Where Am I And How Did I Get Here?

"Oh how the snow has blown"
I thought to myself.
It made me land somewhere I’ve never known.
I’m annoyed how paranoid I am because of this.
It’s beautiful here.
And I know I could stay.
But it’s better if I go away.
I fear that even though it may seem alright.
My thoughts will change by night
And then I will never find my way back.

I hear nice people talk.
But I continue to walk
Pay no attention.
Not to mention I have a look of disgust.
No one likes me here.
It’s pretty clear.
I don’t mind though,
I won’t stay here, I must go.

On the way I met someone much smarter than I.
Asked if the truth could be a lie.
I’m not a smart man.
Wise at times perhaps.
But I relapse into stupidity intermittently.
It certainly is a predicament.
I rarely follow my own advice.
It would be nice if I did.
But I’m just a little kid.
I can barely tie my shoes.
But anyway,
This is what I had to say:

The truth can be a lie.
It might not be meant that way.
But it’s sad to say and think like that
It might be truth that turns to lies in time.
Whether that is a lie
Remains in the eye of the beholder.

I said this with a smile.
We continued to talk a while.
I lost track of time.
And honestly that was fine.
It was too late to continue on.
The sun no longer shone.
But I realized.
Its when we don’t look,
Don’t care,
That we fare the best.

What if it's a lie?

What would happen if you found that you had been lying to yourself, or perhaps certain things that you hoped for and were taught were lies? I’ve been thinking a lot about relations between people. It’s a very complex issue. You hear all the time true love does not exist, or there is no such thing as love, etc. I believe true love does exist. I believe it is possible to stay with someone for life, but it’s hard. There are a lot of sacrifices that have to be made. But the more I think about it, and the more my life seems to change as a result of outside forces, I think that a lyric from the Born Ruffians’ song Plinky Plonky is more and more true. The lyric is “What if you found out that your father lied? That there’s no true love for life? But you go on looking, your heart in hand.” Simple as these lines may be, to me, they are an interesting look on the idea. The important thing in this lyric is that it states “for life” meaning you can have true love, it is possible, but there is an obvious problem: the likelihood of true love being maintained is slim to nil. I think that this is a very sad reality, and if one knows this, how can one have a real relationship? I mean, if you know something is going to end, and most likely cause a lot of pain when it does, why would one continue? I’m not saying here that relationships are useless and that a person should not be in romantic relationships, but it does cause a serious problem. Both parties know that everything will end eventually, and this might not be the case for all, but for most. So how does that make each person feel? I don’t know. I guess the point is to have fun while you can, and not worry about the future. One day things will work out. They have to. It's not possible otherwise. I still believe that true love can last a life time. I still believe that people can be together forever. I still believe “all you need is love.” Call me naïve, call me a child, call me a romantic, call me retarded. But even if I’m wrong, at least I can fall back on true love is real, but it won’t necessarily be “true love for life.” Though I will always have “[my] heart in hand” to give to you.

Lessons to Learn

We destroyed the place you love
We needed to grow out, not above.
The prairie field could never yield this kind of profit.
Why be sorry,
Money is the priority.

Protected lands
Are no match for greedy hands.
We’ve learned this well from our many business plans.
So as it stands-
Everything has a price.
It might not be nice, but that’s what you’ve let us become.
And honestly, it makes business a lot more fun.

Complain all you want.
You can’t haunt me.
How did you think I got here?
Spreading cheer and truth?
No, I lied, I killed, I cheated.
Evil is never defeated.
Shut up, and stay seated.
I’m speaking.
It’s time you learned
How so much money can be earned.

There is a right way to do the wrong thing.
String along contractors and ware them down.
Make sure 2% of the funds are never found.
That money is bound for my pocket.

The land we buy is sub par.
And often it’s not far from where you least like to live.
A landfill, or chemical waste site,
Protected and contested land would do us just right,
Maybe a flood plane.
At one point that was hard.
Disclosure was such a pain.
But now, we found out how to get around it again.

