05/08/12 - 20 Years Old
What If...

1918, under the Hungarian skies,
When patrol was captured by the radio's cries,
A determined disc jockey was losing his voice,
He yelled "The War Is Over", it was news to rejoice,
There was always a doubt that we would hear it this morning,
We fired shots in the air with no need for a warning,
Walked straight to the coast to celebrate the treaty,
Hoping it was the last time that we would storm the beaches,
It was a small lagoon which boasted golden sands,
The party began with no one holding back,
We all took turns of being thrown in the sea,
Enjoying shots of Pálinka and the local cuisine,
We pulled seaweed from our boots, pouring out the water as well,
As we sat by a small bar which lay on top of the shells,
All of a sudden, my heart descended and sinked,
When I looked at the woman who was serving us drinks.

Why do I think this,
Happily married but still,
Wondering what if.

At first sight, I'd never felt this affection,
I was transcended at seeing her sun kissed complexion,
I was overcame and I could hardly take it,
I was really nervous and my pulse was racing,
When I made the request, she started sitting with us,
But a platoon of drunken troops was set to kick up a fuss,
So we strolled to the shore, the sun rested it's head,
We just talked for hours, till it was beckoned again,
Her eyes reflected to me a deep blue of oceans,
And she unlocked my heart to a new emotion,
With the war over, I was now free to love,
We connected on levels only seen to us,
For the rest of my stay, we spent every second together,
And I swore that she was a woman that I'd remember forever,
If I could, I'd have refused to leave,
But I returned to America, and wonder what could have been.

Why do I think this,
Happily married but still,
Wondering what if.

In a small apartment, we could have layed together,
We could have bought the bar and then we'd stay forever,
I could have proposed and delightfully she'd reply,
And then we'd get married together under a star lit sky,
We could've made the decision and then try for a while,
And eventually my wife would have bore me a child,
With the sallow skin of their mum they'd be credited,
But I'd make a point to teach them of their heritage,
We'd watch them grow up as we would grow old,
Reading their book as the story unfolds,
For the rest of my time there's no wars that I fight,
Just me you and our child moving forward in life,
When one of our lives is beginning to end,
The other would wait to be together again,
On a death bed one would rest as our hands would clasp,
A final smile would grow, and then we pass.

Why do I think this,
Happily married but still,
Wondering what if.

But since then, I've met my wife, it's not like I'm not happy,
I've loved every minute with her, it's been many years since we got married,
I was 34 when we met, I was far from a young kid,
We dated for months and I could tell that we just clicked,
I'm 68 now, Hungary was a lifetime ago,
But I can't help but think how that life would go,
Would it be happy? Owning the bar with my wife?
Or would it all have fallen apart in a night?
I'm not sure, but one thing is for certain,
She was my first love and it's always serving a purpose,
I have no idea how things turned out or if she met another,
But there's a place in my heart and I will always love her,
I swore to always remember, and that was truly honest,
And I've passed through the years and still kept that promise,
I'm happily married and loving it, in a life that's long lived,
But I can't stop from wondering, and thinking of 'What if...'.



06/08/12 - 20 Years Old
Process of Corruption

When I started this job I knew the rights from the wrongs;
To enforce that citizens would abide by the law,
My first day was nerve racking, butterflies in my stomach,
Each moment a service which I supply to the public,
I was walking the streets as I patrolled on my beat,
Only to hear them yelling 'Fuck the police!',
I was quickly flustered, but I was keeping a straight face,
I couldn't understand the assault cause I was keeping the place safe,
I would like to say, it was a one off occurrence,
But everyday was an insult, they wouldn't stop from coming,
As time was passing, I would think to myself,
Why was bothering in even trying to help?
They'd just assume I led the life of a liar,
So now what I'll do is fight fire with fire,
They want a corrupt cop so they can point and heckle,
Then that's what they've, and now the score is settled,
I'll hate and discriminate, I'll do whatever I want,
I'll take bribes despite every lesson I'm taught,
I started out positive, now they'll say I was fake,
But the fact of the matter is that they made me this way.

20/08/12 - 20 Years Old
Californiacation

My family surrounds and they kick up fuss,
As I inhale the fumes of a pick up truck,
I share, with my addict brother, an emotional hug,
But he's so strung out, I'm pretty much holding him up,
My father looks displeased, as if my actions are crimes,
While I put my foot on the gas and leave Nebraska behind,
It's like I'm born again, and now I start my life,
Which contrasts my windshield, a graveyard of flies,
I know that I'm close because the traffic thickens,
The colourful landscape is just as I've envisioned,
A bright blue sky sits on a still horizon,
Boasting picturesque clouds which hold silver lining,
Back home they said that I'm a dreamer,
But now I arrive here in Pasadena,
I want to star in movies, but this is one of my own,
No audience to watch, I'm the only one in the show,
I think of a beach house in Californian suns,
But without a job I'm not affording one,
I need an occupation like the one that I've left behind,
Nothing fancy, enough to get me by,
The restaurant type, so I can serve as a waitress,
Where it is irrelevant because I'm certain I'll hate it,
I pass an interview, the doubts become harder to hear,
And now I'm ready to focus and then start my career,
Some months go by, my outlook has begun to change,
I've waited for calls, but nothings came,
Is it my look or personality which is preventing my rise?
I think I'll have to go out and then get a disguise,
Long extensions, daisy dukes, I'm now fake and it's awful,
High heel boots, manicures and dyed hair from a bottle,
I know that at home, my dad would be shouting at me,
For stringing along guys that are out of my league,
Of all the traits, intelligence isn't the best,
So I sacrifice my brain to fit in with the rest,
The dumb blonde routine has been successful for many,
I'm now just a character, so to act I am ready,
I hide behind make up as I'm painting my face,
And now the girl from Nebraska begins fading away,
My past is now darkened, I can't think back clearly,
Because for me, being myself, is a Big Bang Theory.



