Bored Poets

Comes the day I admit I am bored beyond belief

I have tried eating andĀ  I have tried sleep

I have tried climbing up the stairs up and down

I have tried imagining myself as part hero part clown

I have tried numbing myself with caffeine and tea

I have tried to amuse myself with mirthful memory

I have tried writing poetry and nothing came out

I used to be talented now all I do is doubt

I have listened to music supplied straight to my head

Barely half the day has passed but I long for my bed

Napping in the afternoon with juice to sip

But I must stay awake at my watch lest I slip

Boredom comes in and boredom goes around

Shadows point to the existence of light profound

While we slowly watch the clock tick tockĀ  on and on

Hours turn to days to months to years forever gone

Princes of Hollywood

And we are princes
Of holly wood
We save the world in the end
We do it like we should

We are sweet to look at darling
We try to be cool
But if you cross the line sugarpie
We are no fool we swear

And we are just princes
Princes of Hollywood
We kill the bad guy to get the girl
As only we could

Princes princes of Hollywood
You could be lucky charm tonight
My piece My wand

I want to touch wood

We are just princes
Trying to be cool as Hollywood
Manifest our destiny
In front of your eyes we would

Say hello to the Princes
Princes of Hollywood

It’s Paris

In Paris, we met under a cafe

Sipping wine under the trees

Laughing at the light blue sky

The music putting at ease

In Paris, I had all my friends

I felt it was my destiny

Art and beauty and culture and music

Intertwined with meeting me

In Paris, when we were celebrating life

the bad guys came for a night

But it’s Paris my friends and we never give in

We will always be back for the fight

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move on

you meet good people you have good times
you part ways you say good byes you move on
you meet bad people you have a bad time

you part ways you have bad memories you move on

you have good times you have bad times
you have happy times you have sad times
you are loved by people yet you feel alone at times

you move on and you keep on moving on

move on
because life is a journey
and our karma is more pretty
than the ugly scenes we leave behind