Extraordinary Day

Twisted and spinning tighter,
My stomach does not know what to make of emotion,
Pushing for success with a goal in sight,
I have hope for the future.

Wake Me Up To Now

Is there hope for the hopeless,
Or should we just shut our mouths,
Eyes glazing as horror unfolds,
Who determines the useless, the expendable?
When are our mistakes
Blessings in disguise,
Uncloaked of mystery and hate,
When do we do things out of love,
Instead of hate?
Life can spin you rhyme,
Set you a rhythm to live to,
But honesty is harsh,
When will we realize true reality?

I'm Just a Footnote in Your Happiness

My words supplement yours,
Hide me like you have done the rest,
I know the ways to get them to you,
But I am lost when it concerns
getting you to me.
I wish I could say that I will not end up
being the Cupid that has played his part,
Making matches and taking chances,
On everyone but himself,
But here I go.

Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts

Trying to understand the logic of the illogical,
Where lies are truth and the world is upside down,
As a people we grasp on to what does not make sense,
Taking the messes of yesterday
and sweeping them under the carpet.
We chanted for change, change, change,
But are more concerned with personal than professional,
What happened to the honest reality of ourselves,
Where we do no forget that everyone
is nothing but a bundle of emotion and DNA.
Eager to gobble up words of how famous live their lives,
We forget to live out our own,
Unconcerned that we have completely lost ourselves.
Trust me-
They cannot write it better than you have felt it.
What happened to the honest reality of ourselves,
Where the ideal woman was not someone that
is only .2% of the population as a whole,
Leaving others believing they are less than.
Hands that hold the world are shaken, upset,
We have forgotten what it is like to be the truth,
We have forgotten what it is like to look for truth
and have settled for nothing more than second best,
In words,
In relationships,
In ourselves,
In life.

Honestly I Have Been Begging For Answers

If I could,
I would,
Exchange hopelessness for joy,
Embrace love instead of all hate.
Battle weary with nowhere to go,
Up is out of reach and I have been down
too many times.
No rhyme or rhythm to my words,
Just truth,
Mixed with bitterness and sadness,
The circles under my eyes underline the lies.
Fastening my heart to its ball and chain,
Forgoing what is best and seeking what is worse,
I am nothing if not horrible to myself,
Truthfully.

Gotta Be Somebody

Disappointment is a familiar taste,
Always mindful of its lasting residue,
I am quickly reaching my limit of being nothing,
But my mind insists that I try again.

Two to Tango, One to Cry

Did you know that I hate the saying,
"It takes two to tango",
Romanticizing animalistic craving and need
in a negative statement.
What if you are only one,
Without the other that makes you two,
What dancing do you do then,
And can they play your song in the
Lonely Hearts Club band?