Remember Me, My Harsh Teachers! (Part II)

Buds to blossoms, the words in my mind to any loose leaf/
Kick it rather Brucely for the first seconds to introdeuce me/
Escape to abstract, free of a lab-rat-a-mazing existence/
Barely make it around here, sure as a girdle is a miss-fit/
Intelligence redefined brings our entire diction into question/
My lingual's deeper than words, felt like prenatal expression/
Very much alive within, feeding off of the way we connect/
Umbilical direct deposit, check, my alma mater next/
A college veteran, survived while others died by papercuts/
As in, diploma opiates sedate folks to comas... say what?/
Tried to shoot me narcotics, restrained to desktops and tables/
Still opted out like a Net-Ready PC using fiber optic cables/
Into the matrix, numbers like the box office with no cubicles/
Digital world maneuvering, faster than a secretary's cuticles/
That's my type, so beautiful, I'm up at your job removing you/
It's human you, and fie on any greed who needs a new-improved/
Can't stop here, I'll take you... take you like your name was Amber/
Precious before glitz and glamour, fans love you in a distant manner/
I could gaze into your eyes in a way different than instant camera/
...Seems you've forgotten what this feels like, you advantaged amateur/

Run From Love!

Let your fears take the very feet from underneath you

And may your footsteps increase by multiples of two

As thoughts of commitment haunt your temporal soul

Like Baroque's fear of the void, love's bottomless hole

If you want your precious freedom, just outrun the light

Free to the darkness of your space, as is your right
No up or down, so you can never know all that is passing

No grounds for a standard to build something lasting

You and your priceless options... useless accessories
Run from love! It's safer when choice isn't a necessity
Love comes to rob you of your social importance

With your worth to just one, do away with concordance

Flee arms that would hold you, if you'd rather play tag

And wipe your crocodile tears with disposable rags
RUN!

Comedy House

To say I'm soft-spoken...
With the assumption that there's anything to say
Neglecting the courage it took to simply speak
Your purposeful radiance making me weak
We go through emotions as these never easily
Well, perhaps maybe you do; I'm less fortunate, see
I try, but my problem is that I'm once shy
Just once, and for all ever after
That's my story, and a cause for small laughter
But when the joke clears, still I'm up on the stand
And my next line doesn't fly until the punch lands
Do you understand? For me this is all a stage fright
Sitting here watching you watching me at amateur night

Express

How many times can I say it... MUST I say it
Before something, anything changes
I've already tried to face it, Really
But loving her is a reflex, Not a choice

I've missed my exit, but I can't turn around
My hands are tied, My feet are bound
To the back of a throttling train, Which is time
To put her behind, What a drag

Will I, For the rest of my life, Carry this wait
Knowing it's already too late
Sometimes, I would die for a clean slate
But indeed, what is my fate...

She's my number one tangent, In all conversation
My point of reference when asked, My preference
My favorite question, Submitted to Heaven
My expressway to inspiration