Realization

Ever since we were little,
In a world of make-believe and pretend,
You've always been there for me,
As one of my best friends.

I remember our first day of school,
When we helped each other with chores.
And that day I forgot my lunch,
You let me borrow some of yours.

When I blew the big game,
And was facing shouts and jeers,
You said "Good job for doing your best",
Which is all I wanted to hear.

Many, many years later,
After I fell for Nancy Jane,
You were there when it was over,
To piece together what remained.

I still recall the night,
You called me crying on the phone.
Wondering if love existed,
Or if you were truly all alone.

I remember beating up your boyfriend,
And then throwing him in the creek.
You cried and I consoled you,
Tending to the bruise on your cheek.

All these years have passed,
And I think I realize,
The feelings I've had for you,
So long wrapped in disguise.

Unlike a sister, mother, brother, or father,
I'd like to confess my true feelings to you.
If you want to convince me miracles exist,
Then tell me you feel this way too.

Gowns of Deceit

Bachelor's party,
A fiesta of what's to come.
Where good advice is given,
And also some that's dumb.

A best man's friend,
May cut up and poke some fun.
But perhaps he's simply jealous,
He'll never be a husband or have a son.

I won't say marriage is the best,
Since it is also often the worst.
It has the ability to turn sour,
Even if it seems perfect at first.

So many people say they're different,
And that their marriage will last.
They're just as ignorant as the rest,
Who made the same mistake in the past.

So then what makes it work?
Patience, understanding, and care?
Even things like these,
Can't stop an inevitable affair.

Perhaps there's no guarantee,
You'll love them 'til death do you part.
But hopefully before you die,
You'll love them the same as from the start.

Took So Long

I waited and waited and waited,
For well over a year.
And you never once said the words,
That I was waiting to hear.

An invisible barrier between us,
Crushing our hopes and dreams.
Causing a silence on the outside,
But on the inside inducing screams.

Now we have time to look back,
On all the love that we've missed.
And question even further,
If there was any love to exist.

Minds confuse the heart,
And hearts alter the mind.
Looking for a diamond in the rough,
With a pair of eyes that are blind.

How easily our hearts move on,
And find a different object to desire.
But memories of the mind remain,
Until our lives retire.

Ghost Love

Beneath the starlit sky,
Me and you are free to roam.
I'm glad neither of us can drive,
So I can walk you home.

It's about thirty minutes away,
But I truthfully don't mind.
With each step we take,
We leave a little love behind.

A trail to guide me later,
When I'm walking home alone.
I know as soon as you can,
You'll give a buzz on my cellphone.

Just so I won't be lonely,
Walking back to my place.
My company is you in my heart,
And a smile on my face.

Until that time arrives,
I walk beside you holding your hand.
No words need be spoken,
For both of us to understand.

We say "Goodnight" over the phone,
And then all the sudden I'm sad.
Because you never even existed,
In this memory I never had.

Doing Okay...

All of you are so concerned,
With the poetry I display.
When you ask if I'm alright,
I'll tell you I'm okay.

"Hey, how are you?"
Is a line so overly cliché.
Yet not as much as my reply,
"I think I'm doing okay".

One of you even asked,
The same exact question today.
Guess what I said?
That I was doing okay.

Perhaps you'll never see,
The inside I never portray.
Which is why you'll never know,
I'm really not doing okay.

Every day in disarray,
With my life in decay,
I don't display my dismay,
I just say I'm doing okay.

Not necessarily about me, at least not right now.

Gone

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Sitting up in heaven,
I wonder why I died.
Why I couldn't seem to live,
No matter how hard that I tried.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be,
This life that I once had.
I lived not in infinity,
But in an eternity of sad.

I thought that you could save me,
So I reached out to only you.
But I didn't think you didn't know,
All that I was going through.

I thought we could cure each other,
Which was perhaps a bit too good.
You probably never thought to try,
Or even believed that we could.

I can only look down on you now,
I cannot touch or smell your hair.
It breaks my heart to see you,
Give an hour each night to prayer.

Perhaps you're asking God,
Just why I had to go.
Just why I killed myself,
(Although I think you know).

I loved everything about you,
And anything you ever said.
I'm so sorry that I'm gone,
Because I couldn't love myself instead.

