Undercover Fraud
By: Tyler Ross
It’s how you word it or how you think aloud
We don’t have time to think we’re headed for some clouds
Your faith is based upon fear
A fear of death because the man is never here
As real as the person you see in the mirror
So, tell me who the fuck are you to tell me what is right
Your life lesson plan is from a book of man-created blight
You ask me to believe in someone who doesn’t care
I ask you to look around, chaos is always in the air
We shunned him for logical ways of thought
Never going back to the world’s favorite theatrical prop
Stop trying to preach your hopeless fantasies
When my world ends, no one will point a finger at me
Instead of placing blame, worry about yourself
So quick to judge those who care to think for themselves
Religion is lazy with every answer given to God
We’ve been lead by a con
Undercover as a fraud
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Departing Text
Departing Text
By: Tyler Ross
I call this growing up
Owning up and learning from my mistakes
You used to be what I wanted
You used to be what I respected
I’m sorry, this isn’t working out
A new perspective to spare the hurt
I value our experiences, but this is the end
All these talks, the visits, to calling you a friend
The more I feel neglected
The easier it is to understand these real colors
Resending my cancellation connection
I’m fine with terminating such a beautiful face
In this day in age, what was real
To leaving you at a memorable place
Where my joys lied upon night-ending smiles
Hour long chats and letters traveling from miles
A man of effort, persistence for a vicinity I wasn’t in
Nor did I over pursue and pressure, but do my best from within
This all has dissipated and the control isn’t mine
Therefore, I need to save face
Erasing this confusion and state I am in
Remembering the times I’ve been fortunate to receive
Change my direction because I used to believe
You would never treat me poorly
You would never choose to ignore
No credit given, no friendship to even unfold
How can I compete with a one per race?
While you only come to me like an acquaintance
An acquaintance, now so expendable, you are choosing to replace
With something or someone who treats you less than the best
We all know how you are treated, but this is your conquest
Some times to save yourself
You leave with those reminiscences of when everything was superlative
And I’m glad I met you
I’m proud what was created
But more surprised this is it
By: Tyler Ross
I call this growing up
Owning up and learning from my mistakes
You used to be what I wanted
You used to be what I respected
I’m sorry, this isn’t working out
A new perspective to spare the hurt
I value our experiences, but this is the end
All these talks, the visits, to calling you a friend
The more I feel neglected
The easier it is to understand these real colors
Resending my cancellation connection
I’m fine with terminating such a beautiful face
In this day in age, what was real
To leaving you at a memorable place
Where my joys lied upon night-ending smiles
Hour long chats and letters traveling from miles
A man of effort, persistence for a vicinity I wasn’t in
Nor did I over pursue and pressure, but do my best from within
This all has dissipated and the control isn’t mine
Therefore, I need to save face
Erasing this confusion and state I am in
Remembering the times I’ve been fortunate to receive
Change my direction because I used to believe
You would never treat me poorly
You would never choose to ignore
No credit given, no friendship to even unfold
How can I compete with a one per race?
While you only come to me like an acquaintance
An acquaintance, now so expendable, you are choosing to replace
With something or someone who treats you less than the best
We all know how you are treated, but this is your conquest
Some times to save yourself
You leave with those reminiscences of when everything was superlative
And I’m glad I met you
I’m proud what was created
But more surprised this is it
Thursday, September 10, 2009
This Is Me
This Is Me
By: Tyler Ross
Resort back and ask myself
Did they really mean a thing?
Great questions support my experiences
But the challenges still proceed
Head cases, strange places, and odd feelings not for me
I struggled more being myself not changing anything
For this is me
Doing favors for myself
Moving on sets me free
This is me
You get what you give
No respect, c’est la vie
This is me
Never stressing over those
Who won’t give their time
This is me
Life’s what you make of it
So simple with an equal mind
Second chances and I doubted myself
Was this really fair to me?
