Treasure Trove of Secret Files

After years and years of searching I think I've finally found the answers
They are here, were always here, hidden under the hide a key rock
Just outside your back door.
You just couldn't see them through the fog, through the mist or through the smog
You were blinded by the populations pollutions, as was I, as were we all
But here they are just as you've left them safe guarded.
Mine are here as well, though they've been scavenged through,
The elves and mice men have come and attacked and removed those precious pieces,
Garden gnomes, and bat people have swooped in and dug out the truths,
All the ugly, and beautiful ones, all the raw and fresh, its tainted in my gardens view.
Though in some undisclosed location, locked away in a steel vault,
Kept guarded by three thousand hounds, I am safely keeping the rest away
All that was seen, has been replaced by new thoughts, new feelings of twisted happiness in misery
All pretzel-d together in a wrapping formation few can decipher,
They continue to grow, as the dough rises and falls, and this in the heat keeps them clean.
Maybe then the answers are gone for you too, your secrets that were there, may be truths you've spit out,
May be out here amongst us,
While your soldiers of fortune play tag in their no man's land, surrounded by curtains of sunlight,
While your rose garden whilts, they've been removed by you, hardly knowing,
While you dream walked, a sleep walk, and removed them yourself, always knowing,
That in this final insult you could see the frost bitten remnants of a lesser time,
Thirty years ago,  you weren't even here, your thoughts, your safe havens were bare,
Now here you are over the years answering little but asking so much more,
Under lock and key you've kept it,
Waiting for the one who can pick it, for you've swallowed your key,
I've tried, i've attempted my turn and to no avail,
This is the unsatisfaction of a dissatisfied worm, silk in  your garden lost in your dreams,
I see visions of you in the morning dew, falling off leaves,
But you only question, again and again, and force me to look at  my own reflection and question too, again,
And again.

sometimes i want yell hey you stupid fuck,
wake up smell the roses, smell the shit pedaled feeling junk
This is where I'm at this is nowhere that you are
I want you sure, I do, but you don't need to use that fact to think that everything i ask
or say is out of jealousy, why can't i just be curious
be friendly
why can't i find peace in you and you in me
you started this war, you lit the fires, im trying to repair the bridges
it hurts for you to accuse me,
if you don't want to be around me, then don't let me in
send me home,
send me a way never ask me to hang
and don't accept my invitations
I thought things were different, but your only around me
cause your lonely like before
and when your not ill get thrown to the curve
just like your friend did to you,
Id rather not let that happen so please if your smile is bullshit and plastered on
tell me, break it to me straight rip out my hopes, and tear down my dreams,
and ill be okay,
its more honorable that way, but in the meantime over this bullshit accusation,
i say fuck you see

Those Who Can't Do Teach, Those Who Can't Teach Teach Gym

Father:
but son do you really have to do what you say you do
Surely if you looked in the mirror you'd see as they do
That you don't have a nack for this acting thing
You took a crack at it, but you lost out too
This isn't a rebuke son, nor a go get em and go speech
Honestly...

Mother:
I think what your aged father means
Is that there were so many places
Your life could have headed,
So many places that dead ended
And here you are stuck in the middle of nowhere
With nothing to your name because of silly dreams
You got straight A's you excelled in all places
Just not the one that you think is your places
You could have been,

Father:
a doctor

Mother:
its true, or a lawyer standing up there
prosecuting some poor fool

Father:
you could have been stock broker
and not have been getting us broke more
You could have money up to your eye balls,
Money all around you, but somewhere you got a screw loose
Actings not for you, or maybe you coudl teach it
Though even for you that might not be so good
But you know what they say those who can't do teach
and those who can't teach, teach gym

Mother:
all the while your chasing silly dreams,
Feeling like your the cat who didn't get the cream,
And all you suffer through, just to prove yourself wrong everytime boy,
Don't you get it at all,
You can't do this at all,
So maybe you should teach it,
Yes, a teacher that could cut it, a brilliant drama coach,
Brilliant may be pushing it, but you know all the rules and ins and outs,
You just can't use is all,
But suppose you passed on your knowledge to the next generations marlon brandos
Jesus would prefer it, hollywood and broadway are filled with sinnners all about
Those sons of bitches selling out,
Christ wouldn't want you to be a part of a corrupt society,
But you could guide others towards it,
YEs you could talk about acting, and playing,

Father:
yes you could talk about, discuss it, just not really show it off
And if you couldn't do that
Well you could alway coach PE at this point in life
You really got to make a choice,
son,
please make a choice boy,
Rent is due tomorrow at noon, or im locking you out,
Get some money, get some women, just get the hell out of our hair with this joke of a choice of a career of a bullshit metamorphisis, face it boy your a moth.

Teardrops of Rain

She dreams of everything under the sun
And then she dreams of it once more
All the while, the sun goes down, and night comes home, again

Maybe im sorry for the way you cry
But I can't make promises
Till the day I die

So many people, so many faces,
So many ways to go through pain
If everything I said to you,
Would only bring you home.

Maybe its time I change the song
Change the way we hear the tune
Familiar guises out to fool,
A million for a million prizes that don't mean a damn thing

And in time,
It'll be okay

And in time,
I will find my way

Through the darkest window, that you never knew could be

Do you hear the sound of pitter patter rain drops on the wall
the sound of heated argument that permeates the halls
This is no time for whispered confessions
But I time for hollowed souls
 They snuck in and snuffed our joys out 

Quick Reviews of Movies I Didn't Write About Yet

If im not mistaken the last movie I wrote about was X-Men First Class.  So since i've seen pretty much all of the big movies this summer lets do a quick mini recap.

