Photograph

“Good people and good times, mistakes and hard feelings poured from a shoe box”
-Peter Morris, “Pictures of You”

Every few years you wake me up.
Digging round the closet, I’m here
Left of the skeletons and Albequerque.

I don’t know why you bother
You suffer when you see me.
Like a Catholic grieving his religion.
How do you think that makes me feel?

I always have a smile when I see you
We reminisce about old jokes, the times man.
Those were some damn good times.

You smile and laugh about back then, but
It’s ruined with that morose grin. Bittersweet Blue.
Then you put your hand on my shoulder,
And you lead me back to my shoe box,
Then you decide it’s okay that I stay awhile more.

A memento of times come and past.
A memory put under glass, I’m here
Watching you, watching me, watching you
Just a smile upon a photograph of two.

Just Can't Recall

In my fitful sleep I twist and turn.
My dreams simmer as my soul burns.
Strange things appear in this stew.
Fictions, and tangents, and sometimes you.
I don't know what to make of this.
If I can just remember what I dreamed.

Morning showers cleanse everything from my mind.
Washing away those worries of mine.
Preparing me to face the daily grind.
And I go and I go once again.
But only after breakfast.
I wash down last night.
With a coffee and a bite.
And I go and I go once again.
I'd kill for some bacon.
But that wouldn't help at all.
In a mad dash to make roll call.

Five minutes left, I gotta run.
I go and I go again.

I snatch my bag. I check my notes.
Flip the pages, see what I wrote.
Did I have homework due?
Well, it's completed, that much is true.
If I can just remember what I dreamed.
My mornings would be complete.

The Meanderin' Song

So she's a thief and I'm a liar.
There was a girl who stole a heart.
My words are as beautiful as she was at the start.

So what do I do now?
Since we're done and parted ways?
And I've gone across the ocean.
Just to fill my empty days.

But it's not that easy.
Not that easy.

Because I only live in fictions.
Where my lies tell the truth.
The name of this affliction.
Is my fallacy of youth.

So the spider spins his web.
Regardless whether if it fails.
Because of an off-chance success.
I'll continue with my tales.

Intentions

I'm not smart enough to juggle women.

I'm smart enough to know not to try.

The boys at the bar say I'm a bit of a coward.

I simply don't want to see her cry.

I'd fight- I'd bribe trying to be with you.

I started out with the best intentions.

I'd lie, I'd try, I'll fry for you.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Thoughts On...2010

Holy crap in a hat it's twenty-ten, and you know what? Yeah, me neither... Anyway I've been thinking about New Years resolutions. I thought about taking the old school route and diet and exercise but seriously who actually goes through with that? Not me at least. I also pondered the "Yes Man" approach to all of it. I didn't ponder it long, my friends would have too much fun, and Zoey Deschanel wouldn't be in that version, heh. In the end I acted like I had a gambling problem and covered all my bases; I went with simply improve myself. Yeah lame I know, but I resolved to "be better". "Alex Wei: Better than Good" has a nice ring to it doesn't it?

Well Lads and Ladies good luck with your own resolutions. So lets take this January and make the most of this New Year, eh? eh? Cheers!