b'airs 'n' rock'am

Its not easy for us to do what we do
like its not easy for you to do as you do
Popping collars is one way to shoot
youre not the only one who thought it was cool

Dropping syllables on a grave or two
Not like there was anything better to do
Its not about the journey, its about the money
Its all about the fame, not about a honey

I cant change for what Ive been
I cant change for what I am
But it was a good run anyway

Otto

I slowly fade away

With the sands of time

Theres no easy way out

I try to keep them at bay

Block them from my mind

But they just keep creeping in

Try breathing in, try breathing out

All just seems so undefined

Like Im passing by

Running out of time

And I feel undermined

I am alive

But for how long a time

We are alive

But why do we try

Fight, just a waste of time

No reason to try

Theres no easy way out

I try to move along

Find where I belong

Someone to rely on

Bridges burn behind, wheels they turn around

All things slowly turn to dark

Like Im passing by

Running out of time

And I feel so undermined

I am alive

But for how long a time

We are alive

But why do we try

I am alive

But for how long a time

We are alive

But still we try

Not saying I wont try

Some flaws I wont deny

Not saying I wont try

Heres hoping I wont die

I am alive

But for how long a time

We are alive

But still we try

I am alive

But for how long a time

We are alive

But still we try

the Goo

in this morning haze, it seems so hard to think
after restless dreams and a lonely night
thought that still haunts my mind
the choices we made inside our heads

seems this world is made for us fools
likely to word just another tool
thought that still haunts our minds
that chances seems too hard to take

wine bottles promptly named 'the goo'
waking up at 3am to the sound we make
when toes touch something oddly cold

Its been cold for months
What if ice never melts
Spring is late this year
What if the ice never melts?

Ill try to look for ways and means
to fix the mood and the lights
Ill try to look for ways and means
to warm it up again

sometimes your mind starts to wonder
when it should be here and now
thought that still haunts inside me
the lack of action and reaction

like letters that shouldve been sent
only so much they could prevent

wine bottles promptly named 'the goo'
waking up at 3am to the sound we make
when toes touch something oddly cold

Its been cold for months
What if ice never melts
Spring is late this year
What if the ice never melts?

Ill try to look for ways and means
to fix the mood and the lights
Ill try to look for ways and means
to warm it up again

In Doubt

If green is for grimwits, and silver for moons
Red can be dangerous, and love is for fools
But fool is something, one should not fear
Because fool is the one, who made it real

If silence is golden, and nothing will last
should be we silent, whats been is past
If anger is venom, hatred comes last
Love is like poison, driving you mad

I dont know what to say to you
Like its driving me away from you
Its not something to brag about
Getting rid of the doubt
To say it out loud

ono

One name over, one nice operation

Opinion necessarily open

Orion never over

On nameless ones, on nightmare oils

Ovulation near over

Obstacles no open

Octagon not overlooked

Obligation not okay

Over, never over

One never over, one niche opportunity

Of neighbors old, of near ops

Over, never over

iPoem

Sometimes I look at myself
then look at others
See no reason for us
to face the facts

Sometimes stop for a moment
look around us all
Its not them, just us
How one reacts

You see something that changes your mind
You hear the voices in the wind
Were the reason it all stopped
Were the reason it all began

Its hard to see beyond the past
How they felt, loved and laughed
If they did what they saw was right
If they tried to make it last

Sometimes I can see and hear
Voices left behind
Theres no them, just us
What you can do in time

You could say its hard to tell
Sky from seas, death from disease
You could say its hard to tell
Us from them, heaven from hell

Still Rambling On

I stared at the white blank space for good five minutes. I had a few things to write about, but I didnt. They didnt feel quite right. What felt right was just to stare. I was listening to a song about gays and gay rights. I wanted to write about that. The pope quit today, I wanted to write about that. Earlier I sat through a somewhat interesting presentation about business and career, and I wanted to write about that too. Just all these things rushing through my mind but nothing felt worth writing about. So I just stared.

I lifted things and put em down, I had chinese, I had ideas and shut them down. I had a dream about donuts and police officers shooting innocent people. I drove my car around the city to run errands. I read about how some people hate others using the word 'literally' too much and in wrong situations these days. I had a bad hair day, so I wore a hat all day. I asked the presentation guy a question, because no one else didnt seem to dare to do it. I offered an extremely dear friend of mine a ride today. I noticed I hear but I dont listen. I wore a shirt with a picture of a cutsie dog on it, even though some people teased me about it in the past. All of these things I did. Still I just stared.

Then I sat down and lit a candle. I like looking at one. Its calming in some way, its soothing warm light and quiet acceptance of itself burning. The dancing shadows it paints, its distinctive smell...I like it, especially during winter time. Then I remembered a song telling about how we should light a candle inside each other, to make us feel love and feel alive. Open the shack door and light it. Because sometimes our shacks need it.

The presentation guy was handsome, well dressed, charismatic and all. Some younger women giggled all the way through the whole thing, and you could see their thought bubbles containing R18 things. The weird thing is that I actually paid more attention more to how he used body language; his hands, facial emotions and posture, more than the actual message itself. He used his hands to support his speech and, if you looked close enough, you could tell how he actually felt about the subject he was talking about just by his body language, regardless of what he said saying about it. And that applies to anyone. For some its easier, for some its harder. But you can tell.

Oh, and on the pope thing. If he was chosen, and he chose to step down, was the right person chosen? Or are popes still human who make choices and choose whats the best thing to do? Or is it just a thing we made up, a shoulder in which some can lean towards? Or is it just human feelings after all...