Innocuous

A flower on the table,
A book by the fire,
A house in the woods,
my life is serene,
Serenity coming to me.

As I walk through the door,
I meet the world I’ve made,
A method from those that I have gained.
The coffee beckons, and my heart threatens,
“Never leave this world, for this world is contained.”

I wrap my coat around me and head to the door,
My plush carpet, there's room for more,
Whatever I have,
Whatever I need,
It’s all here for me to see.
A beaming, bright dream.

I innocently pull the door,
My heart yells “No more”
I have to go, 
Into the world and make a show,
For my house is a home and nowhere else I’d rather go.

Those that are fine can only conceive the tide of fresh that hides my lines.
Fat is beauty, and beauty is best,
Let's not request what we can of our flesh,
For my body is made to be very delicious,
This pincushion is precious,
Defined and exquisitely timed.

A melting pot of luxury,
Brands galore,
What we want, we also deplore
I have the time and the money to spend,
However, what I want comes at no end,
Ever so changing,
A line here and we all go crazy.

My body is beauty and beauty youth,
But we can’t have it all.

If it wasn’t for you,
I wouldn’t know what’s real,
I loved you at one point and now.
Well now, you don’t speak true,

I listen to the voices,
I hear the things you speak,
I didn’t always agree,
But now I love to see,

Flip-flops in the sand, 
Margaritas by the beach,
This friendship can’t stand,
These feelings make me weak,

What is making me mad,
Is the way you speak,
Your breathing is a nightmare,
And I want to make tweaks,

I always kind of knew,
I always kind of cared,
But what you’ve done now is nothing but stare,
I understand why you did what you did,

Jealousy makes me think you can’t be discreet, 
You Copywrite my work,
You steal my ideas,
What I don’t understand is where you came up with this career,

Now it’s all said and done,
I’m laying here sucking my thumb,
If I hadn’t stopped you,
Only a few could have imagined what you’d do,

The light of some count only by those so dumb,
It’s not fair to say you’re smart,
I knew you before, 
Don’t start.

One more thing,
and try to follow, or you won’t win,
Your callous heart,
Will ruin those that are smart.

I sit here, questioning what made us
I sit here, wondering what would want to make us
The world, covered in dust and painted concrete grey
We rush to our job to make ends meet
The world around us built to the skies
Advertisements lace the cities 
The urban jungle snatches the lives of the young and hopeful
The wildlife adapts to unnatural landscapes but, doesn’t change its natural ways.
We pillage others like us in the excuse for oil, which kills our farms and kills the natural order. 
You would put a man in jail for digging up someone, but if the ground made us into oil, you’d not think twice about it.
Greed runs the cities; greed is hoping to gain more at the expense of mental health, and nature.

A Rose as ugly as you may never see the light of day
A rose as rotten as you may never see my light
Thou shall not be a rose if a rose is neither you 
You are a rose in name only

Beauty is taken away from you.
My love is tied to you.
You are as ugly as you are beautiful

Your obsessive trait.
Is what sometimes makes you great
A mirror your weapon 
Your driving not great
Ops, another mistake
There goes that person’s gate

People crossing is a chore
BEEP BEEP
and I’m yours 
Bouncing off my car
There goes another child
I must admit I’m wild

Now my mirror is filled with blue
I really am through
Behind bars
On a water fast

Clearly not my fault
Being brought to court
The judge is a sort
Reading how I plead
Me getting on my knees
Begging to be free

I’m off again now, people my new surround-sound
Bars of the door, showing teeth marks galore
I wish I wasn’t poor
So I could have paid the bail,
Instead, I'm asking for the pail

You turned away from me.
And all of a sudden the world changed.
My life is not the same.
Wifi in the sky, connected to on the fly.
Techno boom, what is really true.
You thought it all through.

So much has changed, my life insane
Time is of the essence, so much to be done
we no longer need to run
it’s never quiet because of ongoing triumph

Ever so changed, in the way we display
Marketing tools, at fingertips 
Visual impairment, no longer to be stared at.
Our very instinct now is to follow the crowd
Our basic tools replaced and handed to fools
Can no longer use them as they bring confusion
Because they are not LED-lit, or bright with resolution.

But it's all has a price,
and we didn’t think twice
You're now “running out”
People shout
I’m not done with you yet
Yet you are done with us
What will happen is a great confusion 
It’ll be more than an intrusion 
What is clear
We will disappear.

If I smile for you, will you wake?
If I cry for you, will you tell me this is all a mistake?
If I stop you, will you hold my hand?
Suicide is the plan

I sit here dreaming of what could have been
What will you say to me?
Is this all a dream?
Will you ever know what you mean to me?

If you look for this idea,
You will forever find it clear
As looking into a mirror
You will find the terror
Not what you see
but that which you believe

What little did I know, 
you make quite the show,
One of a connection,
Another in my direction,

What little did I know,
I find you now brittle and broken,
Repugnant and open,
It's something of a token,
To show your not well-spoken,
In the art of reproach,

What little did I know,
That you lazily crave those of whom do not path the way,
Art is a science of the mind, created by those who are divine,
You look for those who are mistaken, you may only get taken for a ride,
I see how you do, and I want you to improve,
This eye is trained for clues,
If you could see inside my head, your disapproval would be your undo

Creating a movement of what can only be called an improvement,
However, you are not refined, practice takes time.
You are going to make a motion, it may not rock the ocean,
But in time you will become divine.

Your mouthpiece of manipulation

Tangled in your own dictation
Thrust into literation
Your literation will be mistaken
As an act of great exaltation
In the way it is mistaken

If you were sharper, you’d have more creation
It is not me, but your maker
That angers you and puts you into this alteration
Loving you is hard to do
The words don’t stop and neither do you
You are taken with your own dilation
On my very creation
why was I awakened to deal with this mistakenness

Tight bodied and cream of the crop
does nothing but make your jaw drop
If I was one of you I’d make a pit stop,
to show off what I got 
You want to find a top
Well, you might find a lot
Doesn’t matter what you got
Twinks and otters, drag queens in totters
We got the lot

Look at the way we dance
We’ll put you in a trance 
Pulling together, getting wet whenever
You’ll think you're in France
by the way we prance

My feelings for you grow stronger
I can hide them no longer
A string between us
A line in the sand 
What I want from you I can’t have
If this was hunger, I would forever wonder 
When the fire falls from the clouds, a lighter is does not shine brighter
If I was one with you, you’d forever be hurting
If you lust for me. Trust in me 
The truth will set you free, For me, it brings heartbreak or you on your knees
A brisk walk and I’m yours, the love between us shows no rights
Your height is wrong, I want your dong
Picking you up, I see our eyes touch
You say you miss my cleft chin, but you never remember your own lies
I see what you like and think I’m not right
If you want this hand, you better be a better man.
Reality makes a pair, your heart is in the right place, just I despair
You make sense In my life just, not in the way we both think
A hand in the right place is, is what I feel. 
But our hands don’t connect.
Lust is luck with a few steps in the direction of love.