do you know me

do you know me at all

I asked if you loved me

and their eyes began to fall.

“No darling, I don’t

we have nothing left to say

there’s nothing about you

that we share the same.”

Oh what a blessing I’ve been debating it so

I wanted to leave you

but felt like to hell I would go.

So here’s my goodbye

I can;t even cry

because from the second I hit

I knew you were a miss.

the color has faded

from the once rosy garden

I tried to plant it

but the dirt asked me

to beg its pardon.

“Please don’t spoil me

I’m soil you know,

my grains have dried

and there’s no water, only snow.”

when the weather around you

allows nothing to grow

the color fades

and life sits real low

(via streetetiquette)

I’ve been thinking of you

on my most sad days

I’ve been trying to drown myself

been trying continue this daze

but I can’t stop looking at you

I want to see your smile

I’ve been finding your face

in every other mile.

Can’t you come back to me

we can run away so slow

the only thing to live for

is knowing that we’d go.

There’s a storm out there

it’s blowing too hard

the wet that surrounds me

has got into my scars

oh wounded brother, save me now

I have called for a demon

not the men that would bow

so look on from this life

stay away from the light

I got time to think

it’ll happen in a blink.

There’s death in my eyes

but I pretend to smile

I saw the film of here lies

the man, well, they spoke vile

but listen dear

and listen well

I can’t take the blame

from your wishing well

You’ve called for me

you’ve called real great

but the death in my eyes

has caused me to hate.

So smile on young darling in fact

because after my death

there’s time to turn back

(via streetetiquette)

I haven’t given a review in a while, well beside the reviews and rants I place on life most times. Well I have been fully commited to my new obsession of mad men; Don Draper, Pete Cambell, Peggy Olson, the list goes on… along with the colorful stories. The show draws you in with an unmarked man walking into his office of blocks and whiskey, the music draws us on the downward spiral of women, booze, women, sex, family and ads. How can one not be intrigued by the blinding truth of consumerism? I couldn’t take my ears off the voices of the agency, the wardrobe takes me back to a place I wish I once was. Matthew Weiner produced the show at times writing an episode. You know the thing that keeps me interested though, not Don Draper and has ability to pull women as easily as he does clients; the fact that every episode has a different writer and director. Yet, every episode flows nicely as if all these people’s minds have been poured into a perfectly mixed drink. Whether your choice be gin or whiskey, this show exaggerates the warmth of the booze sliding down your razor throat hoping that the truth of matters will not be thrown up in your face. I am currently catching up on the seasons, not to be confused witha devoted fan from the beginning, but I have put in my time. I now have dreams of the agency, calling forth all my dreamsicle powers to touch Draper just one time, slide my pefrctly supple fingertips on the sides of his drunken face. Watching the show gives me inspiration and hope for my future, although I am 20 years old I can be in a position to marry a partner…right? I’m only kidding, at 20 I envy the life that Peggy leads, of course. She is strong willed in a man’s world, time’s have changed since the 1960’s but not entirely. A man may still walk around with his head held high never accomplishing more than a pat on the back and a nice pair of shoes., While a woman must hold her head high hoping that one of these men will notice her, listen to her, actually see her mind not her breasts. I struggle with my appearance everyday, which is something I felt I had in common with Peegy at the beginning, but as time went on and her responsibility became greater her blouses became cuter as her skirts became tighter. Not for a hope that one of the men would find her attractive because she felt that she deserved to be looked at just as Miss Halloway. Oh I need to get these people out of my head, but as I work at the front desk of one of the biggest sports entertainment offices, still see the way they look at a lowly receptionist and assistants to executives. Watching Mad men has inspired me not by the way they dress but  the way women act, if you want something go for it. Mad Men gives an inside look at the ad agency in an era of fast times and heavy drinking, I will continue to watch for inspiration and and clues as to what will come of new seasons to come, which I hope is as plentiful as the drinks poured. Long Live Mad Men!!

I’ve imagined you here

and always, your there

believe me dear child 

they’d all love you bare 

but show your soul 

not your heart that melts 

men will look at you 

not a notch in their belt.. 

So shy on young girl 

and think to the world 

because when she thinks of you clear 

its for the world that she fears. 

I say let’s party

while you do not

I said I’m God-y

while you on tha block

take a sip

and cheers to me

get a grip

we living free

Once upon one wreched beat

they got together

to let it be

they asked why God

do all them applaud

“oh yeah I’m great”

said the big black men

they’d never know I was a fake

let them believe I’m a ten

so let’s make music

and drink real slow

they’ll look down upon us

while we lay on the flo’