Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Traffic Light People



Just came up with this! With the analogy that people are like traffic lights...or they should have a light on em! You got your red light people. People you KNOW you shouldn't fuck with but sometimes you do anyway, and the result? BAM you get fucked! Then there are your flashing yellow light people. These people you are unsure of so you proceed with caution and probably the main reason you're proceeding with caution in the first place is because in your life you have experienced a red light person. And then finally a green light person. Someone you know you can trust and know that you gonna be safe with them. IDK just something I was thinkin bout! while I was driving one late night. Here it is:

The drive

Have me thinkin you's a green light and i'm ready to go
just gonna roll through, lookin good, just gonna flow
the light I thought was green is burnin bright red
thinkin to myself, nah I should still just go instead
got me runnin this red light gettin in this collision
shoulda thought it through shoulda made a better decision
now with every new person they be that flashing yellow light
always proceeding with caution, always putting up a fight
the first cut is the deepest, nah it feels like death itself
you got that venom, that tobacco, no good for my health
You was that red light, that no go, i shoulda known it then
But I drove through thinkin it's what shoulda been.
All these lights got me goin crazy now, your face, it stays in my head.
should have stopped when i saw you, shoulda U-turned instead.

That's it! short but yeah. I dig it.

Ha! peace and love
Shane

Months




A poem?song I recently wrote....


Trying to stay focused, trying not to remember
I was the first one you forgot, when you left me in September
You promised me the world, but gave me a mile
You told me wait it out,I knew it would be awhile
Awhile turned in to later, and then into never
you promised you would come back, and see me in December
I knew better, shoulda known you enough
that you played me like a poker game, always on the bluff
I still kept my faith, and always wondered why
you said this time you'll be back, sometime in July
The fireworks came, and you were nowhere to be found
I was starting to forget your voice, don't remember the sound
I kept loving you still, knowing full well-'what a bust'
You lied to me again, said you'd be back in August
The wheather was changing and so was I
Shoulda stuck with my gut and ended this lie
Now im twittling my thumbs, and we're back in September
Sitting here hoping, someday you'll remember.

Til next time...peace & love...
Shane