God Bless the Lives That Are Taken

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This song is one minute long.
Take that one minute and use it to thank the people who die so you can hear it.

Strangers

Open up your heart and show me what's inside. Display your greatest fears and most horrific desires. Allow me to see the real you - the one that you hide from others. Proudly flaunt yourself untouched and unaltered and allow me to savor in its purity.

All because we can't see each other, all because we don't know each other. All because we know nothing of each others' pasts, presents, or futures. Simply because of the fact that we just met we can do this. Simply because of the fact that we don't know if we will meet again. For these reasons and many more we proudly show off who we are to complete strangers. To people that very well could make our pain a thousand time worse.

Yet we continue to talk to them, because they are there. They exist, but only indirectly affect our lives. We do not have to negotiate or participate in anything with them involuntarily, so thus we give ourselves unto them. And we do so without even thinking twice. In the blink of an eye our darkest desires are revealed and the true form of who we are is unveiled.

Why do we do it? Because we know if they are horrified or stupefied that we can simply move on. It only takes the click of a button or a few simple keystrokes to end it all. When you are talking to someone like this, your world exists on the face of a penny. Your reality becomes so condensed that you are easily able to package and ship it to any recipient. That's why we are different from you. That's why you won't ever understand us, and most of us wouldn't have it any other way.

You

Your mind is patient,
Your hands are gentle.
Your grace is genuine,
And your heart sentimental.

I almost cannot stare at you,
Because my head begins to swirl.
How is even God capable,
Of making such a girl?

Your tears resemble daggers,
That pierce straight through my heart.
An embrace to dissolve the sobs,
That no one can break apart.

Yet those eyes are so strong,
Burning from a soul on fire.
The person I love the most,
And also that I admire.

You're always there for me,
If I have a bad day.
With those three words,
That so lovingly you say.

There's nothing else in the world,
That I wish to possess.
Which is why when you ask if I love you,
I can't help it but say "Yes".

You improve me a thousandfold,
By giving me expectations to live up to.
I used to think God didn't exist,
And then suddenly I found you.

I am unworthy of your heart,
That belongs with the angels of the Sky.
It was surely a mistake you were sent,
To me to live and die.

You belong somewhere else,
With a halo and pair of wings.
I'm sorry I can only offer,
My love and a ring.

I will always be there for you,
So don't hesitate to ask.
Because loving you with all my heart,
Is such an easy task.

24

If I had twenty-four hours to live,
I wonder - where I would go?
Maybe run away with fear?
Or accept it because I know?

I'd tell no one I loved them,
It would only make it worse.
Caught on a one-way path,
That I know I can't reverse.

Most likely I'd be alone,
What could had I done different?
Trying to take back lies,
In an attempt to repent.

But there's one thing that I'd think of,
Up until my final breath.
And there's a secret I've left behind,
So you can discover it after my death.

If you free a dog from a cage,
He'll likely be loyal and true.
Which is why before I die,
I wish I had said that I love you.

Can you uncover the secret,
The last message - my final good-bye?
Here's a hint to get you started:
Simply follow the butterfly.

You knew all along,
And yet you didn't say a word.
Now we are traveling apart,
Towards infinity,
While a magnificent life for both of us,
Fades away,
In to eternity,
Away from both of us,
Forever.

I Guess That's Love

I'm a lying snake in the grass,
Waiting for the chance to strike.
Waiting for the moment to steal,
That which I very much like.

When the time and air are ripe,
I'll destroy his supporting hands.
All along he thought he was helping,
Although he didn't know my plans.

My smile conceals a grin,
My waving hand - a knife.
They'll all call it an accident,
When I steal his future wife.

Who says she can't love me?
Half as much as she loved him?
I'll find the answer when I arrive,
In the fires of hell with stones of brim.

I was such a nice little boy,
Who no one thought could do wrong.
But you knew that it would come to this,
You knew all along.

(And you still didn't stop me)

Hiding

You're hiding from the world,
Hiding just like me.
Within the walls of a home,
We are destined to be.

As we search for love,
In places we aren't sure exist,
Hidden valleys and mountains,
Shrouded in a mist.

