When Michael Jackson was still black

 

The air was still
The room was dark
it was a test of will
no sound until the mark

Everyone thought it strange
no one could tell
but then the lights flashed on
and the colors mixed as well

We shot back in time
when it was fun to get caught dancing
no one cared if you looked like a fool
behold the pop king was still cool

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What I really do at work




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Seeing someone stop living
Is not a thing I'd like to see
Not my idea of a great time
Not when I'm looking at the mirror

The blood stops flowing
the air stops blowing
through your body
and your soul
through everything
that was ever whole

Who do you really want to be
When all you ever see
is the nothingness of you and me

Its a dead end
its a closed book
the wound that never heals
the skin you couldn't peel

I say hello you say it back
and the world opens up
all the meaning I've been looking for
all laid out on the floor

Its funny now that i look back
the things I did to stab my back
what was I looking for?
I forgot what I was in for

Who do you really want to be
when all that you can't be
is the nothingness of being me

I am resolved
I have decided
I have strength
I have motivation
To fix the broken parts
and call the right people

Yet i lift my wrist and it tells me
its too late, and all I see
the pictures fade into nothing
replaced by memories not mine

What do we really want to see
when all there is to see
is the nothingness of you and me

V is for

Vengeance
Vehemence
Vegetative state
Vindication
Vested interest
Voice out your anger and hate
Vexed at myself
Asian homicide