surburban myths

They say the africans
And mexicans
Responsible for our downfall

Walk the streets
Only to find
The truth doesn't stick
Go out to the park
After dark
Revelation's what you might find
Black and brown parents
loving families
Kids in tow
Laugh and smile
Out for an evening walk
While the well off whites
Sell drugs in the park

Who's to blame?

The polish family just next door
Evicted for bad behavior
The racist past
Not well hid
Their kids push drugs
On paths dimly lit
Cops drive by
Unaware
But turn on their lights
For the caddy
Driven by a spic

Who's to blame?
What's the cause?

Too much money
And too little eyes
On the prize
Saftey lost
In skin whiter than
Freshly paved sidewalks
Maybe the attitude
That the ghetto came with
Our new neighbors
Is more harmful
Than the stigmas of their skin
The white girls get pregnant
With their italian boyfriends
No one blinks an eye

Maybe the answer isn't more condos
Or higher price of life
Maybe we need to reevaluate
What all the flags
Hung with care
Really stood for


You know

If they really cared

But then again

We all need some coke
When the lights are down

higher than every angel's voice
true beatuty
soft
loving
calming

where am i?
tunnels run
london to france
where did i fall
between the tracks
this beautiful land
soul spinning in the air
is this real
or did i trip
am i real
or am i an almagation
a constant survey
poular trends
personal brands
a meme transmitting manufactured originality
is it sincere?
is it real

everything
must
fall
in
sequence

c
a
l
m

d
o
w
n

let the beat build
sleep amongst the flowers
let the questions pass
let yourself be you
you are yourself
even a lie is true
when you believe
believe in me
love
laugh
live
survive
friendship is all we need
hand in hand
one in one
the world could use
more love
and less disgrace

Who drinks on a tuesday

The rebels
The ruler
The mildly stupid.

Grey goose
Grey goose
Grey goose
Svedka
Patron
Effen
Effen

Get in the car
The bar is calling
Fake identification
What's your story

Wish she would notice me

Whas your name
Shot down

Roll as a pack.
Divide and conquer
Human instinct
Hunters
Gathering
Pitcher of long islands

Get a number
Make out
She leaves
Text message
Minutes later
Pussy control.

What am I doing?
Hazy
Second pitcher
I like your scarf

Let's go back to my place.
Success
Team awesome
Complimenting wingmen
Pack the car
Pack the bowl

Split to seperate rooms.
Scream my name
I swear this never happens
Sorry but I already came

Can't get it up
Poor performance art
Step your game up

Play videogames
Go to sleep
Go to class
Smoke More Weed
Laugh
Cry
Enjoy life
Do it again

The sex didn't matter
she's still not looking at me

did it ever truely matter?
searching for something to fill
empty lives
empty heads
empty hearts

did you ever wonder

is this all there ever is?

can we change our existence?
can we survive?

our lives are our television
voyeurism
capitalism
watch me
her me
see me
fuck me
leave me
i am naught but entertainment
fold me up
crumple me
change the channel

i'm only staring at the moonlight
looking for perspective
that which doesn't exist
perception
beauty
eyes
beholder

behold me
aspire to be me
i want you
to be the better me
i see him in the moon

he taunts me
happy
am i happy
can we all be happy
fake it baby
maybe
someday
somewhere
smile for the camera
lie to the public
find yourself in me
i am your stepping stone

questions

where are we going

did we ever make it to the end

or are we just spinning


life on the string
existence under the gun

the clock
ticks
slowly
closer
creeping
toward
the end

falling apart or coming together

What have we done?
So
little
time
left
Make it count




So many change

So
Little
Time

Would the me I thought I was
Like the me I became
Or was it all a mistake?


So. Many. Plans.

Twenty. Years. Wasted.

Smoke more pot.








The world is waiting





Pull
Your
Trigger

death's nostalgia

decades peeled back against his face
the night sky shimmers in a sweet embrace
the stereo's swagger bursts through the night
a father's moment revealed to son's eyes
the windows rolled down, spring's soft embrace
as the wind swept whistle caressed his face

two separate moments maligned by time
30 years intertwine in family blood diatribes
the stories once lost one has regained
a calmer mood has come to grace

six months book ended by tragic loss
two grandmothers sleep in dirt. six feet underground
just hours ago he watched the dirt pour
upon seventy eight years of love's fine aura

a grounded voice to thine dreaming tongue
the balance now lost, naught for memories spun
in the webs in corners, in annuls of mind
such loving embrace free flowing of time

brisk wind carries heartbeats of a grandfather's tears
the love of his life no longer lies near
a man so stoic now brought to the brink
to existence of true love, his tears do speak.