History Repeats...Repeats...Repeats

History repeats itself

It sits on the next corner waiting to say 'I told you so'

But what is wrong can so easily be right

Even more reason to stray from the path

Timing seems to haunt me

But then again, will the time ever be right?

It used to be that there was only one answer to the equation

I choose not to ask a question, therefore I don't get an answer

Just be

Do what I want

Do what I please

There is no sin in ecstasy

Lose control, let myself go

This spiraling instability is my natural state of being

All the while, you try to resist

For the sport or out of principle

But blind we are to good judgement

When temptation fills our innermost desires 

Fire

Fire is the reason I display my fascination with it all
In the past I could not understand it
It would lay motionless in my sight
But in time our inner desires, our wants
They infect our body

They infect our soul
This is when all else does not matter
Love, Lust, & Loyalty are novelty words
Selflessness? or Selfishness?
Don't you see, they are the same thing?
To be blind could be a blessing, or a curse in bliss

 

Fire burns the motivation to be on top

To some, this is the only path to elation

So what of careers that pave the way?

The monetary values of sin and pleasure are tempting in their ways

I do indulge, for it is fear that stimulates

Am I crazy in my ways, or is there sanity in being afraid?  

Ends are an undefined moments in time

 In my eyes, forever is in between

 

Fire has become detached from me

I am oblivious to it's canter

The dancing flames do not captivate me 

It's warmth is not alarming

 I now can release my own fire as great displays of energy

To understand some powers of nature, you must succumb to the weakness in your knees

Pain relief is only temporary, a cure is complete 

The answer lies in your feet

I realized it when I stood on my own two feet 

An encounter with the devil will be filled with temptations

In my eyes, temptation is a lot more fun than restoration

Stranded Alive

Move me foward in my delusion

My expectation of a city in ruins

The undercut limelight shining so bright

You ask of me, can't you see

But I see in different colors that you only dream of

Go start the car, go drive way far

I'm about to be born in this city a devil

 

Chorus:

 

Don't have regret, it haunts your end

There's no written words, you're love is not near

I'm stranded alive 

Don't waste your time, enjoy the ride

Without freeing up your mind

I'm stranded alive

 

The obstacles the belly's hungry with eager

The pageant principles that guard insecurity

The power of pill starts to take control, don't  you let go, don't you let go

Time to say goodbye, but it is my right

Nothing makes me more than you, I still dream at night

So go play this track, noone inspired it

The change you wish for leaves you uncertain

 

Chorus:

 

Don't have regret, it haunts your end

There's no written words, you're love is not near

I'm stranded alive 

Don't waste your time, enjoy the ride

Without freeing up your mind

I'm stranded alive

 

 

 

The Littlest Things

Perception

I perceive the mass to be a repelling target

Trends can guide a herd of sheep

Even if they stray from the group 

What drives individuality?

Contrary to popular belief, no two humans are alike

My likes and your likes may preach similarities

But somewhere inside lies our differences - the soul 

The soul weaves it's presence on our body

The lines on your palm and the scars on your knees

Stories of the years we've sweat, we've bled 

So believe you are beautiful and it will be 

Through your eyes is what you see and what you believe

Sensory impulses and color schemes 

What you see as green, is blue to me

The fresh fallen snow of a winter day

Brings a smile to a face, but a frown to my mind

Little intricacies that make up our delicate world

Little intricacies that make who we are

But the truth, not beauty, lies in the eye of the beholder

Perception 

The Writings on the Wall

Graffiti surrounds me in this vast spread out city of Los Angeles.  From a small square inch on the wall of the urinal I'm pissing in, to the building sized ad driving through Hollywood, there are messages bold and subliminal bombarding my conscious and sub-consciousness.

Is there truth in these collections of words and images, or is it just popular propaganda?
Have you ever dialed that number?  Or shown up at the set time?
Is that why you saw that movie?  Oh shoot I forgot it was Valentine's Day!

Do you appreciate art that is under the bridge?  Or is that why you got in an accident?  

Sometimes I wonder why anyone enjoys anything.  Is it inherent deep within themselves, or is told to them throughout their life?  Different locations and different demographics can determine the type of Graffiti one's eyes may see.   But what if I am the artist that paints the messages across the city?  What if you pay for the ad everyone sees on their way to the 101? 

The message will vary, the words never the same.
The topic will range from indiscriminate thoughts to generalizations
If you believe in the power of persuasion, the magic of words
My agenda here is not to find a story... I am writing my own.