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My Scar

My Scar

With her hands, she broke my heart
but I just let it mend
I let it heal into a scar
to remind me once again
that you were here in my heart

Every now and then,
there's pleasure to look at scars
than the pain that had been

I Read a Book

I Read a Book

I woke up this morning and I read a book
with words I've never read standing before me
Then I take a look. They say you adore me
but it's only a book. And books start to bore me
especially when all they do is never come true

So in a world where we bleed what we dream,
the days- like thunder- go rolling by
And in a world where we want more than we need,
I wonder why I'm so ready to live that I could die

And so these words stand before me
just bleeding through the page
I can't read them anymore
no matter what they say
They've caused this blind man to squint and turn away

And like rain, my hopes fall down
and I just can't dance anymore
And like me, my dreams all drown
until I forget what I'm crying for

The rainbows aren't what they seem-
the sun just shades away
The rainbows are only in dreams
The sun shivers with your cold embrace

Won't you just hold me like you'll never leave?
Won't you just smile like we'll always be?
Won't you just shine like the stars in a space of sea?
Won't you just live, won't you just live with me?

I've mistaken my dreams for memories
I've never really had you
And I'm reading books of us like fantasies,
but the stories I read will never come true

And out of all the things I've ever wanted and never had-
more than anything, I want you.

The Flower in Compton

The Flower in Compton

I saw a flower in Compton-
down to its final breath -
spread a seed on the ground before its death
No eulogy whispered --- no tears, no shade
Just the thought that martyrs aren't born,
they're made

And so the seed grew up in Compton -
that which the concrete embraces
We see the sun still shines even in the worst of places

A flower's chosen by a lover,
and given to a girl
on a prom night to match her dress
And though the flower was weak
and drab in color,
no girl's ever been more in happiness

Hung flowers from the ceilings ---
they never do die
How to cheat death
is just to remember a time

Girl moves from Compton to Hollywood-
wants to never go back
But as she learns things aren't that different
on either side of the track,
she sits in her bed and thinks in her head
that she wants to go back

As she still keeps that flower
over her bed,
She remembers and she smiles through all the pain

And because she smiles
and a smile's the greatest of things,
we know that flower didn't die in vain

Spending Time

Spending Time
If I could spend my time with you,
I'd use all that I had
If I could buy my happiness,
I'd spend my money glad

I'd sell my soul and more
I'd spend all of my cash
If I could spend my time with you,
I'd give everything I had

If I could reach into my soul
like a pocket never torn
I would reach into my whole
and find pieces never lorn

If I could spend my time with you,
I'd buy all that I could
If I could spend my time with you,
just know that I would

If I could save my every hour,
I'd beg them from the curb
I would beg with all my power
for them to throw me all of theirs

If I could spend my time with you,
just know that I would splurge
I'd spend my every second
and I'd be spending all of theirs

I won't save it for a rainy day
I wouldn't pay back any loans
My debt I owe to myself
to never be alone

So if I could spend my time with you,
I'd spend my every dime
If I could spend it all on you,
I would spend all my time

The Words You Know All Too Well

The Words You Know All Too Well

She pours her man a half cup
of milk he says is empty
Some problems only last because
the question's never clear
.........
He says to her let's cross dear-
Our days are surely plenty-
When we reach the bridge
or at least when we're near

But she's given him a blank stare
as she crosses her legs now
We see that even roses
eventually start to wilt
.........
She's sitting in there trying
to unscramble an egg now
She's crying in the kitchen,
for the milk has all been spilt


Actions speak louder
and the bigger they are now,
all of your actions
will soon just have to fall
.........
He pretends to not listen
and exits the kitchen
He pretends to not hear her
so he hears her not at all

Let bygones be bygones
Let live and let live
What's not seen's not
ever in your mind
.........
All's well that end's well
Be safer than sorry
Wounds shall all heal by
the hands of all our Time


So he puts on his shoes now-
the ones that he's wearing
because they fit him,
and not because they're nice
.........
He walks on the road now
of good intentions
From the pan to the fire
From the fire to the ice

And though absence is fonder
and blood is much thicker,
all that he thinks now
is it takes two to tango
.........
And he thinks he'll never again
dance while he's happy,
for what's here today
is gone by tomorrow


And tomorrow has come now
And he's still walking
So many tomorrows
have brought him here today
.........
The grass was much greener
but now it isn't
It's fading quickly
with every step along the way

He's made it to heaven
He sees the stairs now
The longest line as
the stairs are at his feet
.........
But it's not his heaven
His heaven was with her
He sees heaven was taking
the bitter with the sweet


And as he's thinking of heaven,
he thinks of the dress code
He thinks of the cost-
for he's already sold his soul
.........
He carries a picture
of her in his pocket
It's worth a thousand
but most were never told

He never told her
He went for his fortune
His silence glittered
but all that glitters is not gold
.........
The sun is shining
but it's so cold now
with no silver lining
shining on his road


It's never over
but now it's ended
With everyone around him,
he knows he's alone
.........
Love's fairness has killed him
The war hasn't mended
All he thinks now is
there's no place like home.

