extra plays the hero

this scene and city call for a close up
but nothing comes close at all
the hits are misses, too late for last calls
behind big lenses, i am numb of my senses
the taste of losing you
a lemon soaked in sugar
and the nerves send the worst words
and we're just standing here in awe
it's so messed up, there must be a law
in my defense, the truth though weighs in so dense

the harlot to the hero

of all the ends of the earth
you ended up in my backyard
lucky you, this one's on me

haiku from a hero to a harlot

sippin down chai green tea
with milk (,) made in the shade
my soul is gettin laid (back) and relaxed

stayed focused, the fever's home

you're carved out of karats
we're carved out of stone
you make plans and trends
we break concentration and bones

i just wanted to be the best head/cold medicine
so much for the pharmacist, getting fucked in the background of my misery
stand on a tower pronouncing myself the christ kid in full color
and god's racing against infinity to bring me to my knees
pray to me before i burn you out you overblownup star
like the sun in another sense, you're getting burnt by self-centered rays of "happy to see you smile" while the rest of the kids are still overdosing and oversexed
bathrooms stalls, coke and blow, never the same, just like us
once you cross the line, why not just walk it?
take it from the top, keep yourself balanced this time
think yoga meets "step on a crack..."
forget your momma's back, she'll be arms wide open, but they'll never take you back
threw me out, brown paper sack, i'm like a lunch for your vicious wit, i'm done
medium rare, everything's at stake, even the commonwealth

postcard from the future (if you fastforward. you'll missed the best scene

and the wedding bells broke
and the ring already rung until you just (got) hung up
and it's all just stuck in my head, permanent repeat
slowmotion meltdown, panic attack on the trip back (and forth)
well you knew what you had in mind, i didnt buy what you had in store
well you could think of this as my heads in the monastery but my hearts in a whorehouse
and all these friends are cardboard cut outs of "friendship"
enjoy the cake and keep the golden forks
take a piece of me, all of you, for being such sarcastic sports
the smiles are rehearsed and the pearly whites have been photoshopped like ivories on a piano playing beethoven's version of "i don't care"
you're all making this seem too formal, let's just switch to last name basis for a bit
she's running, crying magnificent silhouette, you're an overcast cloud, rain on my parade
and remember, vows are for making, not for breaking before you even took the oath
i should've known by that falsetto "yes" and that played out pirohouette

all work and no play makes jack nothing

the paradox of this whole thing is
i cant get home til you leave
and ill never keep you, but im holding on so tightly

a little more than most can say (signing off from a millions miles away)

i'm coming back to old skins and a new head
sometimes youre not better off dead
youre better off in silence, feasting on bread
she said "just drop the act, lower yourself instead"
i stared in the mirror for the next half hour
as the sun hid behind clouds and thundershowers
something about the thought of colliding planets and hearts
gave me a new outlook on life and a fresh start
i turned to her and told her "this is what's best, the planet wraps me in stars, in the constellations i am dressed, and i know you're not impressed, you and i both know you're a so called cut above the rest"
your sarcastic smile and cynical swing mean you're in full form and the worst force
but i am your complement, i am the day to your night, im the winner of the fight because i dont have to, the dark knight in the twilight, saving the day from yourself