Ragged Road I Am

Laughing at the music
Forcing its beats through my headphones
I laugh because
I can survive
And I might
If you listen.
Let’s begin the discussion.

I am a ragged road
Do you expect perfection?
You could hope for happiness tho…

So many people can’t take it
When the road twists
WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?
Don’t you know that
So much good
Waits around the corner?

The sickness works its way into my mind
Twisting my stomach
Around and around and
Around the bend
There is a future
But so many insist on getting thrown off.

You are smarter than that.

We agree on wisdom
But to walk the road
Requires honesty
Tell me truly
And I will remind you
That I made you feel happy and special.
You ARE special.
And I think you could be happy.

Let’s try dancing to the absurdity
That runs as teen movies and MTV
Through my headphones.
This plea caught up between Frost
And chart-climbing cliché.


Let’s be careful,
Please,
I wouldn’t dream of any other way
Of handling your heart.
Remember we are treasures,
Two diamonds in the rough.

Careful doesn't mean halt,
Perhaps pause,
But the road has a traffic light.
Help me see inside your mind...
Gorgeous


Am I upset?
I wouldn’t know…
I’m too busy balancing.
Help me see the other side.

Tangled is bad
Embrace is good
Cause I say adorable things
And you are too beautiful for words.

People see the any ragged road
And judge it
Not
Worth
Walking.
It’s too hard.
Getting through the barriers
Makes for blessings
And I would walk any road
With such a blessing as you.

I laugh
At how the mindless music mirrors
Aristotle
(Probably an accident)
And I cry for what people lose.
That doesn’t have to be us.
Other people have walked the road.

The road is not straight
But it is narrow.
Will you walk with me?
We don’t have to start the journey yet
But I’ll wait at the gate,
I just want to know.

This song might be the accompaniment
To one of those montages
In just another movie
Celebrating youth
And I might be holding your hand by the end of the scene.

I took so many wrong turns
To get away from you
And the road I took
Led me where I told myself
I wouldn’t go.
And I can’t take any other road.

Many abandon their roads.
Just as many walk them until death,
And that is nothing more than a
"To be Continued".
And these are the people whose lives
Are the better for the walking.

There is no perfect road
But there are some things worth
Hoping
And walking towards.
Will you walk with me?

Puppet Master

I am not in charge.

If I was then he would go…
Over there…
Somewhere
And she would go too
And you would probably be
Somewhere
By me.

I want to control the puppets
(They’re marionettes)
But I have no strings attached.
Realize that-
And follow the strings to
Somewhere
Closer.

A long time ago
Someone
Pulled me to you
And then dropped the strings,
Letting me fall,
Handing the reigns to someone else...
Did you cut them?

I am not in charge...
But if I were,
Would our strings become tangled?
There are none attached to me...
Except for those pulling me
To you.

Star Wish

Two stars
Sparkling lights
Could shine so much brighter
If only they were
One
But for now they are
Connected
Only by the space
In between them
The sky like an embrace
Bringing them together
Closer
Than either dares to shine
And I pray and I wish
Upon a star
That you’d be mine
Though I could not own you
(I could sooner own a star,
Paper doesn’t make ownership)
But I would be happy
To hold you
And never let you go
Hoping you’d shine all the brighter.

The moon doesn't sleep today

Teaspoon Emotions

Glazed eyes in class
Sleepwalk through the day
Autopilot running my body
While my mind and my heart
Engage
In insignificant battle.
Gut instinct whispers against
Reason
Logic
The “safe” way.
But I fight it with
What little strength
My heart has
To spare
Because I know
My feelings
Don’t matter.
Not to be arrogant,
But I’m usually right…
Or at least not wrong,
Erring on the side of caution
So as not to risk my heart
In the pursuit of love.
Perhaps you’re only helping me
In defense against myself
By placing me in his shadow.
In that case I thank you,
Even though it shatters me,
I’ll be fine I suppose,
My emotions aren’t that important.
Maybe he’s greater,
But does that make me
Less?
Probably…
It’s best I not forget it
Lest my teaspoon emotions
Become ambitious…
I suppose they are already,
But that’s not important,
And neither are they.
No matter how many of us
I feel like the one extra wheel.
Is this your design?
It’s surely not mine.
Hide away
But at least be honest.
Don’t talk if you can’t
But stick to what you say.
On second thought
I’m being ambitious
And demanding the rights of
Common courtesy.
Clearly this is laughable
For someone with emotions
Like me…
Like a teaspoon.

Last Man Syndrome

My fingers in shambles,
Especially the first,
After sliding down the bass
It’s surely the worst.
But the louder I play
The faster I can forget
The pain you subject me to.

I want so much,
(Is my aim too high?)
But I ask for so little
(Is restraint just a lie?).
I’m not such a danger
But it seems like your goal
Is to hold me at arm’s length
As a stranger.

I am not he
And I don’t think it should matter
Though by now between I and he
You’re making me aim for the latter,
And I wonder if being
The last man
Would be enough.

Is being treated as a human
Too much to ask?
This treatment, dear friend,
Makes me turn to my mask:
I’ll hide,
Or be jester,
You don’t want the truth.

Avoid me, disdain me,
Whatever you choose,
I’ll stand here and take it,
My love is yours to lose…
Or trample on
Or hide from
Or keep…

…Perhaps if I was the last man.