Saturday, February 11, 2012


You stand on the stage of the universe
Struggling to take a bow
Tripping on your grown-up ballgown
Wonder what people think now.
You think you're inadequate?
Even when the crowd shouts “no”
When you feel trials coming you get
terrified to face the blow
But Divine breathe is flowing through you,
behind and before and beyond,
and to the people all around you
Giving you a brand new dawn

Stop worrying that smart isn't genius,
that a C is worse that A
Feeling, pretty but not quite gorgeous
Wishing yesterday was today.
Sweat slides down your eyes and blinds you
In a fog of self-esteem
Try to trap everyone behind you
As you strain for the halo's gleam.
Even after all your feats,
All you can hear is your flaws
Ringing through the broken wires
Why can't you hear your applause?

People look like they're glowing
But they're all draped in disguise
If all you want to see is normal
You'll never want to open your eyes.
We're all trying to pass off the blame
But craziness pulls at our heels
Like Achilles in stilettos
We know just how weakness feels.

Reality check
Perfection's no reality
Though the media battles this truth so gallantly
We are all fragments of twisted humanity
Defined in our essence by total insanity.
Fumbling around on this spinning planet we
keep staring in the mirror and just can't let it be
the way we were made with a scribble and a shade
Now cease this charade 'cause that's not how lives are weighed
The warmth of curled lips or the depth behind the iris,
the spread of goodwill like an insidious virus
The willingness to stand on the high-dive of fate
and peel off your mask despite pride and hate.

That's the breath flowing through you
Exhaling what we wish to taste
But we don't want to dive into true
as we painfully de-face.

Like all the sudden your clothes are saran-wrap
Your skin is as clear as the sky
All the demons you hid inside you
Can be found by the scorching eye.
The spotlight will show no mercy
And the world may continue to scowl
But you have to get out of the nursery
And release that scraping howl

Let it radiate on your face when
you take off your mask
When you rise up from the basement
into the sun. Just bask
in the knowledge that you are accepted
And don't have to keep taking aim
You are a celestial wonder
you don't have to be ashamed

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