Changing Seasons And Changing Looks

I'm the most successful failure
That parents ever took their children to see
What would I do
If I saw myself on video, waking up next to you?
We all try to make it through
With hearts, mind and morals intact
But breaking is so much fun (we're attracted to the dark)
Don't say there isn't a tempter
He lives inside us all
Like a virus, invading and changing
Whenever he gets a chance

Don't cry
Never cry for your best ex-friend
Wow, that's one heck of a sunset
Dancing through the city of sin....
You + me = turning it all upside down
And my heart is laughing at the notion of breaking apart
And my mind is already sewing itself back together
Guilt is a funny thing
It tastes so bad, but it's so good
I'm dedicating this poem to each and every one of us people
Trying to do the right thing
But it only gets harder from here on out
'Cause I'd be lying if I told you we've left the dark behind
It waits in the gutters and ditches
Of this straight and narrow road

The only thing I have done is being what I shouldn't
All hearts beat for pumping God's blood
All minds speak for the love of light
And all us sinners let the good/bad times roll
Because sometimes the bad feels like good
And vice versa
You & me & the rest of them all
Let's make some memories, short term or not
Forgetting is what we hate, like it or not....

Still Living, Not Dying

Dusty breeze whips my face
Knocks me over, gets me out of place
The sun is cold but the air is hot
Can't it all go away? the future is bleak
For an old worn out man
A former musician, now a freak
With glory days and golden youth
All passed by, without even staying behind
To love one more time. just gone like that
The wind picks up, takes off with my hat

A joke. that's all I am
Running willy nilly
Chasing after dust memories
Record labels, rock 'n' roll
All gone from me now
I can't even make it a little bit
Even though I try 'n' try 'n' try
Visions and dreams of yesterday's hopes
Is all I can accomplish

Is there any hope for me?
A trodden on bit of glory
That I could scrounge up somehow?
The mist rolling in from the sea
Blends with the dust in the air
Dirty's the pavement
And clings to my hair
I can't retire from life
I still have a lot left in me
But making it after falling down seems too hard
Who do they think they are?
I'm just like them, only better

I'd Pay For A Movie Star Who Knows What The Word Bibliophile Means (Poor Kids Play Kick The Car)

Find a safe place
Shiver when the earth shakes
I'll tell your family you'll never return
I'm fairly sure you'll be missed

You've doused yourself in our mood
Dyed red, always untrue
This life is the cure to growing older
Because you'll just live as a curio in a tourist-shop
Window

Practice your lines
And try to stop your voice cracking
With the emotion you have no right to feel
A poet broke his heart and his pen writing those words
He felt so tragic....
And you, you highly paid actor
You've been brought in to make them live

You vampire
I put all my life into those lines
And with your rendition
You suck out the life, and lock them in a casket
I know I'm crazy, I broke everything I had
With that masterpiece. You give it your own flavor
The taste of failure

Hide while the earth is shaking
Hide from your gaping coffin
With our friends, angels and ancestors
We want to bury you so badly
How can we make you comprehend?
You turned this poor boy's life
Into a second-rate B-movie

Living this life, you just know sooner or later
You'll catch it (and isn't that tragic)

Write Me Off, Because All I Have Is A Headache And Absence Of Writer's Block

I have a crazy headache
Left over from when I woke up next to you
(Did I really wake up next to you?!?)
Maybe I woke up an hour too soon
I can't stand being alone
And thinking no one else knows I exist
But back to the headache
Headache, hot shakes, and a honeymoon
And I swear, to keep you safe...

Nothing is as it seems
Just shadows in my dreams
Except for headaches, those are real
Besides hugs and kisses, those are all I feel
Lemme hear another melodic sigh
Perhaps maybe you could give me a tuneful cry
It's not right to get so much pleasure out of disaster
But I never wanted you to change for me
And I ask you to return the favor
(But every time the day changes into night
I can still recall that flavor...)

These lights, in houses, apartments, bedrooms...
The effect they have on me...
Excuse me, I have to catch my tears as they fall
And hide them where no one can see
Because I'm prideful, and weak
Sometimes a poet, always a freak
Actually, that's a lie
I don't think of myself as a freak
Just someone trying his best to ignore who
The world suggests he is

Looking out my bedroom window
All alone, except for my headache
And a shade of you on my wall
Angels cry in the reflection of my eyes
In the medium of the mirror
Why do you all stay away from me?
Why are there lights on outside
But none turned on inside of me
Pencil scratches on paper, late into the night
Because the lights of the city are too much
For my headache and me...