Absent Minded
Life Lessons
I've been thinking about life lessons today
and how like mystical changes
that take place in the very essence of our being
we do not see the hands of fate or the gods playing witht he immoratl
or mortal chess pieces we represent
but if everything has a purpose
and everybody is in your life for a reason
that goes beyond selfish love or how you can use them
then this i ak is what did they teach you
and what favors did you give them in return?
my mother is like a metaphor of mankind
who falls in love with men who are abusive gods
she fixes them up and then moves on to the next one
leaving her children scarred dameaged and shattered like her reflection
upon a broken mirror smeared with her own makeup
she no longer wears to beautify herself
my father is the product of life lesson
of how one can lead you to be greedy
and lust to drink from the fountain of chaos
as alcoholism can be cured with other addictions
the broken man moves on with spiritualism
but perhaps never make an amends
to the goddess
who actually healed him
from his own twisted visions
distorted of how and why
life is to be lived or worth living
My brother is the king of time
my way or the highway or you pay the ultimate price
psychological behaviours are his dictator
and preach to him like a saviour of wrongs and right
and in the dark night of being
he grasps like a banshee teddybear
for a cure to the assault of the ages
only to find hes like his father but
rocking to and fro being ripped and torn
from the sea and voice of reason
and freedom
to fall into the mindscape of devastating endless rage
an imitation copy of a job well done
messed up and corrupted by the real mccoy
that i want to remember as perfect
before the picture was crumpled
my new mother was the teacher of how
some things are just too late
and you need to learn things on your own
no remedy for healthy eating when fruit makes you vomit
baby steps and it takes time
to learn the proper way with patience
like learning a new zodiac
that we may one day form in our skies
the best thing you can do is the right thing
and then say at least you tried
a little girl i m not realted to came into my life
she was a blessing in disguise
as she taught me the value of how to save myself
from a black eye
of course my lie left her with welts upon her tiny little butt
and i can still hear her screams as though
someone was extinguishing cigarettes on her tongue
sometimes the truth is worth admitting
and when you tell a lie
you're just passin gthe buck
to some innocent little girl who doesnt deserve the abuse
but we have no clue that that little girl
is no saviour but a step sister who
told someone bigger than her the bold truth
buddy wasn't a dog
but new how to wag his tail
everybody loved him
and hopefully he never ends up in jail
he was famous in the family for being the loveable little bugger
and now hes all grown up and i dont talk to my step brother
we used to play hide and go seek in the dark
my step brother my step sister
my neighbor and me
but we would never let him jump on my best friends trampoline,
I don't remember being conciously aware of being jealous,
but i suppose a four year old
i no longer have in my life
a hockey jock
whose grass was always semmed greener on his side
taught me a thing about subconcious jealousy
wasn't aware it existed and now i know
it is a reality.
Suicidal tendency
my heart never on my sleeve
lonely nights and unpopular days would often get to me
there was this girl who i met
because my dog ran away from home
she ended up being one of my good friends
she was funny
interesting
and original to the bone,
and as we got older i was often offered a path upon my road
to choose her over my other friends
to cave into dogmas of other peer pressure mumbo jumbo
or my friend i was destined to have
she got me into writing poetry
and even though people would call her down behind her back
she was still my coolest friend
because she never fell for any shallow crap like that
and when she went crazy and had to go to the exorcist
when she lost her mind and was driven beyond the verge of sanity
i knew she would be there for someone who needed them more
than she needed me.
when i was younger i used to cry myself to sleep
think of all the people who would be at my huge
funeral pity party
i would name all these names
all my friends and family
think of how shallow it would be and how much they would miss me
but then i got older
two of my best friends left without saying goodbye
and i moved from town and replaced them with two devils who got me high
so one night i was down and went through that list
thought of everyone who would no longer come and visit
all the people who were once my friends and used me to pacify their egos
but i still cant figure out what i learned from my friends
who never called or said goodbye before they left
maybe its just the fact that friends
really only last through highschool
but family is forever unless you truly are blessed
so now i think of everything
i have learned throughout my life
through everyone i have met
throught he hands of time
that smnakes around my wrist
and when it beeps
i hear a subconcious seed planted
for the matrix of my next history lesson
and how like mystical changes
that take place in the very essence of our being
we do not see the hands of fate or the gods playing witht he immoratl
or mortal chess pieces we represent
but if everything has a purpose
and everybody is in your life for a reason
that goes beyond selfish love or how you can use them
then this i ak is what did they teach you
and what favors did you give them in return?