We hide behind blankets,
Not wanting to be seen.
Afraid they'll have an opinion,
And that it might be mean.

We are hiding behind friendship,
Knowing the alternative is much worse.
Every time I see you back down,
I want to scream and curse.

I'd like to shine a spotlight,
To show the world just how great you are.
Placing you on center stage,
While I marvel from afar.
From behind a pack of strangers,
Hiding.

Salsa Girl

With that flavorful way you act,
You added some spice to my life.
And when I thought our dance was over,
You went and did it twice.

Now I'm left to sit and wonder,
If the colorful words you said,
Were true and from your heart,
Or bitter lies instead.

Dance for me Salsa Girl,
Show me how to love someone.
With your fancy twirls and dips,
Leaving me to die in the Sun.

Cha-cha your way towards me,
Then lean over for a whisper.
The words tickle at my heart,
"I'm falling for you sir."

If that is the case,
Then why did you leave?
Salsa dancing away,
A tune I can't believe.

Will you return with the season,
Like you have done before?
I'm foolish enough to say,
I'll be coming back for more.

Here's a Song

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Shy, Quiet, Single, Lonely People

Out of all the things they ask,
They really would like to know,
The age old question in their mind,
¿Por qué estoy solo?

Was it a mistake they made,
During their ignorant childhood?
Or the fact they don't belong,
Destined to be misunderstood.

Life sure is hard for them,
When there is no helping hand.
Sometimes their hearts feel empty,
As if they were unmanned.

And yet I bet each of you,
There's more of these people than you think.
Together we'll fill up the world,
With our hearts always out of sync.

It sure does stink to live like this,
So maybe we should get connected.
If only we didn't all deathly fear,
The thought of being rejected.

Next time you think your alone,
With nowhere to turn or go,
You can join the rest and ask,
¿Por qué estoy solo?

Then you can visit me again,
And read up on what I write.
For I understand your struggle,
Since I share the exact same plight.

Drunken Poetry

Maybe it's just the beer talking,
But I think that I love you.
And so I wonder to myself,
Do you love me too?

I think that you do,
Perhaps you're just afraid.
Scared I just want you in my bed,
To tell my friends that I got laid.

Even under the influence,
I think I love you too much for that.
I can't tell you these words when I'm sober,
So I have these drunken chats.

In the morning we'll have headaches,
And neither of us will remember.
That we fell in love for a night,
During a weekend in September.

Things and people change,
But my heart remains the same.
I can't say I even know you,
Since I never got a name.

If only you can hear me now,
Crying out to the lonely world.
Praying you were with me,
In my bed where I lay curled.

Talent

By returning just enough of their calls,
So they probably get the picture,
That is talent.

By acting slightly bored,
Even when your heart is racing,
Now that's talent.

By keeping your cool under pressure,
Although you want them then and there,
That is talent, too.

By deftly avoiding their gaze,
While they stare a hole through you,
Is also talent as well.

But by claiming and professing your love,
In such clandestine and secret ways,
That is not talent at all,
But rather childish foolishness,
Of which I'd rather not be a part.

Drummer Boy

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Click "Play" on the video above and when you hear the music start begin to read each stanza in about 5-6 seconds. Don't read too fast or too slow. If you time it right, the poem matches the music. Again, don't read too fast, even if you're tempted to.

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Welcome to The Mind,
An untrained circus of thought.
Drawing energy from The Heart,
A source that's overwrought.

Creaking doors swing back and forth,
Self-propelled on their hinges.
If you think the sound is bad,
You should see the way he cringes.

They stop and he takes a breath,
The silence rings loudly in his ears.
Closing his eyes in the darkness,
His biggest fears appear.

More loud thumping of his heart,
Like a giant cymbal being hit.
When it finally ceases to bang,
The sound of the doors still emits.

Scraping back and forth,
The cogs of The Mind trying to move.
They require blood from The Heart,
To grease up the cogs' grooves.

A ringing becomes clearer,
As he tries to find the receiving end.
He struggles to escape,
When the drumming begins again.

His heart beating faster and faster,
With no clear finish in sight.
His heart is louder and harder,
With something about to ignite.

He hears faint messages from a voice,
Deep inside his soul.
But with the ringing and the beating,
He no longer has control.

