Records of the past

I can’t help but remember the days
Of tape players and VHS tapes.
My memory chooses to
Rummage through the past
Like it were my antiquated record collection
Where the past is as crisp as the sounds
Coming from the records it plays.
The further I head towards the future
The harder I long for the past

Can’t stop now, nowhere to go
Progress sees no limits
As the past shines through
My gold tinted Gucci shades.
Won’t stop now, regardless of
How hard I try.

The mysteries of time
Weigh heavily on my
Conscious thoughts sorted out
within my mental rolodex
Can’t Stop now, nowhere to go.


8 question marks

Is it better to say something or nothing at all?
Should we hide from the truth or run towards it?
Will each lie bring us closer or further from where we want to go?
Will these questions ever cease to replay within my mind?
When?
Who?
What?
Where?

30 SECONDS

Your eyes scan the room
As you ponder
Who will quench
Your thirst tonight?
The bright lights
Bring out your insecurities
Exposing your scars
Along with
Your fears
And your dirty desires

30 SECONDS (remix)

Your eyes scan the room
Exposing your dirty desires
The bright lights along with your insecurities
Brighten out your scars

Such Is Life

The hidden beauties
Within the grotesque
The ambitious aspirations
Were forced to fade
As we came to realize
An undeniable reality
Of this rollercoaster ride
Filled with highs, lows
And something in between
All the while
The butterflies
Flutter from within
As the time passes
as we wait
For this ride to end