Life

I was born with a vision that would blossom at twelve
metaphysically I'd been through every possible hell/
stretched my imagination to the brink of extinction
know everything its own but couldn't see the distinction/
losing sight of what's real…god must have drew the venetians
people tend not to hear because they’re usually speakin’/
sipped from the fountain of life but i knew in good reason
that it wasn't much different from what I'm usually drinkin’/
thoughts are abstract by nature we actively break em
all they talk about is money cus the salary make em/
people only find nirvana when they're lives in a rut
reach their hands into the sky like they was getting’ stuck up/
I chose a path where I constantly converge with divine
while they seem to treat they faith like an emergency line/
had to reassure myself people will see it in time
the soul isn't an accessory that's needed to shine/
that path is kind of murky but you’re leading it fine
even if nobody know except for me and my rhymes/
i stuck around for this long but I must leave you in time
you can bump this when you deep in a bind...I gotta go

About you...about me

thick headed but thin skinned
temperamental and sensitive to begin with/
knew his friends but the closer they got
he went from loving person to the form of a rock/
the older he got he craved for the thrills
but journey is far when you're just sitting still/
he learns through drugs how it feels to be free
the world has no doors but he still wants a key/
he needs warmth so his placement is bold
but his blanket statements what's keeping him cold/
the first person to give you advice
and it's always the best yet he ain't livin’ right/
goals are more to want then for havin’
he's scared they won't be as good as he imagined/
break girls hearts if he chooses to do
but he'd rather be invisible then a loser to few/

he thinks dreams mean more then they seem
a lesson in extremes you need to look in between/
secretly when he passes a car
he looks at his reflection and feels like a star/
but the part isn't right and the stars in the night
lose all their shine when he's startin’ to write/
his heart is a playground with nothin’ but slides
he starts at the top and falls all his life/
pauses and sighs…pauses and sighs
what if this misery’s all in his eyes/
if maybe he closed them they'd all step aside
but scared to miss the moment when all will arise/
so he writes…won't even sleep for a little
and can't see the picture beneath all the scribble/
leads a life where peace is a riddle
he lives with the good and bad and sleeps in the middle/

The edge of the party

At the edge of the party where the shadows converge

It’s there I merge with nervous handshakes and adamant words

Play the game of name’s forgotten the second their told

And women search for sincere but settle for bold

Though subtle you could sense that the laughs are forced

Unimportant conversation but come back for more

Shit…you might as well front for chivalry's sake

Could feel each a little, but nods really be fake

Still, you willing to listen its better then being silent

Plus jumbled capitol letters trump particular fine print

Might sit back and observe for a few

Social butterflies die if they don’t surge through the groups

But it’s perfect…the view from the corner is best

Cus I don’t really see a reason to consort with the rest

And every get-together's always ending the same

it was nice to meet you,

tell me one more time

What’s your name?