The Folly of Foolishness

You can't teach an old dog new tricks
So to think that you can open a close-minded individual
And show them the error in their logic
Is to only deceive yourself

Mending Dawn

She said she never knew what love was
I reached out and hugged her
She said she felt safe yet so afraid
I congratulated her on finally experiencing

Free

She sits with her head down
Eyes closed
Solemn expression on her face
I sit down next to her
Put my hand on hers
And whisper in her ear
She opens her eyes and turns to me
I lean back and stand
Turning to walk away
She calls my name
I look back to her
She wipes her tears and says
Thank you
I smile and leave
What I said to her
Was what she needed to hear
Because she never did hear
What needed to be said
And as I found a place in her
No one ever touched
She began to live like never before
Free

Life Is What You Make It

I was told that life is what you make it
I heard it in an old dancehall song
And thought of how that song
As easy and free as it sang when I was young
Makes so much sense
That it almost sounds unrealistic
Most of my dreams are unrealized
Because of my fear in failing
Yet
That song made so much sense
So I decided to no longer let the song
Just be a song
I made it
My life
OH LI-I-I-FE! LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT!

What It Is? (A Crush Thang)

I watch you walking by me every thought I get.
You don't know this, because I never told you.
But if I had to tell you
I would let you know...

You aren't tired of walking through my mind all day.
Because you weren't just there.
You are in the breeze that blows by my nose
As I inhale your fragrance, which is so intoxicating.
If I had to paint a picture of what I see when I think of you
Michelangelo would have to be resurrected
To paint a mural on the chapel of my conscience.
Times I stay looking at my phone
Wondering if I call you
Would you answer.
But I know you will.
Just never know what to say when you say hello.
Or would I just ramble soon as I hear your voice?
Dreams go beyond day, and last through the night
Out of sight, yet within my grasp.
If you have a man
I might tell him that he has the best treasure
That any man can ever have.
Or I might be jealous and fight him.
The silly things one goes through
When they have a crush.
It is what it is.
Or maybe it won't be.
Things can be sweet, or just plain ugly.
Wishing that I could just get you out of my mind.
Maybe I should get out of the house.
Getting up to go to the store, my phone rings.
It's you.
Hello?

Candy Hearts

Sugary pleasantries
Filling the soul with merriment
Patiently wandering with anticipation of
Marshmallow clouds floating overhead
Licorice leaves of grass swaying
In the cotton candy breezes
How sweet the fulfillment of love

Lost Delusions

I never tried to be the one to upstage another man
So for you to say that I am jealous
Is like saying that I am reckless
Just because he can sing like a crooner
Or has a better car than I to take you out for dinner
Has no bearing on how I feel in comparison to him
Despite your incompetence
You take the instance of me looking at you
To deceive yourself in believing I want to talk to you
And decide to declare that you have a man
Which speaks volumes about you
And only embarrasses him
Since without saying a single word
You thought I was plotting how to make a move
That means you are conceited
Thinking more of yourself than you actually are
And since like draws like
He must be unrealistic within himself
Proud to have what he has to try and say he is a man
Than be what he should be and stand as one
Instead of a man
He is a portfolio
And instead of a relationship
You are a modeling agency
Congratulations
You are the top model
Of ignorance
Showing your true colors behind shaded eyeliner
No real man has reason to be jealous of vanity
Envious of a man who spends more time in a mirror
Than his own reflection
Trying to validate his manhood by saying you're "his girl"
Only shows you are delusional
Because in emphasizing that you are "his girl"
Shows that just like everyone else
You are aware
Of his tendencies
But would rather fight for what he gives away
Than leave to spare your emotions being slayed