Art Critic

When people begin to paint pretty pictures with lies I just sit back and smile. Of course, reality is all about perspective; about perception. Of course what I may think I am witnessing may be in all actuality a fantasy. But how could that be possible? And to even begin to hypothesize such a circumstance would require me to dismiss my track record. Somehow, someway I would have to doubt my decision making, become wary of my reasoning, and ultimately remove myself from my logical side. That, will not happen. So, I can not partake in fancies or fall in love with compliments. Won't settle for efforts which are consistent within a time limit. You can miss me with that. My eyes work very well to see the details of any "masterpiece." And so I see through him. Probably clearer than he will ever know.

Wait

When I let my thoughts flow

They get in the way

When I try to conceal them

They get in the way

I don’t know 

How much more

I can take

I don’t know 

How much longer 

I can wait

Non-Mono

I don’t think I’m supposed to have these thoughts about you.

I don’t think I’m supposed to feel these ways about you.

Homie, Lover, Friend

Trying to pretend like this math isn’t simple

1 + 1 

Me +  You

Means we can do 

Whatever we wanna do

I don’t think I’m supposed to reveal these thoughts

But I’m too out of my ways 

To make it seem as if

I want this beautiful synergy

To fade away.