Career Advancement (Overqualified)

Corporate

Maybe someday the members of bad management will realize that they need to staff allies to help support the team and enhance their resources rather than push away their delusional idea of threatening competition.  Their blatant need for allies is more than they are willing to allow themselves to be aware of.  Or perhaps they can always choose to settle for being stuck where they’re at; in a shallow pool of their own… “achievements”.

~The memo from a “Mom & Pop”

I Missed You

Electric eyes into mine

Magnetize

Vanish time

Suddenly my lips grace yours

Caressing skin of open doors

Glide across the astral plane

Planetary starburst rain

There is no hurt

There is no pain

My counterpart is found again

To know a feeling that is home

Conjoining heart left not alone

No further want or need to clone

You are the bird that has flown

Free to me

To freely be

Enchanted in your company

Hand on chest

To feel your soul

And through your hair

Our story told

Still beautiful

When eyes are closed

I feel you now

We’ve grown so old

 

 

Bypass

You try to put me on a pedestal

And mount my frame up on a wall

Your distant whispers are so far away

But you don’t know me much at all

Opinions formed by observation

But were they ever truly facts

I guess it’s fair you never knew

That my heart is still in tact

Underneath this temporary temple

The work of God that I’ve been blessed

But the figure that you worship

Was, by far, the hardest test

As you see it so appealing

As you love it from afar

Or may you hate me from your fears

I’m merely but a falling star

Alone within myself

As fear keeps us part

And though you do not know my wealth

Inside of me still lives a heart

Inside of me is torn apart

Inside of me still needs some love

Inside of me is but a human

And I’m still looking up above

Just like you- I am still here

Just like you- I may be scared

Just like you- I can care

But when you place me in your box

Will bring the empty quiet knocks

On my door that’s latched and locked

For you never came to see me here

I wish you would have shown me you

For me to show me back to you

But you did not care to let me see

As you have feared such company

From the box you placed me in

When you projected all your sins

And found a way to justify

That I am not your kind of guy

So again, I level to content

For what is meant shall be meant

Unnecessary to repent

What’s passed is not for my consent

Nor for me to represent

Nothing close to discontent

Solidify the soldier’s tent

No vacancy to pay the rent

Secure with what the heavens sent

 

 

 

Twin Flame

Eyes of blue that ignite my soul

You make life become more alive

From the inside of my sacral chakra

Starts a wildfire that only we can feel

And so together we burn in an organized fashion

Together we learn with a synchronized passion

How to feel such joy again

Yet more profound than prior lessons

As we’ve found light in dark recessions

And now that we both come to surface

As separate wholes, for we deserve this

We collide into ourselves

The mirrors that reflect true wealth

Of heart and body, mind and soul

It became one when we let it go

We are all- we are us

We are one in every piece of trust

We are not lost nor are we found

We are all that life has grown through clouds

We are the light that shines so proud

We are the highest frequency

We are the best that we can be

Comprised of authenticity

We are the bird that has flown free

Entitled (FuckBoy)

You speak in slang and your spelling is atrocious

You say your valuable time is not to be wasted

Yet you still eat your parents groceries

You don’t know how to cook without a microwave

You claim to hold the value of precious diamonds

Yet your attitude is bad and you always misbehave

You go around alone because you’re better than this life

Your delusion in your bubble is more quiet than it’s loud

You couldn’t cut through butter with the dullness of your knife

You have no comprehension for metaphors and such

You can only read in slang when it’s short and not enough

Like a pesky squirrel, you’re always eating all the nuts

Your glass is not consumed by either whole or half

Your contents are vacant inside your knock-off Solo cup

You’re a childlike adult and you make for a good laugh

You drown yourself in alcohol and smoke a lot of weed

You live inside a videogame as you’re playing what you eat

You think that you deserve it all so you hold so many needs

Yet what you have to offer is lonesome selfish greed

Congratulations on your horrid attitude

Your lack of contribution is effortless and rude

So unrealistic and oh so very crude

You are the prime example of why your life is such a mess

Your entitlement holds no recognition or reward

As you’re unaligned with what is best

A mirage is what you see and feel

And all that you envision becomes your own reality

Lost inside your unhealed pain- it’s real

But know that there is still hope for even such a tragedy

Perhaps one day you may find

A higher piece of self

And then when you awaken time

You’ll unlock the key of your own wealth

The abilities you have; yes the do exist

One must first become aware of self

To live beyond the ignorance and bliss

The will to change your life; yes it does exist

And when you find a piece of harmony

Your past will not be missed

There is hope in life- even for your kind

But it will not manifest by sitting lost in time

Good luck to you- the stuck and broken

I wish you true enlightenment

So you may accept my token

Or follow patterned discontent

 

 

 

Doctor (Drug Dealer)

Doctor doctor

Checking up on me

I can tell you really like my company

Doctor doctor

So you gave me some pills

You told me that they’d help me with my painful chills

So I took em just as you prescribed

Took em and I hooked em- they were numbing my vibe

Flowing through my stream of blood

Unprepared for the havoc of a future flood

Doctor doctor

I’m back to see you again

Follow up on me like you’re such a good friend

I know that you really care about my health

You’re certified and licensed with a PHD of wealth

“In God We Trust”- or so they say

If it’s money then it’s good so I guess I’ll stay

You sent me home with another script

Reading me your lines with such precise magic

Dark storm up ahead

I only knew what I heard and saw

I guess I should have read

Side effects came so you cut me off

Withdrawing from your potion

I was falling off

Feeling lost and feeling cold

Hurting with the chills as the story goes

Doctor doctor

You made your money

Black magic in your bank and you think it’s funny

You hurt my soul

You killed my vibe

You were numbing me with drugs so I could live to die

I could resort to heroine

But I’m not gonna let your filthy system win

Good cop bad cop

I’ve seen em all

Best believe you aint ever gonna see me fall

You taught me well and now I know

I made it through the storm of your domino

Never again will I come back to you

You’re a dirty doctor and I don’t trust you

 

Mr. Potato Head Game

You desire the model

So you turn on your static box

To become engulfed within its noisy film

Your eyes- sunken in

It becomes you

And you become all of its illusion

So you disappear

Far into a sale

Motivating you to feel

To believe

To be

To exist

Suddenly you discover

That and Ipod will make you happy

And that sex really does sell

But you haven’t been laid in 5 years

And you can’t afford an Ipod

Because your ass hasn’t left the couch

And you have no friends

No skill

Just eyes

Sunken into the illusion that you’ve become

Would you like fries with that?