Being honest and loyal to those
While backs turned 180 degrees
Wasted time, closed my mind, and gave my heart away
It’s safe to say, I came to play and learned from my mistakes
For this is me
Doing favors for myself
Moving on sets me free
This is me
You get what you give
No respect, c’est la vie
This is me
Never stressing over those
Who won’t give their time
This is me
Life’s what you make of it
So simple with an equal mind
No tolerance for talk
Let all actions speak
This is me
No respect, c’est la vie
By: Tyler Ross
Resort back and ask myself
Did they really mean a thing?
Great questions support my experiences
But the challenges still proceed
Head cases, strange places, and odd feelings not for me
I struggled more being myself not changing anything
For this is me
Doing favors for myself
Moving on sets me free
This is me
You get what you give
No respect, c’est la vie
This is me
Never stressing over those
Who won’t give their time
This is me
Life’s what you make of it
So simple with an equal mind
Second chances and I doubted myself
Was this really fair to me?
Being honest and loyal to those
While backs turned 180 degrees
Wasted time, closed my mind, and gave my heart away
It’s safe to say, I came to play and learned from my mistakes
For this is me
Doing favors for myself
Moving on sets me free
This is me
You get what you give
No respect, c’est la vie
This is me
Never stressing over those
Who won’t give their time
This is me
Life’s what you make of it
So simple with an equal mind
No tolerance for talk
Let all actions speak
This is me
No respect, c’est la vie
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
This Old Town
This Old Town
By: Tyler Ross
time is lost as I remember
the purple glare over the horizon
where have the good souls gone?
this place I no longer care for or belong
haunting my dreams day after day
the texture in my touch
when I'm led against the wall
my clock of time is always broken
the voice so pure cracks when I call
this is the story I didn't want to tell
being pushed out of the world I once knew so well
I wander while I wait and wonder if this is hell
please take me away from this reality
my vivid dreams make more sense
I want to scratch the surface
as soon as teeth fade from the last smile
it's far too intense
please show me something real for a while
*another old write from the past*
By: Tyler Ross
time is lost as I remember
the purple glare over the horizon
where have the good souls gone?
this place I no longer care for or belong
haunting my dreams day after day
the texture in my touch
when I'm led against the wall
my clock of time is always broken
the voice so pure cracks when I call
this is the story I didn't want to tell
being pushed out of the world I once knew so well
I wander while I wait and wonder if this is hell
please take me away from this reality
my vivid dreams make more sense
I want to scratch the surface
as soon as teeth fade from the last smile
it's far too intense
please show me something real for a while
*another old write from the past*
A Risk For Standing In Line
A Risk For Standing In Line
By: Tyler Ross
sometimes when I look outside
my life seems all so plain
I live a lonely life
in a world viewing the rain
the window's turning black
and losing all its use
where I used to sit
and reflect my own youth
promises to keep
but failure fell right through
in your world of ignorance
passing on the true
not so special when standing in line
I thought I was important
but all was a lie
a knight in shining armor
but you don't know what that means
you keep multiples for
each and every thing
cancel all your appointments
or lose the (one) chance you got
you stuck with a mind of greed
just to throw away my spot
my heads down
sinking less than yesterday
it hurts so much
from the words that I say
more than a loser
I'm the worst pick in history
a smile and a heart
but no chance for me
hungry and lost
love becomes a myth
I don't have any recognition
what's my gift?
what does it take
to catch your eyes?
a lifestyle of looks, trends, and quick replies
a knight in shining armor
but you don't know what that means
you keep multiples for
each and every thing
cancel all your appointments
or lose the (one) chance you got
you stuck with a mind of greed
just to throw away my spot
*an old poem of mine from a few years ago, I stumbled upon.
By: Tyler Ross
sometimes when I look outside
my life seems all so plain
I live a lonely life
in a world viewing the rain
the window's turning black
and losing all its use
where I used to sit
and reflect my own youth
promises to keep
but failure fell right through
in your world of ignorance
passing on the true
not so special when standing in line
I thought I was important
but all was a lie
a knight in shining armor
but you don't know what that means
you keep multiples for
each and every thing
cancel all your appointments
or lose the (one) chance you got
you stuck with a mind of greed
just to throw away my spot
my heads down
sinking less than yesterday
it hurts so much
from the words that I say
more than a loser
I'm the worst pick in history
a smile and a heart
but no chance for me
hungry and lost
love becomes a myth
I don't have any recognition
what's my gift?
