I still hear the flicker of the lights,
The red stop signs,
Fighting in the night,
Smell of blunts,
Lined up to get high,
Screams of love,
Crashing through the door,
Nights where I could not take anymore.
And it was when I'd break I'd know,
That,
Sometimes love doesn't bind,
Sometimes love won't need time,
Sometimes love won't expect,
Sometimes love won't permit you to cry.
You'd take flight,
Wiping out in the night,
Lists of lies,
I would always find,
Sorries cried behind pleading eyes,
Silence of walls,
Deafening in the dark,
Strength is found,
When you fall apart.
And it was when I'd break I'd know,
That,
Sometimes love doesn't bind,
Sometimes love won't need time,
Sometimes love won't expect,
Sometimes love won't permit you to cry.
Street cars lined up,
Honking to get by.
We must have always known,
We'd never make it in this life.
What is this infatuation with truth that resides inside of the validity of theory?
What's wrong with a lie creeping in to help instead of crusading for reality?
I watch you from afar and I realize I can stare far into your soul without you knowing,
I don't even have to see your eyes and read what's happening on your inside.
I'll imagine it for myself, because my invented truth,
Brings me more joy than your reality up close.
I'm sick and I need revival, the heat rises to my head and my eyes close back.
Given to me or incurred, this is my reality,
Is it denial to remove myself past the insanity?
Pictures pass of moving objects, that bring back memories and sting,
I can't avoid its first bite, but I can suppress the continuance.
I just can't swallow that truth reincarnation.
To go on, I'll take swim down the Nile,
Relax my brain in the safety of my creation,
Of a future far removed from the present relations.
If what I hear I believe,
But I've been fooled,
How will you ever again know what's being fed to you?
Forget a scorned past, when everything is so manipulated and the nature of want is always involved in self,
Valid judgement is lost, for individuals come with all different pasts, abilities, mindsets.
And lost am I...
To overlook truth to risk a lie or to slip under a lie by a sold truth?
When does Darwin make his introduction?
I'll let it get so bad, that the devil in me rises,
To fight evil with evil,
My version of the survival of the fittest,
Darwin and Malcolm X must have been distant relatives,
My survival seems reliant by any means necessary.
The road paved in front of me I'll paint a bright color,
And make it through the rain.
I'll let it wash away the old and bring in new shades,
A change in watercolor palette will let me paint new landscapes,
To keep me traveling down a road that I thought I could completely pave.
I land in the space of in between,
Where my mind must decide on one side of the regime,
Block a gem to form from a rock, or live with the rock that has become?
Which way can I win?
Do I recreate what is within?
Your truth is a fake, but in it you find comfort and confidence,
Who is anyone to judge?
What about wrong and right?
Then, what of relativity?
Consider his, my, your past,
That brought their truth to your idea of lie?
Just tell me when all this internal chaos will subside.
Catch your lip with your teeth,
Think I can't see from beneath,
That cut that frames those eyes those lips,
God,
Always takes a stab and rips.
Yeah, ha,
Tease a laugh and smile,
I know you know,
It drives me wild.
All the fixings for the right dish,
You just can't help but switch,
Off and on, Kashke vaghan boodi noe jadide Iran.
Wait,
Is it bad that I just admitted that?
Don't let the truth be hard to look at.
Trust me,
It really is a good thing.
That love of your life that can't materialize, But can be.
I need it,
(Happy I said it out loud? You twisted mother f***er.)
That pulse keeps me alive.
The thrill you give,
That life-threatening high.
This isn't a story about the physical,
Knew I could twist your minds,
In and out from behind,
Bring you around to the front,
Let you know its a story about love,
That can't quite completely bind,
We never tick on the same time.
Just wanted you to hear how around,
To your wants,
You wrapped me and bound.
So wait,
One last time,
Let me indulge in this inconclusive bind,
I was never one able to deny life's highs...
Go ahead...
Catch your lip with your teeth.
Think I can't see from beneath,
That cut that frames those eyes those lips.
I've got my heart standing on its own,
In the middle of a swarm.
It'll always be lonely here,
Inside.
I mind.
It always has been, it always will be.
I don't know if there really is a you with a key.
I make it impossible to penetrate through all these layers of difficulty.
I run free and wild, I'm excessively picky,
I'm distrusting, I keep my distance emotionally.
[ Please note, this is the first entry that is not written by me. Although, I loved it so much, I decided to post it up. ]
"All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal." - 'Midnight In Paris'