The voice of The Soul and ringing of The Mind,
Mix with the drumming of The Heart.
For a few brief moments of time,
He can't tell any of them apart.

Then the drumming rises up,
It is beating wildly in his chest.
To transcend above them all,
It now soars over the rest.

It continues to beat louder and harder,
Over and over and over again.
He doesn't know where it's from,
It's there and always has been.

It simply continues to beat,
As it gets,
Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder,
And Louder...

Nice Guys

Why is it that a guy,
Can no longer do nice things,
Without being labeled something nasty,
Like a pussy or a queen?

So if he likes to visit her,
During her lunch hour at work,
That makes him less of a man,
And also some kind of jerk?

What if he goes as far to wait,
Hours and hours upon end,
Just because he loves her,
And feels she's his best friend?

Would that make him a wuss,
Whipped with a ball and chain?
Just give it a rest already,
Since it's your life that's mundane.

Maybe you're simply jealous,
That you can never love like him.
Instead of buying her flowers,
You sign up for a year at the gym.

But since you're such a manly-man,
Who likes to do macho stuff,
You'll probably never see,
That you don't love her nearly enough.

And while the pussies and queens,
All have something they call a life,
You'll be left with only your hand,
Not even a girlfriend, or a wife.

Missing Piece

I'm a hundred-piece puzzle,
That is very near complete.
You can see me from my hair,
Down on to my feet.

Yet in the middle somewhere,
There's a spot that's gone astray.
A piece I continue to look for,
Each and every day.

I've tried to fit things there,
Though none of them seem to function.
So I'm left with a missing piece,
At my two lungs' junction.

Lots of times it's fine,
It doesn't bother me one bit.
But I'd like to find a piece,
That maybe would finally fit.

Other times it hurts,
Reminding me of the empty space.
Desparately seeking to be filled,
And not an empty, barren place.

Walkin'

Back walkin' on the road again,
With my hand in the air.
Got nothin' but a name,
Some dirty clothes, and my hair.

I thought I'd found my ride,
When you picked me up last year.
You had your high-beams on,
As I stared at you like a deer.

Walkin' around to the window,
I'd thought I found my ride at last.
Barely did I have time to speak,
Before you locked the door and punched the gas.

I've seen you drive back and forth,
As I keep walkin' down this road.
Across counties and cities,
More than a few zip codes.

But now whenever I see you,
Drivin' to some man downtown,
I turn my back and just keep walkin',
As I lower my hand down.

People

Two stanzas per person


I trust you because you know me,
Or atleast act like you do.
You've known me ever since,
I made my famous debut.

Now you probably feel sorry,
For situations I find myself in.
You might understand me the best,
As the closest of my kin.

---

You're a phantom and a ghost,
That I will probably never see.
But if I am in bad spirits,
I know you'll be there for me.

I hope you don't hate your life,
Seeing you have it induces envy.
Because you have everything I want,
And are what I want to be.

---

Like me I know that you,
Are often very bored.
Like a blank tape run dry,
But left to endlessly record.

As we both search for change,
And answers that may not exist,
We probably both look back,
On friendships that we missed.

---

I know your name and age,
What to say to make your gut split.
What a shame I make you laugh,
But will never even hear it.

You see who I am,
Unfiltered and without shields.
You're one of the lucky few,
That to myself I have revealed.

---

Sometimes I wonder about you,
I ponder if it's all a bluff.
Somehow you make me feel,
Like I'll never be good enough.

I've stared up at the stars,
What'd it be like if they were ours?
I hope we both evade scars,
And from this loop of feelings so bizarre.

---

Even the shortest of stories,
Can have endings that are bittersweet.
But the endings are like these people,
To be without them would be incomplete.

Pro-Life

The doctor sat her down,
And in a serious tone of voice,
Said "Sherry you are pregnant,
It is time to make a choice".

How could she have a child,
If she wasn't even a wife?
Was it the baby or her,
That had the more important life?

Through her drunken eyes,
She sees a normal man in a raper.
Now she's staring down a pen,
On the line of abortion papers.

His life is on the line,
Symbolized by a John Hancock.
You'd just as well give birth,
Then shoot him with a glock.