what does it take
to catch your eyes?
a lifestyle of looks, trends, and quick replies
a knight in shining armor
but you don't know what that means
you keep multiples for
each and every thing
cancel all your appointments
or lose the (one) chance you got
you stuck with a mind of greed
just to throw away my spot
*an old poem of mine from a few years ago, I stumbled upon.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Quote of the Month
[QUOTE]
"You can be golden like the summer, but seasons change, eventually summer returns again." (Tyler Ross)
"You can be golden like the summer, but seasons change, eventually summer returns again." (Tyler Ross)
Interlude (Existence)
[An insight on Life] "We are all born to expire. It's unfortunate to those who are disconnected so quickly from our time line and are unable to experience the longevity many live to foresee. We must reflect and embrace the memories by cherishing the times we received constantly with a positive mind state." (Tyler Ross)
Whole Made Deception
Whole Made Deception
By: Tyler Ross
Its been 24 years and I can say I’m still pointing fingers. You can call me an asshole, but at least I’m real. Do you feel? Always in the defense when your offense has let you down. Too many flaws to let go. Laziness usually tends to show. I can’t help, but present what I’ve always been shown. The honest lie far from the in between. The common connection amongst a peer to peer scene. I may be blunt and I may not know your intentions, but the facts are facts with your whole made deception. You’d lead in the wrong direction to save yourself from a true confession. The bushes are high because you’ve collected enough cover. A whole made deception. Only truth keeps those from guessing. You stand perfect in mind, while you destroy another time after time. How do you sleep at night? When you believe you’ve done everything right. You forget you’re not the only one on this planet. Your selfish ways, I can’t stand it. Smash the fake. You misleading snakes. You only care for yourself. Smash the fake. You can’t relate. When everyone is gone, will you wake? Hide behind your technology. Your silenced mouth keeps on helping me. Play the distant card and you will see. I can only assume you are over me, thankfully. No words will set me free.
By: Tyler Ross
Its been 24 years and I can say I’m still pointing fingers. You can call me an asshole, but at least I’m real. Do you feel? Always in the defense when your offense has let you down. Too many flaws to let go. Laziness usually tends to show. I can’t help, but present what I’ve always been shown. The honest lie far from the in between. The common connection amongst a peer to peer scene. I may be blunt and I may not know your intentions, but the facts are facts with your whole made deception. You’d lead in the wrong direction to save yourself from a true confession. The bushes are high because you’ve collected enough cover. A whole made deception. Only truth keeps those from guessing. You stand perfect in mind, while you destroy another time after time. How do you sleep at night? When you believe you’ve done everything right. You forget you’re not the only one on this planet. Your selfish ways, I can’t stand it. Smash the fake. You misleading snakes. You only care for yourself. Smash the fake. You can’t relate. When everyone is gone, will you wake? Hide behind your technology. Your silenced mouth keeps on helping me. Play the distant card and you will see. I can only assume you are over me, thankfully. No words will set me free.
Low Mates No Thanks (No Place Like Home)
Low Mates No Thanks (No Place Like Home)
By: Tyler Ross
Caged with one ear to the door
Suffocation from the ceiling to the floor
Cautious on the verge to feed
Inconsiderate for a circle of surroundings
Need is simple although no reciprocation
Limitation are the hands that bind
Free mind consumed by a short time
Repetition like clock work
Cleanliness rotten to the mess
Best days are outside the walls
No noise standing strong keeping poise
Rest can be a tough conquest
Delight happens in sections of random polite
No spite toward the environment
Questioning a very soon retirement
Solo or a place for two
One day closer to something new
By: Tyler Ross
Caged with one ear to the door
Suffocation from the ceiling to the floor
Cautious on the verge to feed
Inconsiderate for a circle of surroundings
Need is simple although no reciprocation
Limitation are the hands that bind
Free mind consumed by a short time
Repetition like clock work
Cleanliness rotten to the mess
Best days are outside the walls
No noise standing strong keeping poise
Rest can be a tough conquest
Delight happens in sections of random polite
No spite toward the environment
Questioning a very soon retirement
Solo or a place for two
One day closer to something new
Sunday, September 6, 2009
My Gift, This Curse
My Gift, This Curse
By: Tyler Ross
My thoughts aren’t behind me
I hold those important to myself
And when it’s time to embrace them
I grow deeper in declining health
SAVE!
