Fate

Let me begin
By saying I'm sorry
That I lack the tan
Or the ride to glory
Packed with packs
And iron-made arms
Lacking the mind
With intelligent charm
I might wing a rhyme
Or maybe two
But I'm not sure its enough
For someone like you
I have no gut for blood
Or speech for defense
No cubicled interests
My body's too dense
With motionless atoms
Created for you
But, here, change them up
From red to blue
I might not have the mind
To woo you with words
But I do mind the truth
And the truth simply hurts
That you're a timebomb
I'm firmly grasping
Awaiting the fate
But with love everlasting

21

It takes me 21 tortures
To put me to sleep
And another 21 dreams
To send me a leap
About 21 minutes before I can face
21 hours of standing in place
Those twenty-one street poles past my house
The twenty-one ways to leave my town
Those 21 songs I've listened today
And the 21 others set on replay
It's like 21 seconds isn't enough
To show 21 is not really so rough
But about 21 thoughts later I find
I'm 21 spots behind in your line
And then up and down, over and in
It's a tumble and rumble, a punch to my chin
And just when I think it's finally done
It's back to torture,
"I'm not number one"

The Truth

Pretending and demanding
These little creatures are
Hoping they have the strong hand
Or at least the ignorance card
To hit the full house
Or at least halfway there
Regardless of the situation
Regardless of who cares
And if its the dance that matters
The two up, one down
The lights become the painkiller
And the dancefloor; a playground
But in the overall
Back, back, after the blue shimmers
He sits and watches
The flirts and glimmers
Of the glitter
She threw on her face
To make her already angelic auora
Angelic in so many ways
And he cringes and clenches
His fingers and stances
His jawline fences
As she flutters around
This imposter and joker
Obnoxious and poser
Hoping the loner
Will lose his ground
And say something wrong
That'll drive her away
And hopefully then
She'll remember the way
Back to the back
Way after the blue
Way after the lights
Way after the hues
And find me sitting there
Not an inch to a side
Holding a cigarette
And
Waiting for her return
But barely wanting it

A trigger finger
With a constant linger
Of shooting first
And asking questions
Later

And a mindset
Of a life debt
If not always crossing
Names off

With the regard
To disregard
The emotional value
Of bigger things

But never worrying
About worrisome things
Those you make an effort
To throw yourself into the crossfire