Hover All Over: March 2013

Friday, March 29, 2013

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Monday, March 25, 2013

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Throw the hard balls my way,
Felt life slap me in the face
Took fast another swing.
Make a fundamental change,
Don't want things to stay the same,
My current strategy seems to be weak.
Not quite a blow out,
But this sure and slow leak
Will bring me down eventually.
Constantly stopping to search for air.
If I'm doing something wrong,
Please make me aware,
Cuz I'm clueless at best for the moment.
I'm grateful,
Though I know I always haven't shown it,
There's a lot about me you will never know.
It's a balancing game,
As I sway to and fro
Waiver not when it all comes to a head.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Some direction would help me find my way,
Figure this out in good time.
Beat up by this life of mine.

The Education of Dude

Hey Dude,
Let me educate you.
We're all lost and guessing North.
Compass broken,
Always coming up short.
The glass house we live in,
Glistens in piles at our feet.
Words thrown away,
Brought it crashing down.
We stared in disbelief,
Like it would never happen,
"No, Not to me!!"
Now the evidence is everywhere,
For all to see.
Dirty Laundry Aired
The hatred was all that you and I shared.
In the end it hurt us both and offered no help.
This is the very last time.
I put myself on a shelf
To be set back by you or those just like.
Hey Dude, think it's time you took a hike.

Self Searching

Finding yourself, I thought would be

More happiness, less misery

Hard to solve riddle, so obscure

Shoulda read the fine print on the brochure.

Propaganda prophesying lies,

Printed all in bold, it testified,

"THE FUTURE IS YOURS IF YOU TRY"

Published bullshit delivering lies

Hope you've got some good tricks up your sleeve.

Don't know how I pictured it would be,

Find myself quick, turn around and leave?

Challenging Over, Game Won, What next?

Leaves me reading over the text

Seeing conspiracy everywhere.

By the time I find me I probably won't care,

Not there yet, don't have a clue when I'll arrive

If life is really about the ride,

Why am I holding on for dear life?

Surrounded by hypocrites,

"Do as I say and not as I do,"

Looking for myself, just can't figure out who.

All the self searching,
Is really unnerving,

Pick myself apart all torn to bits.

Can't you see me getting sick of this shit?
All this self-searching...
Who am I without it?

Lately

I think it really glazes things over with sadness
When you realize that I really fantasize
Of all the scenarios in which people are going to bowl me over.
I may be young, but I'm getting older,
And fast...Faster than I should be aging
27 going on a headstone engraving
Felt too much hurt as years have passed
Pulled through the mud more than I could take
Lately I can't stand the pace
Or even find a memory trace
of what young people are supposed to feel like
Or enjoy,
Passage confirmed my ship's set sail, AHOY!
Float struggling on struggling miserably.
How strong do I have to be?
The decoy is on the dummie's side,
And neither have a clue
Can't yet grasp perspective,
Waste of the birds eye view.