Thursday, October 8, 2009

Paint It Red

Paint It Red
By: Tyler Ross

Trying to contain myself
I find most are lying
What am I doing here?
I’ve got to get back
To a place of structure
I’m not limited
Nor do I feel the drag
Until the light goes out

Night comes a fall
Hang ups and disconnection
Bouncing off the fucking wall

I can’t get my head straight
I’m pulling weight
Disbelieving so called fate
Chance, the word of direction
No more cop outs
Take charge
My true confession

Night comes a fall
Hang ups and disconnection
Bouncing off the fucking wall

This life leads to nothing
I’ve got to make it something
Not going to wait
Or procrastinate
Gambling on a heaven gate

Paint it red
I’ll paint noise too
This world is empty
I’ll make the most
By repainting you

Paint it red
Last wish fed
Counting backward
A misled mission
We all die alone instead

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Sentimental Smile

Sentimental Smile
By: Tyler Ross

...I laid my head back against a familiar pillow and reflected, but one thought persisted. A thought of forgotten words. A forgotten feeling. Something was missing. This one thought persisting. A light bulb clicked. I left my smile with you. Please hold on to it. For you are the one it picked. Love always runs thick. With you, love always runs thick.

Life Will Let Go, But Don’t Let It Keep You Low

Life Will Let Go, But Don’t Let It Keep You Low
By: Tyler Ross

I thought I was fulfilled until I met her
No matter my position, I yearned for her
Struggling to grasp her leaving me alone
I now can close my eyes smiling about long ago
Please be happy where ever you may travel
With rain or shine, life is more than a path of gravel
A direction of chance we all choose where we go
Life is what we make of it
In the end, it’s what you were able to show
Life, don’t ever let it keep you low

Reaching Out

Reaching Out
By: Tyler Ross

The pain has got me down again
I could really use a hand or a friend
The way I’m treated makes no sense
I feel I’m slipping in

Your attitude is a one way street
Reaching out brings me to defeat
Holding back makes no sense
From you I walked away

One hand washes the other and that’s a fact
When the roles are reversed, let’s see how you act
Questionable, the fairness you prove
Not giving in. I won’t give in
There’s nothing more to lose
Nothing more to lose

The search is over
The search is over
The party has come to a stop
What you give out is what you’ll receive
Now you know why I chose to leave

Basic guidelines but different time lines
We all know that’s true
Once you walked away, I knew I was through
Reaching out

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Bicycle Ride

Bicycle Ride
By: Tyler Ross

Unlocked and we were ready. The jump-off the block onto the sidewalk headed for the city so steady. I concentrated, as the wheels rotated simultaneously devouring the road pre-sweaty. Fascinated by a whole new perspective, twelve speeding over uneven earth. All the worth as wind combined with the sun against my skin chasing my destination. More alive in complete fascination, redefining travel is this beneficial man-made invention. Go green, the Mother Nature spokespeople’s representation. Saving my pennies, getting exercise, not to mention the extension to new conversations and the attention. Adventures vary from short trips to metro link University stays to entertainment wishes and other opportunities for independent choices to be made. Sometimes, we are late, but it's never important when rolling on twos escaping traffic’s terrible time of wasted dates. We ride as one through diverse habitats, cities, towns, or the coast just exploring new ways to encounter fun. We ride as one.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Human Perception

Human Perception
By: Tyler Ross

These hands, these foundation providers for touch
Conducting a craft learned and practiced within a life
Clutch with purpose and an ache to excel
Eyes, these eyes that transfer light to see
Judgment makers derived from images arrayed consciously
Guidance and decision producers determining a reality
These ears, sound collectors and enablers to hear
Balanced from the start and sensitive no matter near or far
Pressure assemblers frequently assisting everywhere we are
This scent, this arrangement of assorted smells
Warning signs or distinctive indicators to infinite aromas
Pleasant or repulsive hints helpful in developing a direction
This mouth, this entrance to a muscle capable of taste
Buds of electric exploders established to embrace flavor
Internal and external aptitude and advantages for not wasting such gifts at all

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Academia

Academia
By: Tyler Ross

We study
We break
We grow essentially from the fake
Faces are met
Faces come together
Faces tend to make the experience better
Professor’s teach
Professor’s inform us to reach
Professor’s help shape our readiness in careers we seek
We focus
We can be tardy
We enjoy different ways to party
Goals are set
Goals can change
Goals to graduate range in this day and age
We shine
We get lost in line
We can make the most out of our time