Wages

I feel like I’m being held hostage by the establishment 

You should know I’m not trying to be contradictory 

just for contradiction sake

I hate when they say that no one ever changes

Most days it feels like that’s all we ever do 

When the only certainty is our uncertainty

While weapons of war are wielded so widely 

With words and wages and corporate cages

When it’s nightmares or this waking life 

I’m carving my name on this carbon knife

Hate Song

I could spend my whole life on hating them 

I’ve done it before and I can do it again 

Paint with strokes broader than the thought

Of everything they are that I’m not 

Till my vision blurs and my conscience ends

I could spend my whole life on hating them

I could spend my whole life on hating you 

I really think I could if I wanted to 

Assume you know how you came across

Every slight every sight of the light we’ve lost

Till there’s a canyon carved between our views

I could spend my whole life on hating you

I could spend my whole life on hating me 

Is it all that surprising how easy it seems 

Regret is my bread and the aftertaste 

Is the thirst I can’t slake from my past mistakes

Till my self-made wounds bleed red-water seas 

I could spend my whole life on hating me 

Think of all we could accomplish 

If we allowed ourselves the benefit of the doubt 

Thinking back, I am astonished

I didn’t think of this before now 

I could spend my whole life on living 

I could spend some time with you 

I could spend my life on loving myself

And learn to love you too

Wherever I Go

Try as I might to find a new kind of life, I know
I've gotta take myself with me wherever I go
Down deep inside my motivations or sensations I invoke
Can't climb above my position or restrict my body to evict my soul
I'm only on the outside looking in at my reflection
And as I stare there's not much there but misdirection
Pull the back pack straps that hold me as I roam
Gotta carry myself with me wherever I go

Stardust

I've been taught that a
Force in motion
Stays in motion,
Unless acted upon by
Another force.
I know this is
True, because you
Forever altered my
Trajectory.

Even now
You inspire me.
Even now
I fly on
The path you set
With our
Collision.

What a cruel
Serendipity
To think you could
So mark me,
So send me,
So spark me
Never ending,
And yet only to
Fire me
Away,
Always farther.

Perhaps, at
The end of all things,
The universe will
Collapse
Back in upon itself,
And the curve
Of eternity
May allow our courses,
Our forces, to
Once more
Act upon eachother.