Could he have been athletic and smart,
A Derrick, Matthew, or Brad?
Such answers are sealed as she signs,
Signs away a child she never had.

Back Home

Back home is where they say,
The heart is left to rest.
Where a pair of jeans and t-shirt,
Are considered to be well-dressed.

You can sit and doze the day,
With your feet in a river bend.
Recall your high school glory,
Perhaps your first girlfriend.

Driving past your old church,
Or where your parent's went to school,
The park where you proposed,
And the store you bought the jewel.

Recall the skies always blue,
The clouds that float above.
Here things happen for a reason,
That everyone likes to call love.

You could close your eyes,
It would still be there.
The rays shining on your face,
And the smell of home's air.

The world seems smaller,
As if it's yours to roam.
Everything seems a little clearer,
When you go back home.

Familiar sights and sounds,
Rusty, bucolic, but still in the same place.
It's something that's always there,
And could never be erased.

Friends

Let's Play

A person can make you laugh,
And a person can make you smile.
But they can also cause you to cry,
By acting wicked and vile.

A person can hold your heart,
And stroke it with loving attention.
Or they can impale it at their leisure,
In a spiteful strike of condescension.

A person can make you feel wanted,
And give you a place to belong.
But they can also oust you away,
And leave you to scrape along.

Other people are both good and bad,
This we know for sure.
What we don't know is what are you,
Evil and foul or just and pure?

Perhaps you'd like to be good,
But never gave it much thought.
You stopped reaching out to others,
Who seemed upset and distraught.

A person can love you for your name,
And also hate you just the same.
With this outline we're given a frame,
Of the pattern of life - that's all a game.

Red Door

About one year ago,
I was walking through my halls.
I kept seeing the same white doors,
And the same old boring walls.

I went through some at random,
And opened others with care.
I felt like this endless maze,
Was anything but fair.

Just when I thought,
I could not go on anymore,
I was startled to turn and find,
A red-pink, and not white, door.

Finally something different,
A little flavor for a change.
I welcomed the colorful addition,
And did not think it strange.

I peered through the keyhole,
Underneath the sliver of space near the floor.
But I didn't dare barge through,
So rather I slowly opened the door.

What I saw and heard,
Is a different story to tell.
But the image of that door,
Causes my heart to swell.

I've closed it and walked away,
Only to somehow find it again.
Every time I see that color,
Goosebumps invade my skin.

I want to go behind the door,
But does what's behind the door want me?
To find out I'd probably have to do more,
Then simply knock and count to three.

I hope that they can hear,
Because I'm knocking as hard as I can.
Even though I don't know what to do,
And I don't have any sort of plan.

Fireworks

*Note: This didn't actually happen -_-'

---

I was miles and miles away,
From being able to see you.
Instead I was trapped in prison,
With bars painted Green and Blue.

The night crawled on slowly,
With silence filling my ears.
I could hear the people outside,
Shouting and yelling their cheers.

I had seen atleast one firework on every 4th,
Ever since I was only a kid.
And although I could hear them crashing above,
To see them I was forbid.

I knew you were with friends,
So I didn't want to call.
Which is why I wasn't surprised,
You didn't contact me at all.

Perhaps I was expecting,
A little 'How is your night?'.
Or maybe even a visit,
To sympathize with my plight.

But instead all I had,
Was a lonely store to lurk.
And to think that for the first time,
I wouldn't see a single firework.

When it came time to leave,
And I saw friends and family in the lot,
I thought of you and your friends,
On their big and private yacht.

I was a little surprised to see you,
Propped up against my car.
I said 'The fireworks are over',
You said, 'Yes, yes they are'.

Then you leaned in to kiss me,
Calling me your 'favorite sales clerk'.
And you made sure that tonight,
I was able to see my fireworks.

Thinking of You

When you feel like life is lonely and unfair,
And you don't know if you'll pull through,
Just remember that I'm always here,
Sitting and thinking of you.

When you have thoughts of despair,
That you can't seem to subdue,
Recall the times I called you up,
And know I'm thinking of you.

When the world seems way too big,
And you just want to bid it all adieu,
Think back to that night I said,
That all my poetry is from me to you.

