Saturday Morning Special

Dreaming Nightmares

by Alex Mobley

The emotion that's lost

with each lasting breath

falls back into place

as you drift off to sleep

danger clouds judgement

between nightmares and dreams

separating the two 

from one simple manifestation

what once reminded you

that things were so simple

now blinds any true sight

crashes through smiles

dims the bright light

which started this utterance

its mere blabbering of thought

can't be translated

into actual meaning

or recognizable sentences

scrambled in a moment

only clear during sleep

vivid as could possibly be

no memory or recollection

as your eyes slowly wake

and wish that just one time

everything could be expressed

not broken down into fragments

that make absolutely no sense

stolen by some significant force

needing it for its own

to postulate and perpetrate

the one who has taken

all the memories from your sleep

to live out some random life

where there is no control

no order or meaning

no rhyme and no reason

just a collection of actions

created in the mind

that could be reality

but has not yet been considered

another life that we live

as we reenergize for what's real

Saturday Morning Special

Cynically Insane

by Alex Mobley

The cynical person in me

knows that it's all shit

but the optimist side

controls all the cynicism

a vicious circle of disheartening 

grasping at broken straws

as if nothing else matters

but everything has meaning

deep within an empty soul

lies the truth of an existence

one with hope and exuberance

a model of efficiency

lacking a dreadful thought

creeping through an open mind

bleak notions of happy endings

when we all know what's real

nothing ends completely happy

Saturday Morning Special

Steps Never Taken

by Alex Mobley

This is the first and last

time that you will see

anything that reminds you

of anyone but me

is it possible to live 

and die all alone

crushed by fallen dreams

saved by broken bones

do you believe it true

that this is your one true need

to live, laugh and love

and plant your eternal seed

break out of your box

crawl out of your shell

do things the way you like

don't just follow the bell

that controls the things you do

and take away your thought

controls your every move

even the way your taught

there is something you can change

a way to right a wrong

just follow your own path

and stay up all night long

question your own being 

stall from being drone

explore what is your life

don't become a clone

in this messed up world 

that controls every last step

from birth until the day

you take your final breath

Saturday Morning Special

In an Attempt

by Alex Mobley

I stare at you in class

not in some creepy way

because you stare back at me

we play this little game

like little scared kids

unable to stop the silence

or break the lock between our eyes

we don't know each others name

but we've learned our facial expressions

you bite your lip when excited

wink just to throw me off

thats the few I know

because I think we think alike

but I can't be for certain

we are two different people

what I see as playful

you may interpret different

you bite your lip when nervous

wink at the person next to me

stare blankly in my direction

never actually looking at me

I may be completely wrong

but I am too afraid to ask

for fear of losing this feeling

with the truth that I am crazy

making up my own reality

to adjust what has been

a long time spent alone

tomorrow will bring an answer

when we finally speak

my name is... 

what is your name?

Saturday Morning Special

Where is my Motivation?

by Alex Mobley

There is a hill in the distance

that I want to climb

at the top stands a prize

something I can't yet reach

between me and that hill

there are many obstacles

some that will test my will

strength and perseverance

can I reach the top?

