American Dream?

You can take whatever you'd like from me.
(And you have)
I have nothing left.
(And you know this already)

If I must be with nothing than I will learn to enjoy having nothing.
Then we will see who has the last laugh.
Yes, I want a white picket fence but you take and you take and you take some more.
My pockets and my soul are empty.
I am tired and I am taxed.
You leave me not choices and ignore me until I can no longer stand on my own two feet.
Then you feed me with food stamps.

You can shovel whatever bull you'd like by me.
(And you have)
I smell nothing.
(And you know this already)

The lessons I once knew and the drive I once had are now all but gone.
I will live within myself and stop pretending I can make my world better.

There Has To Be More To Life

I wake up in the morning without a thing to say.
I am not happy, nor am I sad.
I am a victim of being average.
What I believe is not important.
Everything is synical.
Speech is filled with bland stories of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
I accept friendship is on a hollowed ground and love is on a need to have basis.
This life is so fragile.
It sickens me that everyday I grow more resentful of how much I hate being right all the time.

Old Views In A New Age

Who I am, what I am.
As if I have any fulfillment within my soul.
When shall the sun rise over my world views.
Make me believe there is truth and justice and love.

I wander in a wreckless haze.
Blinded by my heritage, blinded by my society.
A nationality of mass stupidity.
Why won't everyone just shut up!!!!

You all think you are so smart.
Your values are sickly and plagued by old morality.
Judgement is reality and judgement is an illusion.
Will we ever have the sense to know why we live?

My Pitch Is Life

Many days have come by the side of my desire to be a better human being. I want to score a goal.
Just like any player on the fields do. My pitch is life. My strengths are my weakness. I am coached through the hard times and savor the victories in between.

I wish for my life to be worth something more than just a dollar.
I wish to be remembered for something.

The agony of always being in the pursuit of glory is a tough sport.
I work hard and hope it pays off in the end. Sometimes I feel jealously for my opponents. Often I am too busy to just enjoy this beautiful game. My pitch is life. My offense is also my best defense. I play through the pain and heal way past stoppage time.

Filter Me

I am masked when showing my love.
Expressing my feelings is not something that comes easy for me.
I want to kiss her, but I don't know how to really kiss her.
It can be intimidating when one's ego needs to be purified.
Therefore, filter me.

Filter me with the compassion to keep my mouth shut and just let the moment take its course.
Let my maturity show my sensitive side to her.

Showing my feelings is not something that comes easy for me.
I want to romance her, but not in the same old way.
There has to be a healthy balance between candy and flowers.
Therefore, filter me.

Filter me with Laughter.
I don't want to take myself so serious all the time.
There is room for two in this paradise.

What Is Wrong With Love

My feelings are filled with confusion.
I love her and I hate her.
How is that possible?
Should it be this way?
Is it always this way?

We have so much in common.
We have nothing in common.
What is wrong with love?
I am at the mercy of forgiveness.
Mine and her's.

Silent Heart

I have just closed my heart. I can hear the sounds of a constant agony.

I have isolated my love.

I rest on a whisper. I realize I am alone like an old habit. When did I turn into the past. Did I miss my future? I forgot to love you. But, passion is all I needed to give. I forget to tell you. But, communication is all I need to provide.

I have isolated myself.

Once Upon Me

I pay the price for the creation of my serious nature.
I work too hard.
I think too much.
I give into reason
and I doubt my own faith sometimes.
The joke is never on me,
because I frown from the attention it might bring.
I am as serious as my sullen expression.
I have no monitary trust in how I spend my time.
The cost is too high.
The desire is too weak.
I give and I give and I give.