Carbonation

Making friends with this rebellion nation
The nerves dance down like carbonation
Normal’s not meeting the expectation
Check the blood, there’s no relation

just another fish in the sea

Jump in the mainstream
Drown in normality
Immerse in conformity
A fish lost at sea

Streamline of unconsciousness
School of mindless blurs
Barely part of this world
The stream congested with falsity

Clouded in darkness
Trapped in murky sediment
Moving one after another;
same rate, same time

Never knowing what to wonder
Never wondering what to know
Never growing or changing
Never living with intent

A ray of sun peeks through the sky
Hitting the stream on it's sweet spot
Reflecting a rainbow
For the world to see

And one by one
The puzzle falls apart
The radiant light dances
On the ripples of water

Each piece breaking away
Defying nature
Starting its own path;
its own flow

Opening their eyes
It's all crystal clear
Sensational revelation
Finally becoming

The uniformity of the subdued population
Has now reconstructed
Into a harmonious habitation of autonomy
And a world of individualistic thought

Watching the stream I remove my sunglasses
and continue on the path basking in the sunlight.

I wave hello

I wave hello to the punks and the sluts
There goes Nicki Minaj on a fire truck
I wave hello to the janitor guy
Darell’s the name keys jingle by
I like the boy on the scooter
He waves to me
before he crashes in the tree
By the time I get there to check it out
He’s already on his paper route
Post that crazy shiz on da blog
I'm makin music vids as I walk the dog
The boom’s on my shoulder
My life be like
I wave goodbye
And steal the bike
It’s a race I’m winning I’m winning
Flat tire, Flat jack
Time for second breakfast

***rap to the tune of “The Dumbest Thing I Have Ever Written”

Counting Down

Our days are numbered.
We are almost done;
almost won.
Watching our final achievement approach--
closer, closer.
Glimpses are all we know,
waiting for awareness.
Stuck in the binds of anticipation;
of frustration.
The sands run slowly,
but my heart beats fast.

The open road lies before us,
but we are left static;
left erratic.
Packing up our pasts,
to make room for our futures.
Tasting freedom on our tongues,
but our taste buds are tinged with a bitter note.
Memories flash past,
gone too fast
Auld Lang Syne lingers,
But our fingers are on fast forward.

Everything we want
personifies smoke;
is it a joke?
Visually attractive,
yet somehow intangible.
The reality of the situation
has yet to set in.
Time flashes before our eyes,
need to realize.
Thirteen years of dreams
are about to come true.

Taking my final walk
My saunter seems to slow;
all alone.
Crossing the finish line,
Awarded with personal triumph.
The room is silent; still
within my blurry vision.
My unsteady legs come to a stop;
nearly drop.
I finally grasp the ticket
to the rest of my life.

Perspective

I found this picture online and really like it. Thought I would share :) It reminds me how truly fortunate I am.