When you're lying sick in your bed,
Missing out on life with a case of the flu,
Check out my website where you will find,
A get-well writing I made just for you.

When your heart becomes broken,
And you no longer have dreams to pursue,
Close your eyes and count some sheep,
So I can be there with you.

If only,
You knew,
That I,
Think of you.

Crush Recipe

A pint of attractiveness,
And a half cup of style.
Simmered in lust,
Topped off with a smile.

Then add a few jokes,
And a friendly punch on the arm.
Marinate it with a wink,
And sprinkle on some charm.

Watch over them for a few minutes,
With just a small tint of obsession.
And then take them out of the oven,
Once you see a rise in their affection.

Then give it a few moments to cool,
Before spreading the maybe's and what if's.
And then decide if it's good enough to eat,
By giving a taste-test and small sniff.

If it smells okay then you're good to go,
Just wrap it up and keep it cold.
But don't ignore it and allow it to mold,
Or else you'll be hungry when you grow old.

Self-Conscious Girls

When you look in to the mirror,
What is it that you see?
Is it imperfection and doubt,
Or some form of inner beauty?

Are you afraid people will see you,
Before you can shoot off a warning?
When a person truly loves you,
They think you're prettiest in the morning.

I think some of you ought to know,
That it doesn't matter how you look.
It doesn't matter if you're gorgeous,
Or that you don't know how to cook.

Maybe it's a surprise,
Or perhaps you've known all along.
But guys can worry too,
If we feel we aren't big and strong.

Stop wasting time worrying,
That you don't appear good enough.
They'll like you for the inside,
Once they stop acting like their tough.

Some take longer than others,
So perhaps patience is the key.
But if they don't like you in the morning,
Don't let them get down on one knee.

How Do You Know?

People sometimes ask,
If you believe in love at first sight.
Some say it's just a coincidence,
Like being born black or white.

But how do you know,
That the sun will always rise?
Then have its place taken by the moon,
Which fills every star-lit sky.

How do you know,
That no matter how long it rains.
It will eventually have to stop,
Leaving only a blue sky to remain.

How do you know that your grandfather,
Who's eighty-three and a half,
Will tell the same joke over and over,
And that each time you'll still laugh.

How do you know,
That your parents will always seem to cry,
After you've hugged and kissed them,
Knowing it might be a final good-bye.

How do you know that death comes,
And that each of us eventually has to go?
The same way I know you can love,
From just a simple and friendly 'hello'.

Your Secret Love

*This is a the title of a Jazz song, but it rocks so I stole it.

He thinks about her all the time,
Every day on his way to work.
9 A.M. bright and early,
With just a glimmer of a smirk.

He looks at her and she looks at him,
But they just smile and say nothing at all.
Then they both scamper back to their lives,
Praying that the other will call.

-

She sees him every Sunday,
In the grocery store downtown.
And whenever she walks past,
She can sense him turn around.

She smiles to herself and takes a peek,
Through her invisible rearview mirror.
Every Sunday she hopes he'll talk,
And come just a tad bit nearer.

-

He's known her for about six years,
And many consider them best friends.
If only they knew what the other did,
Instead of always having to pretend.

If he asked her to marry,
She'd probably say yes.
What a shame he never will,
Be able to confess.

-

What a horrific game this love is,
In which the players are all fools.
But even fools can find happiness,
If they follow the basic rules.

What about the rest,
Who don't know what to do?
They continue searching forever,
Possibly searching for you.

Shy People

We hate to ask the time so instead we find a clock,
We hate to push and shove so we find another place to walk.
We don't visit people's houses if it means we have to knock,
And picking up the phone to make a call results in nervous shock.

We are known for only saying our hello's and goodbye's,
We feel bad because we can't look you straight in the eyes.
We know deep down that we're a good bunch of guys,
But each one of us is lonely and each surely cries.

We know that on the surface nothing is as it seems,
We know that our silence is really hidden screams.
We try to talk and thereby raise our self esteem,
However the act of talking is like a balancing beam.

We sometimes feel threatened as if we're social prey,
We keep our heads down and obediently obey.
We view life as an ongoing and collective survey,
Which is why shy people have the most to say.

Song

Some Monty Python song....

Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...

And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.

And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...

For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.

So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...

You can hear it here