Wake up in sweat, it’s time to exhale now
Where am I? Where have you gone?
Ideal thinking keeps on dragging me down
I miss you, although you’re not here
These dreams turn to nightmares
I feel I’ve lost you now
Take warning, my gift this curse
My troubles cannot be forgotten
I cling to the shores
I feel the distance behind me
When I picture my life away from yours
STAY!
Wake up in sweat, it’s time to exhale now
Where am I? Where have you gone?
Reaching out doesn’t feel like anything in return
I miss you, although you’re not here
These dreams turn to nightmares
I feel I’ve lost you now
Repeated journey, my gift this curse
I do believe this is not for me
The way we used to be has given me many memories
Today, you are now free
No more stress and feeling a mess
I can finally breathe
These dream turn to fantasies
Nothing now will hold me back
From knowing and avoiding, my gift this curse
By: Tyler Ross
My thoughts aren’t behind me
I hold those important to myself
And when it’s time to embrace them
I grow deeper in declining health
SAVE!
Wake up in sweat, it’s time to exhale now
Where am I? Where have you gone?
Ideal thinking keeps on dragging me down
I miss you, although you’re not here
These dreams turn to nightmares
I feel I’ve lost you now
Take warning, my gift this curse
My troubles cannot be forgotten
I cling to the shores
I feel the distance behind me
When I picture my life away from yours
STAY!
Wake up in sweat, it’s time to exhale now
Where am I? Where have you gone?
Reaching out doesn’t feel like anything in return
I miss you, although you’re not here
These dreams turn to nightmares
I feel I’ve lost you now
Repeated journey, my gift this curse
I do believe this is not for me
The way we used to be has given me many memories
Today, you are now free
No more stress and feeling a mess
I can finally breathe
These dream turn to fantasies
Nothing now will hold me back
From knowing and avoiding, my gift this curse
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Dark's Design
Dark’s Design
By: Tyler Ross
Some times it’s black and blue
Everyday I yearn for something new
To keep me from worrying about
All the silence, I want to scream and shout
It kills me to have to compromise
Then, I’m surrounded in my own lies
It gets me every time
Stuck inside when I’m outside and fine
A balance beam now stands
Idol, where a gymnast used to land
At the center, I stood for it all
Waited and waited, but no sense came a call
Time is all we ever need
A flower like mine trying to grow from the weeds
It gets me every time
Searching for light in dark’s design
I rare key to a rare keyhole
Frankly, I feel you can’t treat me equal
I’m just there to drain the hour
But when we’re finished
All my lights lose there power
No more show; was there a moving on? A final scene for everyone.
Curtains down, and the cast is out
To answer any questions leaving no doubt
I seek the strength bestowed in you
You ended up walking away
Searching for light in dark’s design
With this I’m still not okay
Now, everyone is gone
By: Tyler Ross
Some times it’s black and blue
Everyday I yearn for something new
To keep me from worrying about
All the silence, I want to scream and shout
It kills me to have to compromise
Then, I’m surrounded in my own lies
It gets me every time
Stuck inside when I’m outside and fine
A balance beam now stands
Idol, where a gymnast used to land
At the center, I stood for it all
Waited and waited, but no sense came a call
Time is all we ever need
A flower like mine trying to grow from the weeds
It gets me every time
Searching for light in dark’s design
I rare key to a rare keyhole
Frankly, I feel you can’t treat me equal
I’m just there to drain the hour
But when we’re finished
All my lights lose there power
No more show; was there a moving on? A final scene for everyone.
Curtains down, and the cast is out
To answer any questions leaving no doubt
I seek the strength bestowed in you
You ended up walking away
Searching for light in dark’s design
With this I’m still not okay
Now, everyone is gone
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