replacements

Id like to think the world is becoming a better place

But my eyesight is not so great so maybe Ive been blurring the details.

I can smell the gasoline

But as long as I cant see the sparks who am I to complain

So I will just get comfortable as to not disturb and not make a fuss because although the skies looking a lot less atmospheric and whole lot more tenebrous

Ive got an ipad

health insurance

blue ray

central heating
and first amendment rights so who am I to complain?

Maybe theyre shipping our boys away like Japanese Urban Outfitter Sweater vests and maybe theyre telling us windpower comes before nuclear arms when it doesn’t really matter because ive got standardized tests to prep for

When would I have time to watch 7 o clock news?

And we are too focused on the fact that ,that one girl from High School musical is in rehabilitation and Harry Potter reviews than the fact that were still testing on animals and blurring the nutrition labels.

But why should I do anything? I’ve got English homework and a seven hour starbucks shift I don’t have time to save the world

Who do you think we are captain planet?

Weve only been her seventeen years polluting the air with our range rovers and paris Hilton accessory products. Why should we do anything.

I mean the worlds not too bad if we squint our eyes and blur the lines right

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all think like that.

Being naive would be so delightful in a place so spotted with disaster

Is it harder though to avoid the conflict with the universe, or harder to tell ourselves its all okay and walk past it? Cuz at some point we learned to blur our eyes and everyone became ghosts instead of people and we decided it was better to not take responsibility and let the ghosts do the talking

tomorrow brings strange things

I am tired of being asked about my faith

Im sick of being told I need to believe in something

But you wanna know what I believe?

I belive that some how we all ended up here and were stuck.

I believe in hot summer days and closing yours eyes so as not to see the blood then maybe it wont hurt

I believe in running cold toes against the heater vent and wrapping your fingers into someone elses

I don’t need a buddah sidhartha god jesus mary or joseph to tell me what faith is

My faith is in the ten fingers I have because that’s the only thing I can count on and make me move forward fom the pressure from society to brush my hair and write an essay that says my lifes so hard but someone I found time to get a’s in chemistry.

My faith is in every single dad apologizing to his daughter because he cant tie a pony tail and hes late for work ask your sister to make breakfast.

I don’t need a chapel and bible to tell me I'm no good at life

I don’t need a string of roseary to guide me to safety after death

I need a well padded coffin and properly manured soil to settle it in.

I am tired of being asked about my faith.

Not BECAUSE its between me and god not because I don’t have any its because if we all had real faith we would find it in ourselves not in a book tucked behind a wooden pillar

We would lead ourselves and breathe and not worry about why the hell were suppose to wake up in the morning.

We would have faith in the grassy lines on our palms that feel our hearts beating when placed on our chest when were stuttering to the republic under god in the united states of America.

We would pledge allegiance to the sky and moon and ourselves. Wheres that book?

peaches..this is for you

Shes hard to impress cuz shes already seen the sun set and its hard to beat that

Shes the sweetest tea I know and scatters bits of happiness in a trail that maybe someone will find her. But im thinkin the birds might be eating the crumbs cuz no bodys found the path.

Shes Got ahead full of awful things but this towns so small they practical can look into your ears peek into your brain and see all those nasty things

Keep it shut

She puts a twisted twig behind her ear and tucks it beneath her hair to say I stick to the roots and ground myself so when I sleep the stem can grow into my pillow and all the scary things will be blocked out behind my big blooming branches.

But she cant.Shes got something stuntin that growth Cuz theres a hole in her where her heart fell out when she went scurrying away from those monsters that we learned lived inside of us, not in our closets anymore. Yeah her heart fell out and I tried to look for it mybe I could wrap it up and give it to her

Look I found it

Don’t be scared

No don’t be scared

Just take it

But I DIDN’T find it but want to cuz she needs it and she deserves it and the monsters who made it fall out better not go chasing her again.

This girl is the peaches, soft and bitter all at once. She says she thinks shes moving backwards cuz nothing new ever comes along and makes it all good, And I said hey, I know you’ve got that big old hole for awhile, but if you want I’ll fill it with cocoa and maybe a few bits of that happiness you were scattering and maybe youll be full again and itl be okay.

She said shed like that and sweet tea peaches and I went on walking.

And I told her no more monsters would come running after her ever again.