my mother is like a metaphor of mankind
who falls in love with men who are abusive gods
she fixes them up and then moves on to the next one
leaving her children scarred dameaged and shattered like her reflection
upon a broken mirror smeared with her own makeup
she no longer wears to beautify herself
my father is the product of life lesson
of how one can lead you to be greedy
and lust to drink from the fountain of chaos
as alcoholism can be cured with other addictions
the broken man moves on with spiritualism
but perhaps never make an amends
to the goddess
who actually healed him
from his own twisted visions
distorted of how and why
life is to be lived or worth living
My brother is the king of time
my way or the highway or you pay the ultimate price
psychological behaviours are his dictator
and preach to him like a saviour of wrongs and right
and in the dark night of being
he grasps like a banshee teddybear
for a cure to the assault of the ages
only to find hes like his father but
rocking to and fro being ripped and torn
from the sea and voice of reason
and freedom
to fall into the mindscape of devastating endless rage
an imitation copy of a job well done
messed up and corrupted by the real mccoy
that i want to remember as perfect
before the picture was crumpled
my new mother was the teacher of how
some things are just too late
and you need to learn things on your own
no remedy for healthy eating when fruit makes you vomit
baby steps and it takes time
to learn the proper way with patience
like learning a new zodiac
that we may one day form in our skies
the best thing you can do is the right thing
and then say at least you tried
a little girl i m not realted to came into my life
she was a blessing in disguise
as she taught me the value of how to save myself
from a black eye
of course my lie left her with welts upon her tiny little butt
and i can still hear her screams as though
someone was extinguishing cigarettes on her tongue
sometimes the truth is worth admitting
and when you tell a lie
you're just passin gthe buck
to some innocent little girl who doesnt deserve the abuse
but we have no clue that that little girl
is no saviour but a step sister who
told someone bigger than her the bold truth
buddy wasn't a dog
but new how to wag his tail
everybody loved him
and hopefully he never ends up in jail
he was famous in the family for being the loveable little bugger
and now hes all grown up and i dont talk to my step brother
we used to play hide and go seek in the dark
my step brother my step sister
my neighbor and me
but we would never let him jump on my best friends trampoline,
I don't remember being conciously aware of being jealous,
but i suppose a four year old
i no longer have in my life
a hockey jock
whose grass was always semmed greener on his side
taught me a thing about subconcious jealousy
wasn't aware it existed and now i know
it is a reality.
Suicidal tendency
my heart never on my sleeve
lonely nights and unpopular days would often get to me
there was this girl who i met
because my dog ran away from home
she ended up being one of my good friends
she was funny
interesting
and original to the bone,
and as we got older i was often offered a path upon my road
to choose her over my other friends
to cave into dogmas of other peer pressure mumbo jumbo
or my friend i was destined to have
she got me into writing poetry
and even though people would call her down behind her back
she was still my coolest friend
because she never fell for any shallow crap like that
and when she went crazy and had to go to the exorcist
when she lost her mind and was driven beyond the verge of sanity
i knew she would be there for someone who needed them more
than she needed me.
when i was younger i used to cry myself to sleep
think of all the people who would be at my huge
funeral pity party
i would name all these names
all my friends and family
think of how shallow it would be and how much they would miss me
but then i got older
two of my best friends left without saying goodbye
and i moved from town and replaced them with two devils who got me high
so one night i was down and went through that list
thought of everyone who would no longer come and visit
all the people who were once my friends and used me to pacify their egos
but i still cant figure out what i learned from my friends
who never called or said goodbye before they left
maybe its just the fact that friends
really only last through highschool
but family is forever unless you truly are blessed
so now i think of everything
i have learned throughout my life
through everyone i have met
throught he hands of time
that smnakes around my wrist
and when it beeps
i hear a subconcious seed planted
for the matrix of my next history lesson
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