Super 8 - awesome: the movie is an homage to E.T. Spielberg, and it works, all the kids in the movie are great in their performances, and its creepy and funny at the same time, though to be honest i was a little underwhelmed with the monster.
Transformers Dark of the Moon - Pointless Awesome: Since the 2nd was so abysmal, I wasn't expecting much from this 3rd part, but I was surprised, sure the plots stupid, sure lots of shit gets blown up, but it was good, and entertaining, and as far as a michael bay movie goes it was great.  I loved it. 
Captain America - better than expected: extremely amusing, and humorous, with some interesting plot points, and good acting.
Cowboys and Aliens - from greatness to mediocrity: the first 20 - 30 minutes are the best and then it goes into routine alien invasion movie territory, but very well done nonetheless.
Horrible Bosses - Hilariously dark - just as i've said, i laughed my ass on, all the actors surprise you, and excel in this movie which has some great set ups and pay offs. watch it!
Rise of the Planet of the Apes - exceeds expectations: just saw this one, it was a lot better than i expected, and kind of scary, but i was invested in the story of the chimp caesar, very good stuff, and hats off to the motion capture team and andy serkis for making the ape a worthy protagonist.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 - Great but emotionally underwhelming for a finale.  not much else to say about it, it was another well done, and entertaining harry potter movie, nicely wrapped up but i left wishing there had been more to it.

Confusion in Confusion

I am utterly and completely perplexed by your riddles, and i fail miserably with your quizzes.
But why test, why condition to sensen into nothingness.  this isn't fair
life isn't fair they say they say this is the way it is
everyone is selfishly looking for their own happiness
there own pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, a calm in the storm clouds
i am utterly and completely perplexed in your features, and I fail miserably with my convictions
through your conditioning i have known more nothing, and assume nothing in everything
You are beautiful, and seems wise, but behind your eyes though i dutifully serve, I see a wrack of wrath, of pain and misery
you are abandoned in your loneliness, and even your loneliness wants to abandon you
you eat soft serve on a hard boiled plate of chalices, and you never think twice while your voice spits out instruction
But i do not mean any of it as insult, I do not mean any of it as hatred, though at the same time, it isn't all compliment, sometimes its none of the above, sometimes it just is as it is
And through the fire, and through the brimstone, through the self depracating pain that you have failed god, you live a life away from him,
Your voice produces verbs that do not reconcile the soul, but damn it into question, into confusion,
your voice is beautiful, but bears serpent fangs, its lethal and soothing, its terrible and great
you are like a god here,
and although i do not worship you, i do hope to praise you in pieces, that i may be rewarded, cause in truth i care
I care what you think, what you say, i listen with eyes wide open and ears peeled,
Listen on the edge of my seat, while relaxed and reclined back against my comforter
But is it fair, i've seen it heard it a dozen, a thousand, a million times back and forth in my chamber, echoeing against the walls, echoing into eternity,
You are everything i want, and nothing you say can change it
I've botched the words, I've botched the emotions, but time has passed, storms have come, and storms have gone, the sun lingers only till the moon can replace it
and through all these shifts in shifts, I am utterly and completely perplexed in my confusion
I am terrified by this conundrum this puzzle that i shall never be able tp iece together,
But in those eyes, and in those breaths you are everything that makes llittle to no sense, and why should that be bad, or wrong,
Is not a person a complex thing, are not feelings of love or lust perplexing in their very nature, the human condition trying to be seperated from zoology evolutions, and tampered with animalisic miscontent.
Don't worry one day i'll explain it, it'll come out in pure fashion
and honest to god truth broken like a beer bottle on the sidewalk,
And while choirs sing, you'll be praying while straddling to sexed up music, you the contradictory station on this perfectly flawed world,
That i love.

Forgive me if I seem a little irritated with the way you've been thinking.  All your life you've been pushing and pushing for a change for some sort of satisfaction in unsatisfactory circumstances.  And all this time, through all this life you've been leading, there was not one simple inexplicable thing that drew your attention for one solitary moment.  It was a scatter shot blast from a rusted old shotgun, reliable but filthy, this was how I pictured your version of your future.   You wanted it all, but could only access the strength to play with the fragments.  Don't take this as an insult, however, you should not take as some sort of compliment, if it were one it'd be the most minimal, the most abysmal sort of compliment.  It'd be the type of compliment that one shrugs forward and mumbles with irritation through gritted teeth and jealousy.  I am jealous, this I cannot hide, because in your hopes for your future that oil spill atop the water, where your tasks never go together, where your contradictions abound I saw something that didn't so closely resemble a life led by rote.   For now I feel suctioned in all the time, all the hours of my days, suctioned into the motions, im stuck, a scum sucker on the bottom of the fish tank.  I remember believing you though, when you said my future wasn't written, that fate wasn't worth a load of trash, I just wanted to become so much more than what I was and you took my hands and you promised i would.  You promised that if the world was worth it to me, I could own it, possess its beauties and live a life of complete and utter bliss.  But dream on you liar, you thief of virtues, you spouter of so much wonder and dreams, this isn't how it all works.  and in the end I probably like that it isn't so much a cookie cut out, as it is a strand of interconnecting rivers, while you search for the connecting strands in your philosophy i will live life the only way I know how and simply hope for happiness in the dream house of an absent reflection.