Who?

It’s 2:00 o’clock and in my head I wonder.
Is this my life’s biggest blunder?

I barely noticed that I hadn’t blinked.
Moments passing are too succinct.

Where, what, and how I ask.
It’s what I was instructed to complete my task.

Robotic existence has become quite formal.
Imitated contentment is all too normal.

I feed the machine what it wants to survive.
The only problem is I'm not able to thrive.

Who am I pleasing if I'm not pleasing myself?
When I started this life, rapture I put on a shelf.

The question remains then where else should I be?
Once I leave this hotel room, does that set me free?

Questions unanswered lead me more in the dark.
The crusade into my soul, I'm about to embark.

WETZLES. END SCENE.

Where are the days that felt oh so divine.
Just you plus me plus a bag of cheap wine.
I miss you dear friends and the fun that we shared.
There is nothing back then that truly compared.

Singing tunes on the porch as people walked by.
Why should we care, we are not shy.
It made it better and brought us much closer.
To know that each one was a brilliant composer.

We created the songs with love in our hearts.
Knowing full well they'd never reach top of the charts.
It was a dedication of love to one of our dearest friends.
Whose love and devotion [and craziness] truly transcends.

This day was like no other as the end grew near.
The thought did not settle in our minds to spoil the cheer.
Verse upon verse we remembered the fun.
I don't think dear Wetzy could be outdone.

Perhaps she learned from the best as I was her tutor.
I programmed her for corruption like a fucking computer.
She is set free now to act as she pleases.
I just hope she stays free of any diseases!

Thanks for creating the masterpiece that day Mdoe.
Without you it would not be quite the show.
The memories of that day lay awake in mind.
And when I need a release, there I go to unwind.

You...Me

The way I feel around you is electric.
And even though I might be eccentric.
Take a chance with me to make something epic.

I promise you it will be magic.
And nothing short of truly orgasmic.
Together we'll be the threads of a fine woven fabric.

To me you are purely poetic.
And when I am around you I feel truly magnetic,
You plus me is arithmetic.

Transformation

Can you save me from suffocation?

Can you lead me to emancipation?
Or is this my final destination?
So have I made my last proclamation?
Am I lost in desperation?
Am I forever confined to isolation?
Or do you have transportation?
So I can find my inspiration?
Will you take me to my operation?
Will you set me free from this occupation?
Or is it too late for a revelation?
So I can reinvent my imagination?

DIVERSITY

Is DIVERSITY more than just an old wooden ship?
Is DIVERSITY the woman with the big ass hips?
Is DIVERSITY the ability to say it's okay to be gay?
Is DIVERSITY letting the kid sit with you who looks a different way?
Is DIVERSITY seeing through the color of someone's skin?
Is DIVERSITY treating each person as if they were the next of kin?
Is DIVERSITY feeling beautiful no matter who you are?
Is it really DIVERSITY when we all look the same from afar?