21/08/12 - 20 Years Old
The Raven

High in the sky it swiftly flows,
Leading us to battle with shape shifting foes,
A timely feud which sees bloodshed on the rise,
As brute force locks horns with deception and lies,
The raven scouts ahead as it’s checking for danger,
Its beady eyes borrowed by war-tested invaders,
We enter the woods, our weapons jingle and chime,
Each dead tree stands as a symbol of life,
Our boots crunch down upon the twigs and the snow,
Our lips dry and cracked by the blistering cold,
Pity isn’t a vice of our warrior nation,
Each sorry erased and no apology taken,
This inferior race made a mistake in opposing our clan,
Battle-axe at the ready, no one’s holding us back,
The oaks all around, choose to block our view with,
Crooked branches as they watch our movements,
The raven starts to circle, we’re ready to fight,
It indicates where our foes will dye red in the ice,
Our hearts beat onto animal fur, butterflies flap in our stomachs,
But I know that these magic men will be no match for our courage,
Not a man on the face of earth could make a coward of us,
So we charge as the raven glares and stares down from above,
A firm grip on my sword; I am holding it tight,
But when we get to the clearing; there is no one in sight,
An army alone, none killed on this night,
But each and every one of us gets a chill up our spine,
We look to each other with eerie suspicion,
The fog thickens and my soldiers disappear with my vision,
The weakness of fear appears to corrupt my mind,
As I hear blood curdling screams, the trees come to life,
Resistance is futile; I feel cuts like razors,
The excruciating pain a reward for my trusting nature,
I see the raven land with my last possible energy,
Only to see it shape shift and transform to the enemy.

05/08/12 - 20 Years Old
What If...

1918, under the Hungarian skies,
When patrol was captured by the radio's cries,
A determined disc jockey was losing his voice,
He yelled "The War Is Over", it was news to rejoice,
There was always a doubt that we would hear it this morning,
We fired shots in the air with no need for a warning,
Walked straight to the coast to celebrate the treaty,
Hoping it was the last time that we would storm the beaches,
It was a small lagoon which boasted golden sands,
The party began with no one holding back,
We all took turns of being thrown in the sea,
Enjoying shots of Pálinka and the local cuisine,
We pulled seaweed from our boots, pouring out the water as well,
As we sat by a small bar which lay on top of the shells,
All of a sudden, my heart descended and sinked,
When I looked at the woman who was serving us drinks.

Why do I think this,
Happily married but still,
Wondering what if.

At first sight, I'd never felt this affection,
I was transcended at seeing her sun kissed complexion,
I was overcame and I could hardly take it,
I was really nervous and my pulse was racing,
When I made the request, she started sitting with us,
But a platoon of drunken troops was set to kick up a fuss,
So we strolled to the shore, the sun rested it's head,
We just talked for hours, till it was beckoned again,
Her eyes reflected to me a deep blue of oceans,
And she unlocked my heart to a new emotion,
With the war over, I was now free to love,
We connected on levels only seen to us,
For the rest of my stay, we spent every second together,
And I swore that she was a woman that I'd remember forever,
If I could, I'd have refused to leave,
But I returned to America, and wonder what could have been.

Why do I think this,
Happily married but still,
Wondering what if.

In a small apartment, we could have layed together,
We could have bought the bar and then we'd stay forever,
I could have proposed and delightfully she'd reply,
And then we'd get married together under a star lit sky,
We could've made the decision and then try for a while,
And eventually my wife would have bore me a child,
With the sallow skin of their mum they'd be credited,
But I'd make a point to teach them of their heritage,
We'd watch them grow up as we would grow old,
Reading their book as the story unfolds,
For the rest of my time there's no wars that I fight,
Just me you and our child moving forward in life,
When one of our lives is beginning to end,
The other would wait to be together again,
On a death bed one would rest as our hands would clasp,
A final smile would grow, and then we pass.

Why do I think this,
Happily married but still,
Wondering what if.

