?

I’ve got no idea.

But,

I’m going to make it worth something.

I Wish Crazy Things!

like holding out hope that the world goes crazy and the mail arrives on a sunday!

What crazy wishes do you all have?

No One Should Say

I don’t know what to do.

No one should say what you can and can’t do.

I don’t know what to do since I can only live one way…and that way is my truth.

The sun rises and I know I can live this way and it’s okay.

I fall to my knees and try to pray

and if I could do this everyday

I would still live the same old way.

My mind goes on a blast from the past

…and these colors melt into a garden

where I buried my memories into the ground.

I “lie” in this garden and lift my memories out of the ground.

Open my mouth and let it all flow out…

I don’t know what to do.

No one should say what you can and can’t do.

I don’t know what to do since I can live one way

…and that way is my truth.

The sun rises and I know I can live this way and it’s okay.

I fall to my knees and try to pray

and if I could do this everyday

I would still live the same old way.

I would wait for you, wait for you, wait for you.

Don’t hate me for living

just look to this side of my heart.

I’ll wait inside my mind where that garden is hidden.

I’ll keep it all hidden.. if you don’t come soon

and open this side of my heart

to live for you,

live for you,

live for you.

Memories, Pressed Between The Pages Of My Mind

I still remember him like it was yesterday.

You live on Paul!