We cut corners,
We cut cost,
And yes, some of the quality is lost,
But that takes time.
When it happens it’s out of our sight, and therefore out of our mind.
You should have done the research.

Someone will find out.
And it’s all the media will talk about.
But, it doesn’t hurt us in the end.
You got a bargain, and that’s something we can defend.

We’ll take a hit,
But that’s about it.
All things fade in time.
And more land will be mine.
Building that way we do.
Making more houses for you.
Lying, killing and cheating.
But you'll feel safe sleeping.
It's out of sight.

Service With A Smile

Give me your money.

I'll hold it for safe keeping.

I promise a return.

Give you more than you earn.

But in place, I will set a fee.

Safe keeping isn't free.

True, what I give you

Is less than the revenue it generated.

But here's a slogan"Your business is appreciated"

Hope that made you feel good.

Our marketing team said it should.

What a good deal!

It’s a fucking steal!

Make money off money that’s not ours!

Controlling political powers!

We’re so fucking smart.

We made stealing into art.

You need all your money?

Well, it's sort of funny.

We don't have it.

It was never really here.

There's nothing I can do my dear.

It was an investment and you gave consent.

What I can do is give you credit.

It'll make you indebted,

But you can have the things you don't need!

It'll give you all that you desire.

And true interest rates will go higher.

But till it's repo'ed, you'll have more than you sewed.

What a good deal!

It’s a fucking steal!

Make money off money that’s not ours!

Controlling political powers!

We’re so fucking smart.

We made stealing into art.

I don’t really careIf it’s not fair.

People can rely on social welfare.

It’s never my fault.I

t's the economy

It was never me

We never spent frivolously

Sorry for any inconvenience.

Vegans wearing Nike

I walked by a store and found talk was on sale.
Shares are down…..fucking retail.
As I passed I held my breath.
People tried to talk to me
Tell me their thoughts,
They obviously bought a lot of talk.
I want mine to increase in value.
So I speak little.

I see vegans wearing Nike,
Peace protestors starting fights.
Vegetarians sporting leather,
And happy people under the weather.
It’s all so confusing, maybe more so for them.
Believe we are right,
Believe it till it’s out of sight.
Just so we can go to sleep at night.

“I don’t eat fast food, it’s barbaric, do you?”
“They rape and maim, those companies have no shame.”
“It’s immoral to eat, but it’s ok to wear it on my feet”
“I buy from the country I reside, for that I can take pride”
51% is a dishonorable pass, but feeling good as it hides my ass.
The food from the store is the same as any fast food whore.
The gas we buy kills everything alive, but “I need a car to drive”
Talk is always on sale.

I see vegans wearing Nike,
Peace protestors starting fights.
Vegetarians sporting leather,
And happy people under the weather.
It’s all so confusing, maybe more so for them.
Believe we are right,
Believe it till it’s out of sight.
Just so we can go to sleep at night

There’s no way to live a perfect life,
But your opinions are your own, please don’t cause strife.
If you don’t eat meat, or dairy,
If you only ride a bike,
If you don’t eat fast food.
I support you, just don’t be rude.
I could say a million angry words
That might hurt and cause some pain,But I won’t because in the end it’s all just the same

AHHHHH

Yellow nicotine teeth.
Brown fingers and wrinkles on my face.
I smoke too much.
I don’t eat enough.

Saggy skin.
Blood red eyes are no surprise.
I don’t sleep.
Instead I hit the bottle deep.

Drink, smoke, die.
Havin fun while alive.
For how long? Who knows.
Destined to self destruct.
With my luck, I’ll just fail again.

Need for pain
A rush, a brush with death.
I don’t care enough.
Nothing to do with being tough.

Warped mind,
Scared, bloody body.
Temporary times.
Sanity’s too hard to find.

Drink, smoke, die.
Havin fun while alive.
For how long? Who knows.
Destined to self destruct.
With my luck, I’ll just fail again.

Long dirty hair.
Smells like toke smoke and dirt.
I don’t care.
I don't want to be anywhere.