the answer is unclear now

this journey has not begun

yet it is near its end

the hill moves every second

as if it is unattainable

unable to be approached

incapable of being climbed

not by me or any other

but it is so inviting

green, and covered with flowers

flowers that smell wonderful

when will I reach this hill

without moving forward I can't

I wont ever reach it

never be able to climb to the peak

reach for that prize

know that what I did to get here

was merely a test asked of me

by myself 

a motivation that had to be found

only within me

not forced out by others

where do I find it

thats for you to learn

but without that hill

it wont be easy to know

Saturday Morning Special

Dealing with Life

By Alex Mobley

Don't ever break the silence

it will only bring on violence

created by the masses 

until it one day crashes

taking all their lives

or maybe just their minds

altered from a place

that brings about a space

where all is what we want

nothing too much to flaunt

showing off our skills

that burns and rots and kills

the things that are not a need

for there is no such greed

to be out of the norm

showing an unruly form

such as isms concerning race

sex, age or saving face

nothing can stop this land

becoming a national brand

others continue to trail

with most about to fail

because we can not help

just talk and scream and yelp

to convince to start anew 

with their own chance to brew

a step up in common life

needed to keep the knife

out of hands showing blood

avoiding the final flood

making life a little tougher

but ending the lasting suffer

Saturday Morning Special

Undeniable

by Alex Mobley

There is nothing like it

that feeling you get

when you finally realize

what you have is real

not some fairy tale hoax

or rom-com falsehood

from your feet

all the way to your head

you know that it's right

you can never live without it

it drags you out of bed

makes you want to smile

gets you through the tough times

even ones they cause

scream it because you can

tell all of your friends

what they wish they had

but some have not felt

the way you do inside

the way you do outside

it's impossible to explain

even those who have tried

still get caught up in the lore

the word has real meaning

but the emotion is what gets

everything out in the open

cherish it while you can

take in every single moment

you don't know how lucky you are

it doesn't disappear

it grows with time

it can run so deep

that no matter what happens

it's impossible to rid

yeah it's called love

but like I said

the word is just one thing

it carries meaning 

that only you two share

because you created it

and it will live with you

forever and always

Saturday Morning Special

Addiction

by Alex Mobley

visions are like dreams

happening while your awake

more relevant than day dreams

insanity is at stake

delusional you must be

if drugs are not the cause

those things that you see

create your hearts first pause

don't let this stop your breath

or danger will come next

not solely with your death

but in a similar context

trapped in invisible walls

you have never been a mime

this comes from withdrawals 

of not doing it in time

get help right away

seek out those who care

in the end it just may

seem like truth or dare

can you trust those who matter

dare yourself to make change

avoid the useless chatter

attempt to rearrange

the clutter in your life

with freedom of thought

removing the bloodied knife

from the good fight you fought

Saturday Evening Special

If the World was Fair

by Alex Mobley

if the world was fair

i would be the mayor

the one who calls the shots

the one who plots the spots

for things to start anew

when everything has come unglued

from the downfall of all kinds

to the revival of the signs

that this will work out for the best

instead of praying to be blessed

if the world was fair

I wouldnt have to stare

she would automatically assume

I wanted to be the groom

and her to be my bride

to stand side by side

as we accepted our small bands

placed upon each others hands

forever we would be

together just you and me

as simple as it sounds

the answer you have found

it doesn't end up great

for that is not our fate

alone we both shall stand

apart in our own dreamland

if the world was fair

i'd be the tortoise not the hare

slow and steady may win the race

but the one who controls the pace

owns the title in this town

placed upon his head a crown

from past successes at the top

never slowing when told stop

thus the leader he shall stay

until someone finds a better way

if the world was fair

i would be a billionaire

not struggling just to get by

with bills five miles high

of expenses that wont be paid

without something I could trade

for my soul would be taken

if I were not mistaken 

for somebody with clear sights

to reach the highest heights

instead of trapped under a lie

I will have til the day I die

if the world was fair

I might accept that dare

challenge myself to be great

stray away from all the hate

coursing through my veins

straight into my brains

releasing it to the world

as it was hurled

back into the face

of those who have disgraced

your name for their own gain

so they could rain

down on your parade

while you disobeyed

everything you were told

no longer am I cold

if the world was fair

I might sit in the chair

taking the verbal abuse

as I become the accused

for a crime I had no part

a villain from the start

stuck with the feel of guilt

the case they had built

made me seem like the crook

my whole world shook

rooted up from underground

all the way til the final sound

not guilty was the claim

no longer to be blamed

if the world was fair

I might actually care

that my life was getting better

while typing every letter

that makes up this simple poem

still I must show them

what is the reason for all this

to which it does consist

of everything I had dreamed

from weeks old it seemed

what is it you wonder?

the sky you must look under

for it holds the simple truth

the answer is in your youth