But since then, I've met my wife, it's not like I'm not happy,
I've loved every minute with her, it's been many years since we got married,
I was 34 when we met, I was far from a young kid,
We dated for months and I could tell that we just clicked,
I'm 68 now, Hungary was a lifetime ago,
But I can't help but think how that life would go,
Would it be happy? Owning the bar with my wife?
Or would it all have fallen apart in a night?
I'm not sure, but one thing is for certain,
She was my first love and it's always serving a purpose,
I have no idea how things turned out or if she met another,
But there's a place in my heart and I will always love her,
I swore to always remember, and that was truly honest,
And I've passed through the years and still kept that promise,
I'm happily married and loving it, in a life that's long lived,
But I can't stop from wondering, and thinking of 'What if...'.



06/08/12 - 20 Years Old
Process of Corruption

When I started this job I knew the rights from the wrongs;
To enforce that citizens would abide by the law,
My first day was nerve racking, butterflies in my stomach,
Each moment a service which I supply to the public,
I was walking the streets as I patrolled on my beat,
Only to hear them yelling 'Fuck the police!',
I was quickly flustered, but I was keeping a straight face,
I couldn't understand the assault cause I was keeping the place safe,
I would like to say, it was a one off occurrence,
But everyday was an insult, they wouldn't stop from coming,
As time was passing, I would think to myself,
Why was bothering in even trying to help?
They'd just assume I led the life of a liar,
So now what I'll do is fight fire with fire,
They want a corrupt cop so they can point and heckle,
Then that's what they've, and now the score is settled,
I'll hate and discriminate, I'll do whatever I want,
I'll take bribes despite every lesson I'm taught,
I started out positive, now they'll say I was fake,
But the fact of the matter is that they made me this way.

20/08/12 - 20 Years Old
Californiacation

My family surrounds and they kick up fuss,
As I inhale the fumes of a pick up truck,
I share, with my addict brother, an emotional hug,
But he's so strung out, I'm pretty much holding him up,
My father looks displeased, as if my actions are crimes,
While I put my foot on the gas and leave Nebraska behind,
It's like I'm born again, and now I start my life,
Which contrasts my windshield, a graveyard of flies,
I know that I'm close because the traffic thickens,
The colourful landscape is just as I've envisioned,
A bright blue sky sits on a still horizon,
Boasting picturesque clouds which hold silver lining,
Back home they said that I'm a dreamer,
But now I arrive here in Pasadena,
I want to star in movies, but this is one of my own,
No audience to watch, I'm the only one in the show,
I think of a beach house in Californian suns,
But without a job I'm not affording one,
I need an occupation like the one that I've left behind,
Nothing fancy, enough to get me by,
The restaurant type, so I can serve as a waitress,
Where it is irrelevant because I'm certain I'll hate it,
I pass an interview, the doubts become harder to hear,
And now I'm ready to focus and then start my career,
Some months go by, my outlook has begun to change,
I've waited for calls, but nothings came,
Is it my look or personality which is preventing my rise?
I think I'll have to go out and then get a disguise,
Long extensions, daisy dukes, I'm now fake and it's awful,
High heel boots, manicures and dyed hair from a bottle,
I know that at home, my dad would be shouting at me,
For stringing along guys that are out of my league,
Of all the traits, intelligence isn't the best,
So I sacrifice my brain to fit in with the rest,
The dumb blonde routine has been successful for many,
I'm now just a character, so to act I am ready,
I hide behind make up as I'm painting my face,
And now the girl from Nebraska begins fading away,
My past is now darkened, I can't think back clearly,
Because for me, being myself, is a Big Bang Theory.



21/08/12 - 20 Years Old
The Raven

High in the sky it swiftly flows,
Leading us to battle with shape shifting foes,
A timely feud which sees bloodshed on the rise,
As brute force locks horns with deception and lies,
The raven scouts ahead as it’s checking for danger,
Its beady eyes borrowed by war-tested invaders,
We enter the woods, our weapons jingle and chime,
Each dead tree stands as a symbol of life,
Our boots crunch down upon the twigs and the snow,
Our lips dry and cracked by the blistering cold,
Pity isn’t a vice of our warrior nation,
Each sorry erased and no apology taken,
This inferior race made a mistake in opposing our clan,
Battle-axe at the ready, no one’s holding us back,
The oaks all around, choose to block our view with,
Crooked branches as they watch our movements,
The raven starts to circle, we’re ready to fight,
It indicates where our foes will dye red in the ice,
Our hearts beat onto animal fur, butterflies flap in our stomachs,
But I know that these magic men will be no match for our courage,
Not a man on the face of earth could make a coward of us,
So we charge as the raven glares and stares down from above,
A firm grip on my sword; I am holding it tight,
But when we get to the clearing; there is no one in sight,
An army alone, none killed on this night,
But each and every one of us gets a chill up our spine,
We look to each other with eerie suspicion,
The fog thickens and my soldiers disappear with my vision,
The weakness of fear appears to corrupt my mind,
As I hear blood curdling screams, the trees come to life,
Resistance is futile; I feel cuts like razors,
The excruciating pain a reward for my trusting nature,
I see the raven land with my last possible energy,
Only to see it shape shift and transform to the enemy.