Sweet

I thought she loved me
But I was another customer
Waiting in line
Waiting for her smile

She's needing the bread
kneading the attention
Served on a plate
It's icing on the cake

You're the one I wanna have fun with
You're the one that I wanna be with
Because you make all the guys drool
When you start walking through

Because jealousy is for those who don't have you

You look the other way
Since I'm just another customer
The cup to your cake
Even though it's too late

The edible confetti lays on top
The colored poison to your love
Oh sweet baker, let me go

Back Pocket

The vine-like creature held its green hands away from the young boy, not much older than seven. His small round face was illuminated in an emerald light, peeking through the branch fingertips of the creature. The eyes of the child were wide and his mouth slightly open, allowing his breath to speed up just a bit as the creature moved in front of him. Although to some this soul of nature would be a monster, one that chases them down in nightmares and lurks in the shadowy underbelly of a mattress, the boy was only filled with wonderment.

Within the creature's palms was a gem. This gem was said to have held the secrets of life, the mystery of cell organization and the manipulation of time.

This gem was not the judgmental, flawed God the boy had learned from his parents and from his neighbors. This God was everything. It was powerful. It was moving. It did not differentiate between good and evil. This God was Nature, and it was its daughters: Evolution and Chaos. This God was the karma and the balance, the seemingly random events that collided to create this single, unique moment in time. A moment too quick to realize, but one with so much information that one could not possibly analyze.

Green light continued to pour into the world from the vine creature's hands, and she was not holding it back as carefully as before, recognizing the innocence in the boy's mannerisms. The secret would do no harm to a boy yet would drive a man mad. The wise would see everything they needed to see, yet they could not possibly understand it without the wisdom of a child.

Finally, the vines unraveled and the organic fingertips revealed the gem to the boy, now kneeling in front of Nature. The gem was but a rock, lightly chipped and with little history to be seen. It had rough edges, yet with one clear side.

Within this side, the boy saw something.

In this side, the boy saw himself.

No Place Like Yesterday

I have some words on the page
But I have nothing left to say
It's as if all of my meaning
Has gotten up and gone away

There's a chance I'll back down
That I won't live to see the sun
My best friend is all I've got
Yet I wanna click my heels and run

There's no place like yesterday
Where there are no motions to go through
You pick and choose, you win and lose
You crash into the bitter deep
There's no feeling like knowing
There's no place like yesterday

I always say that it's too late
Even when I haven't made a mistake
It's always cloudy with a chance of rain
And keeping dry is another fantasy

There's no place like yesterday