Far Beyond the Stars
Am I the dream, or am I the dreamer?
Is everything as it seems?
Or is the grass really greener?
Examining my wounds and invisible scars
I wonder
If my real life is lived far beyond the stars
My senses lead me to a pond
Where I stared
Into the eyes of a stranger
The ripples waved and tore
But they couldn't break our bond
And back at me he stared
His eyes unaccustomed to danger
There I was, or so I think it was me
Looking at myself
In a storefront glass at the end of the street
When a different reflection appeared
I rubbed my eyes, then squinted and peered
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Sisphyus (Greek Fire)
No sword could sever the lines that made up his clever rhymes
he would tackle any battle and put his opponents in shackles
and he did this consistently, like each and every time
never mind some of the mimes who would copy his movements
they would try on his shoes but they just couldn’t do it
they would try out his flow but it just wasn’t fluid
they would try out his style but they just weren’t suited
'cause the cases they were making always needed improvement
but back to the music and our talented lyricist
whose acclaim bought him fame and many, many richeses
his name was on the brain more than formulas on physicists
but critics said his songs all ended up like Sisyphus
“For example, ” they would say as a preamble to delay
the coming attacks on the samples they would play,
“you said:
‘I gotta lyrical skill that gets betta & betta
and betta & betta until I run out of lettas
it’s how I show felicitation
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Laugh
I held the notice and tears like a dam
As I tried to understand
Whether they were for real or if this was a scam
Made my way through the door
Then stepped into line
It’s now hour four
This waiting is beating my mind
Finally got to the window with half my day finished
I’m was getting robbed in public and no one’s a witness
Show the teller my notice and asked “What’s the deal? ”
She sends me a smile miles from real
Tells me “Your rates are higher to help off set
A higher cost of living and community projects”
“Well can I talk to someone about getting more cash? ”
She said “You trying to get rich?
Don’t make me laugh”
I left her and went to go see a counselor
His stern tie spoke like a stadium announcer
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