The words you know all too well might not be as obviously understood as you might think. The words of this poem come from a long list of American proverbs and any clarity or comprehension you may find in this piece merely occurs because you understand and possess this particularly cultural literacy. To a foreigner or to someone unfamiliar with these proverbs, this poem wouldn't make any sense whatsoever and perhaps that person wouldn't even be able to follow this simple story. To fully understand what I'm speaking of, try reading the poem and imagine how it would sound if you've never heard such phrases as "the grass is always greener on the other side" or "if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen" or "the cup is either half full or half empty". Such sayings promote our shared mentalities and are the common ground on which we tread. But I assure you that not everyone treads along with us. This is how complex our world is. This is how relationships are at times. You assume the other knows where you're coming from when all you have to do is stop assuming and just tell them where you're coming from. Communication is the key that's often times taken for granted or even sometimes completely overlooked.

Keep Me In The Dark

Keep Me In The Dark

Just put my heart in deepened ground
I don't think I'll need it anymore
It's too much to carry when it's around,
too much to mend when it gets torn

Just throw that clock right out the window
I believe it's rolling much too slow
So much pain out the pane
now the days will just go and go and go

Just place my eyes down in the sand
'cause what's not seen isn't desired
And I'll never again feel the pain of someone's figurative hand
I would run, but I'm much too tired

Just let me live until I die
even if I die while I'm still alive
Just take the sun from out the sky-
it just shows so much disaster

Please keep me in the dark... until the morning after

Golden

Golden

Inebriated, to say the least
Distilled in spoken peace
at four within a morn
to his wife who wouldn't cease

her disbelieving feel
"You're lying to me still"
Never would he cheat
but she's thinking that he will

"I was at a bar"
he said with all his heart,
stumbling all around,
spoken in the dark

"I was at a bar,
golden were the doors,
Golden was the name,
gold upon the floors

I was at a bar-
idyllically serene
My gold upon the gold
urinal latrine
I was at a bar"
slurred it to his sleep
"You were at a bar?"
spoken in her weep

She waited till the dawn, she waited till the day
so woefully along, so woefully away
Calling on the phone, knowing in her vane
no bar would ever own Golden as a name

But spoken on the line,
staggering her mind
"Golden" given so
vocally benign

Wishing to be sure, she asked a little more
Questioning the sir, "Do you have a golden door?"
Astonishing again, "To make your way within-
through our golden doors, that way has always been"

"But have you golden floors", questioning some more
"The gilding of your soul is to step upon our floor"
Astounded by these things,
she vocally careened
"But a urinal latrine
goldenly serene?!"

Silently the line
had suddenly become
Wonder in her mind
of what she could've done

Detachedly removed,
shouted to the back
"Hey Mac! I think we've found
who was pissing in your sax!"

Homesick Blues

Homesick Blues

I know I'm heading home again,
to a home I've never known
This road I know all too well
seemed endless long ago

And now it seems more hopeless
but still I walk this road
Time is now so helpless
as it struggles to grow old

I know I'm heading home again,
to a home that isn't mine
I've lost the map I've never had
I'm searching for a sign

Please love me for my forever
or till the end of time
Don't leave me here forever
and leave me hanging on to time

These homesick blues are what I'm singing
but the melody's all that's mine


I know I'm heading home again,
to the home I once wished for
Through love's ocean, I've survived
I've washed up upon the shore

I'll love you now like I loved you then-
like I've loved you much before
I love you now like I'll love you then
I couldn't love you more

I know I'm heading home again,
to a home that isn't mine
You've drenched my heart with gasoline
Love burned me so, so kind

Some doors open and some doors close
just like eyes--- but some are blind

These homesick blues are what I'm singing
but the melody's all that's mine

Lie To Me

Lie To Me

Keep your truths
and tell your lies to me
It's them I'd rather hear

Your candor'd looks are just eyes to me
and what you whisper in my ear
means nothing unless you lie to me
Your lies I long to hear

For everyone has truths of theirs
for agreed society
But lies tell me exactly what
my eyes are blind to see

You lie and say you're never scared
I know you long to be brave
You lie and say you never cared
I know all is what you gave

You lie and say you're content
I know you long to be free
You lie and say you're happy when
sad you'd rather be

The truth is overrated
We need lies to take their place
The lies that we've created
are written on our face

Over the Edge

Over the Edge

From the edge, I've found nothing
but an abyss
I've fallen in love
with just one kiss

that proved to be nothing
as I kept falling down
But now I must climb out
of the love that I've found

So why did I love with all of my might?
Why did I dream with all of my night?
Why did you leave me with all of my plight?
Why was I blinded by a love at first sight?

And with the brightest of halos over her head,
the heaven I've dreamt of was my hell instead
And my dreams became nightmares so trapped in my head
'till they escaped to my heart and left it for dead

From the edge I took one step
and that was all that it took
I was blinded by love
but I just had to look

And now I'm climbing forever
like I've always been-
trying to discover what love's all about

Love's the abyss of which with ease to fall in,
but is the hardest thing to ever climb out