where is the light switch?
to turn it off
cannot seem to find it
but must conserve energy
especially in this day and age
it shines so bright though
it glistens and it gleams
it’s like a jewel under fluorescent
but dag yo, just dag.
this mysterious orb
randomly appears in the room
and it’s just like…. there
fuggit.

pure inspiration
different generation
illogical explanation
something something nation
running
cunning
stunning
something
you know? it’s right over there.
no no, not there.
there!
you see what i mean? billy jean?
shhh shhhhhh shhh shh shhh
it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it.
fuck.

could somebody please tell me the way
as i am learning something every single day
could somebody please explain
what exactly there is to maintain
as i look to the left and i see it so clear
and i look to the right and all i see is fear
it’s like i’m walking down this path of shadows and doors
and i’m just here to explore something
that i think i knew a lot about
but it’s like catching the trout from the sea
can never throw it back because it’s meant to be
gotta eat it for dinner and be happy
but then you know it’s just this pool
of faces, thoughts, feelings, conversations, and places
and i feel like a fool
but no matter what i can’t escape this
gotta keep my head up high
gotta swallow my pride
but it’s the american dream know what i mean
it’s like a jungle sometimes
feeling like i connect with others who are throwing rhymes
but then i’m looking through a glass wall
as my mommy catches my fall
because i slipped on some broken glass
and almost busted my ass
and i can see right through the pavement
but the instructions are missing
as i lament watching couples kissing
there is no GPS for life
“turn here before your heart gets slit with a knife”
rolling with the punches
as you begin to resemble your childhood lunches
you can’t help but wonder about it all
and no matter how positive you are
you can only get pushed so far
to feel the necessity to indulge in this cesspool of vomit and grease
what is the number to call the happiness police?
please report to them a combination of various experiences
and a few interferences
a couple of disappearances
all grievances
knowing deep down to acknowledge and appreciate and will soon be shifting experiences
let’s revel now, in this suicide called life
this dark and musty cave
of pain and strife
as you walk away
your nailpolish reflecting in the dimly lit cafe
to hibernate is to be safe
but i never volunteered to play.

better late than never
informative cowardly endeavor
never looked at you with star studded eyes
thought i saw a part of myself, but fucking surprise
coincidences only happening by chance
never tried to force an advance
could have let me known a long time ago
just an innocent crush, guess you are too jaded to know
point gotten now, guess my head isn’t too thick
thanks for wasting my time you fucking slimy prick.

parked the car
that ran out of gas
say it
don’t spray it
hard to go far
when you’re throwing stones at every situation you pass
in your journey of life
unnecessary strife
time goes fast
let’s just have a blast

feelin like
it’s gonna walk on air
that subtle noblety
and that vacant stare
one look at them jeans and i knew
you rough and rugged cowboy
swing that lasso boy, real good
and point your guns in the air
for it’s a duel
bite down on that sandwich
and chew it real good
it’s delicious isn’t it?
it tastes like home.
but you know, chewin on them tobaccos ain’t gonna do you no right
and there ain’t a jacker in sight
but hold up now, wait a minute
let us put some bootie in it
it’s a dance, you see
with skirts and suits and spinning
you gotta jump jive and then you wail
but then you really don’t know
just to be blatantly honest
how to ask for a cupcake in french
but cupcakes are good.
mmm. yummy. cupcakes.
and that is all.
thank you, please drive thru.
would you like fries with that sir?
just send three easy payments of 9.99
plus 99.99 shipping and handling
plus 9999 every additional minute.

same name
different game
a little bit crazy
yet pretty tame
it’s kinda hazy
definitely mazy
but definitely worth the leaps
deep, real, and always keeps
lingering there in various ways
adapting, warming, and peeking in on the days
it’s a boundless journey into the sky
personal evolution bonding the mirror to get high
and it ain’t no surprise
with those magnetic eyes
that there’s something deep inside
to share, create, and confide
so grateful for this gift
the magic to lift
a rock from underneath a shady tree
and reveal how much you mean to me.

candy coated cappuccino
strong, warm, and sweet
the perfect treat
deliciously refreshing
great on the go
surprisingly tantalizing
breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a late night snack
a thirst that keeps you coming back
a delicate blend of the finest ingredients
suitable for both the ladies and the gents
one of life’s most precious presents.

yesterday the rain was unintentionally called out
today it feels like drought
uninformed as to what it truly is about
innately knowing and trusting something deeper which has more clout
acknowledgement of an idea or feeling in the now, and quickly it slides to the past
clouds may come and go, but it is the sunshine which will always last.

he walked right by and left a sign
when she came to look it disappeared into her mind
missing those baby blue sky soul windows
she continues on
it seems like the truth is something only he knows
sometimes it feels like a king looking down on a pawn
but those are rare and in between
the only thing she knows is he would never dare be so mean
she can feel his energy and dreams of his touch
and wishes it wouldn’t feel like asking for too much
she knows he is living the childhood he forgot
but needs to feel the mutual longing for which she has sought
this delicate dance of innuendos leaves the mouth watering for flesh
and it certainly keeps the poetry fresh.