I don't see you anymore,
but I feel you in all the places I go.

I don't hear you anymore,
and I'm forgetting the sound of your voice.

And I miss you, yet I wonder how that can be, because we have yet to truly meet.

(-DF-12/18/16-)

McDonald's not the place
That miserable place,
The place I  work at,

Don't get me wrong,
It puts bread on the table,

This drama that people throw at you,
It's really just poppycock,

The job is too easy,
Just press a button,

like the easy button
Wish I had a mute button
So I can silence the clicking of these buttons..

-Paul R Hensley |||

Once, I fell for a traveler
whose eyes sought the beautiful.
But even those who were simply mundane
didn't even have to worry a thing,
for he always saw the best within.

Never have I ever been a destination.
More like ruins that give the illusion
that abandon could exhibit beauty.
But his map was never way too full
for more pushpins on places he'd rule
with polaroid films and blank canvasses,
that only his eyes and hands can caress.

But little did I know that he was
more on an adventure than just a petty tour.
That when time came for him to move on,
I'm sure I forgot, here wasn't his home.

At least, in the roster, I exist.
One of the places he chose to visit.

I dream of cities I have never been to,
And I dream of faces I have never seen.
I dream of memories I've never made,
And I dream of words I have never heard.
I dream of feelings I've never felt,
And I dream of foods I've never tasted.

I dream of adventures I've never had,
And I dream of you.

in a city of shifting faces
we become forgetful about life in different places
succumbed to a world within a world.
construction and history
poverty and misogyny;
the city is lost within me and i am lost within the city

we all suffer the internal blackholes of everyday life

in a city of anonymous faces,
we take no notice
succumbed to a world within a world where only our world matters
and we wonder what's for lunch whilst thousands live homeless and the irony of wondering why so many go hungry
in a city of greed

consumers consumed by consumerist propaganda

all the shifting faces we walk past on a daily basis
bigots, fascists, racists
and we are wrapped up
too engulfed by our own lives to care about others
but selflessness is only selfless if not done for self, but i was told
"no good deed goes unpunished"
but we should do good anyway
because in a city of shifting faces
be the face-shifter who stops turning pages and pauses --
take in the scenery
and be alive for every moment;
it is okay to be a passer-by in a city of nameless strangers
but never in your own life

I live on a tiny blue dot
This is Earth
The place I call home

On this blue dot
I took my first steps
I said my first words
I told my first lie
I had my first panic attack

Not much
that I have done
has changed anything
I can be easily thrown away

Nobody would notice
I’m nothing of importance

Just another being on this blue dot
I was born one day
like how I will die on another

Just like everyone else

People tell me
I will do great things,

They say I can,
But how can that be true
If it isn’t for anyone else

I walk this earth
I breathe this air
And just like everyone else
I’ll die here too

I am not special
You are not special
We are not special
Nobody is special

But
You can change that
If you know and believe that you can make the difference
The one needed
Then you will
One way or another

But you must prove that you can
Or you will go unnoticed as another one of
Society’s puppets

You need to prove yourself

You must show everyone that you are what you want to be
If you want to be important
Then prove to everyone that you can be

Because you will never be anything
If
You don’t show who you are

Don’t follow the crowd
Show everyone the person you can be
Rather than the person they want you to be

The greatness that is inside of you
will never be seen
If you are as everyone else

Otherwise,
You are nothing but a mere shadow on the wall
Going unnoticed

Observing those who show their brilliance
Only wishing
To be more like them
To have the bravery to differentiate from the ordinary

However you don’t need courage
You just need to know what you want

Do you want to stay in the background
or
Do you want to shine in the spotlight?

This is the question that all the great must ask themselves
This is the moment where you decide
if you want to move forward in life

This isn’t a matter of if you can or cannot
Because as long as you believe
You will achieve anything and everything
Regardless of your abilities or disabilities

Everyone on this earth has a place
Whether you think this or not
It’s true

Everyone has a spot reserved for them
This is what I’d like to call destiny
The place where you are supposed to go
There isn’t a specific pathway there
It’s just a preset goal for you to achieve.

So if you believe you are destined to be great
Then you are
If you don’t
Then thats a shame

“Seeing is believing”
Yeah right
If you want to see a good future for yourself
Then you need to believe in it
Otherwise you won’t see

What you want
Will never come

Show that you are here
Find your place
Shout at the top of your lungs
“I am here!”
Because you are on this earth for a reason

You must find your spot

So,
“Where am you in this world?”
And
“Where do you want to be?”

In the middle of nowhere
is where I'd like to be,
clouds for a roof,
enveloped by trees,
driving into infinity
far, far away
from everyone and everything,
fleeing the persecution
of my mind,
here at least I know
my only purpose
is to breathe
and I shall write thoughtless verses
take me somewhere thoughts
cease to be.

You just left on a jet plane,
now the boys are back in town.
I've come down with a sickness,
but they still want me around.
          I don't wanna leave my couch
          and I don't wanna go downtown.
'Cuz without your face, this place is just overplayed.
Just wanna turn the volume all the way down.

I've been wandering old streets,
seeing all the oldest faces
in the places where we'd meet.
When they ask about you, I can't face them.

Now I've looped around this town
about a million ******* times.
Old group's predictable. Those clowns
still have the time of their life.

You're off to better things.
Hope Sacramento's ******* awesome.
Your absence here still stings,
and the radio here's still just awful.

I'm still hooked on old feelings
I was born to not outrun.
I wish I could stop believing
that the past was just more fun.
          I don't Journey off my couch.
         And I'm a Foreigner downtown.
Now I'm broadcasting doubt and my town is played out.
          I wanna drown the volume out.

I've been haunting same old bars,
seeing all the same old comrades,
between same sidewalks and same stars.
They never left and that makes me feel bad.

Now you've been gone 6 months,
and you might never come back.
If I hear "Sweet Home Alabama"
one more time, I'll ******* crack.

You're off to better things.
Hope Sacramento's ******* awesome.
Your absence here still stings.
And the radio's still ******* awful.