The Beauty of The Girl

The beauty of the girl in red
Is she makes your heart beat,
Intense.

The beauty of the girl in green,
Is that she will
Make you sing
Despite your lack of performing
Skill.

The beauty of the girl in black
Is that she can somehow track
When your heart feels broken.

The beauty of the girl in white
Is she can always ignite

That spark in you.

The beauty of the girl in brown
Is that she can flip your frown
To a smile that lasts so long
It starts to have its own theme song.

The beauty of the girl in pink
Is she has that so-naughty wink
That can make anyone think…

The beauty of the girl in pants
Makes you want to watch her dance.

The beauty of the girl in sweats
Is she can make you need rest
From the tempos she motivates you to move with.

The beauty of the girl in that multi-colored gown
Is she supplies the glow,
Making quite the lovely sound.

The beauty of the girl in love
Is she came from the sky above.
For whatever reason,
You know this moment’s owned
By the sweet perfume, and the effervescent essence
Permeating the aroma
Already provided
By something which shows up when you least expect it.

Love and luck:
May all be blessed with it.

Hypocrisy

We are the people
Who run our own lives
In the best way that we can.
But in this time of riddles and gags
You seem to misunderstand.
We own ourselves no matter what
The big bullies who grew up enforce.
No matter the rainbow
No matter the shine
They seem to try to keep us aligned
With the rhythm they set that’s punctured and broken
Like a public record-player requiring a token.
This madness is eating away at our guts
And pouring our souls out gets us stuck in ruts.
Why all this?
Some petty feeling of power?
.. When you were young, did you ever receive a flower?
Something, like art, should have let you realize
Our differences are pure
And it is unwise
To try to keep us under for a mere moolah prize.
Your incentive is whack.
You smoke it like crack.
…A record of your heroic efforts?…

Excuse me, sir,
These are my arms.
What are you doing with these?
Didn’t I call you
The other night
To ask you to protect me?
When in fear I called the number
We are supposed to daily
If ever we need help to fend off
What is disturbing the peace.
But why are you all so free
To take my dignity?
What’s the difference between you
And the source of yesterday’s suffering?

Your grasp is more painful than that of those
You hand-cuffed recently
For not listening when one had screamed
“Please let go of me.”

Your Face

My stomach has knots
And this time, it’s lots.
Not so on the spot
Are my thoughts in these knots.

I think I have blurred
My mind.
It’s absurd!
Toward which direction do I face?

The wind points me here
The flock points me there.

Your face…

It is everywhere.

In Front of Me?

I am gazing into a sunset
And you are not here.
I am wishing for this moment
To be when I hold you near.
But I am not so fortunate
To stay the course of the wind.

My dear?
Have I lost touch with what I want?
Do I know,
Do I see?
You are pretty perfect
When you stand in front of me.
Thanks for understanding my road so intimately.

But what makes me shudder and shake
Is this incredibly tense belly ache
Wanting your arms and your heart to take
A gaze into my crazy race.
The road is rocky
And destination so distant.

You master making me smile
Within a radiant instant.

Melody

This life’s melody is rich with sincerity and strength.
The beat is made of toss-ups in my head.
My world is thriving on its melody’s paycheck…
but the check comes once a month and is not very full, yet
I do get
Some confusion amoung the masses.
Caught up in many mini surprises;

Resulting in a life not-so-smoothe.
Not so melodic, afterall.
Smoothe transitions don’t work in my world.
I set it all up this way.
Eats at me each day.
Here I sit, wishing things could be different..
As if I couldn’t change them within a second.

But truth and love always prevail
And never do I need to fear that I’ll fail.
Regardless of the joy I get in an instant
That’s gone when another decides to be distant.
I’ll always have the chemistry
That can take me away from anxiety.
I’ll chill out and let myself be.
For this is the road I set for me.

So, will you set your stride with mine
As I walk this yellow-brick line?
I could always use some company
To go with my melody.

Do You See A Window

Do you see a rainbow
In the distance here?
Do you see a sunshine
Glowing brightly, dear?
I see something changing
And making me decide
That all the world’s a stage
And all try to outsmart with lies.
It’s easy to be sucked
Into a void of mess
But we must really think
Of how we fail our tests.
Test yourself once
Twice
Thrice.
Test yourself.
Your vice?..
Something cynical takes over you.
But is it anything but change knocking on your door?
I say it proudly:
I am no attention whore.
And when I know my morals are pure
It goes to show me how I can’t take more
Of the abuse I give to myself at this time.
I cannot afford to just sit, dream, and rhyme.
There are more important things at stake.
Like my smile staying true, not fake.
There are many goals I have
To make
Myself into a cheerful person.
I stopped, opened my eyes,
And closed them again
Because I felt obligated to giving in
To the disease that is called “pedestal fever”.

Can someone please hand me a meat cleaver?
…I’d like to stuff my face with food.
Maybe that’ll help create a better mood.

I am stuck
But only in my rut.
The other things in my life are gold.
I had been putting my dreams on hold.

Living On Throughout The Craze

I am indeed
Determined to succeed.
Caught between
Short melodies.
Longing for some songs I need
To laugh away my temptation-speed.
Stuck, but never
Stuck forever.
Happy
But never
Giddy forever.

Playing the song of life in my head
Almost exhausts me right to bed.
I cannot believe this pressure here.
Not negative, but determined.
I have no fear…

But I do have injustice floating around.
Who doesn’t?
…Unless you live in the ground.
Oppression takes love to a dungeon and destroys it
Passion must subside
To make room for pressure’s exit.

…But it never exits.
It is ‘the man’.
Gravitating us
To the greedy translation plan.
Lost in words, excuses, and rhymes
They try to justify
The “Hard times”
They generously give at the drop of a hat…
If we don’t comply to a baseball bat.

But we will succeed
Despite all the greed.
The greed that kills, I mean.
We need our greed
In order to be free
But for now,
This wall is too tall!

…But soon, maybe
Our new family
Will get rid of this injustice,
Afterall.