Unrealistic expectations are a curse
nobody lives up to our high standards
~ a one-way ticket to disappointment
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We stand a few feet from the battering, foaming waves,
they can foretell if hail or rain is coming to scatter us...
as we run for cover to the beach house color rust;
should we wait for those swollen clouds to bust?
To get frightened is to imagine an immediate evacuation,
or even an illusional mirage from deadly hydration;
peacefulness is the narration of unrealistic writers,
not of the cautious fishermen securing their rocking boats!
Any other day along this crowded and vibrant bay all comes alive
with this sweet song, " Be mindful of today, tomorrow is unknown. "
How true it sounds to our ears when notes and voices thrive;
we look beyond this small island: so endless seems the clear horizon!
Storms may come and go, but the scenery remains intact;
people who were born here and built their homes, stay here:
unless they are forced by dire reasons, they'll unwillingly leave:
someone says," My grandad built this house with excessive sweat! "
I'm calling it off...
The years of mending me...
the years of defending you
The wishing that I could be there for you
I'm calling it off...
These years have affected you
Planted you... stay still... try to be true
Now you know what I go through
I'm calling it off...
the years of much regret...
years that I want to forget... forget you
I'm calling it off...
these nights of screaming dreams...
days in which it seems that I'm asleep for days
It's a sad story of a guy that waited like so many times before...
...waited then eventually said, "What the hell for"?
all you did was use use use...
every night that you came to my door
You looked at me with wet eyes and told me you cared...
Shame I never saw them since you were never there
All I ended up being was a fool fool fool
I'm not as habitual as you...
to just walk on people like you're walking on a floor
My feelings are perpetual...
I gave everything in myself to you and more
I guess it's easy when you're beautiful...
no one cares what your words are for...
I guess that describes you in one word... bore
didn’t think that living again
was an option, after having drained
out every last bit like the puss n’ blood
from a zit & the extract dripping down
your once-young face reminds
us all that you’re a fine disgrace
what with your
want for it all to get better &
your
unrealistic demands
on the people around you
damning those who might even consider
loving you but
the true be told is the one you hold
deep within your most honest place &
there
you know that “love” is a charade anyway,
because this illusion of free will is
one that you invested so much in for oh so
long &
when it all came to &
the gig was up, it just didn’t ring like it
used to,
the first kiss from the first spring ****
just didn’t make you shiver like it all
was supposed to &
now, shriveling up inside &
wrinkling on the exterior
you want the next person you meet to
bring you back to where you were
when things were better,
but isn’t this the most selfish &
the least possible of outcomes?
so,
who do you fool in this venture but
yourself,
for making the effort.
Unrealistic Expectations
By Elton Camp
For problems, instant solutions would be great
Whether a big nose, ugly mouth or maybe weight
But is cosmetic surgery the answer to all our woes
So as to improve us from our heads to our toes?
I agree it would be great to look like a movie star
But even the best modern doctor can’t go that far
So it’s off to the cosmetic surgeon to get action
And hope not to end up ugly as Michael Jackson
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