Utopia

Utopia

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Seeing you in the morning,

That might be a Utopian dream,

But “Eu-topos” is a good place,

And “U-topos” is a place that can’t be

I wake up alone every morning,

So there isn’t a Utopian dream for me

Now I wait for catastrophe

Hoping my personality will be attractive to someone

Trying to be interesting

Working towards being modern

Living in a country of gray and brown

Hoping for some white on the trees

Snow in the skies

Laughter by a fire

Something is needed to make life funnier

Less darkness would be welcome

I can handle some gray,

But I need warmth on the coldest day of the year

I don’t know what to think of this

I don’t now what to do

I need to find myself again

Lose this profound sadness

Looking for Utopia

A Man Walks Into A Bar

A Man Walks Into A Bar

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

A man walks into a bar

Wearing his whole life on his sleeve

A million stories to tell

All you have to do is ask

Listen closely

He will tell you how he got to that barstool

How he’s forgotten where was going,

But woke up where he was supposed to be

Listen to him tell about the time he was someone’s Angel,

Or the time he was someone’s perfect dream

See the wisdom in his smile

See the contentment in his realization that the world isn’t perfect,

His realization that we are all flawed

We are all ruined by the desire for more,

Even when we get these things,

We still wish for what we had

Listen closely

He’ll tell you how we ignore people when they tell us who they are,

Because we see them as who we want them to be

He might tell you about another man’s wife

How he ended up in the hospital because of complications

It seemed like an adventure

It was a way to let off steam

It made him feel handsome again in the middle of the aging process

He thought he had learned something from growing old,

Something that you can’t learn when you’re young

Listen to him talk about a couple of tall drinks becoming so much more

Some things happen that don’t allow you to just get on with life

He might tell you the greatest sickness of all is heartbreak,

And how everything can’t be right in life

There are always temporary bandages on permanent wounds

He might tell you that life ends,

And when it does, someone else will get your bill

A man walks into a bar,

Wearing his whole life on his sleeves

Untitled #9 - (Nostalgia)

Untitled #9 - (Nostalgia)

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

A man doesn’t choose a woman,

A woman chooses a man

When she chooses one,

She wants to tell the world that he belongs to her

Feeling nostalgic and thinking of when you chose me

You marked me with your fingertips and lips

You made me your possession

I let you own me to my core,

But nostalgia can be delicate

It can be more potent than any poison

The pain from these old wounds

Crushing my heart,

But not just from the weight of old memories

Wishing for a time machine

Wanting to go backwards

Wanting to go forwards

Take me to a place where I felt your love

Take me to a place where I might feel your love again

A place that felt like home

A place that feels like home

I guess I’m lucky I had jokes

I’d never met you otherwise

That may not be true,

But it’s hard to believe I could do better than you

It’s hard to believe there is anything better than you

It makes me want to take you to our bedroom and lock the door,

Use my teeth to take your clothes off

Throw you on a bed and pull your hair

Ravish you in a way you’ve never been ravished

Repay you for loving me

I’m still surprised you ever did

It went great until it wasn’t great anymore

I’m still here because of you

Still trying to please you

It went bad so fast

It got sad so fast

Time to make a left turn off a cliff

Forget about the days I spent thinking about this,

And how it would feel when it happened

I fell in love and I never meant to

You became very important to me

I think you only like the beginning of things,

And our ending marked a new beginning

Perhaps, Perhaps...

Perhaps, Perhaps…

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

“Love” was invented to sell nylons,

Perhaps…

You’re born into this world alone,

Even if you’re a twin

You are the only one born at that exact moment

Perhaps, perhaps…

You die alone

Even in a plane crash,

You’re the only one who died at that exact moment

Perhaps…

The world has a bunch of rules

They distract you from these facts

You forget them

Never forget

Keep living like there’s no tomorrow,

Because there may not be one

Perhaps, perhaps…

Decide if you have everything or nothing

Living in the moment means “nothing” is “everything”

Perhaps…

They say that life goes on,

And it does,

But that might not be a good thing

Perhaps, perhaps…

We all lose someone one day

Someone important to us

It’s very painful

Perhaps…

You don’t know how long your life is going to last,

But it doesn’t end well for any of us

So move forward and hope you figure it out

Perhaps, perhaps…

Change is neither good or bad

It simply is

Greet it with joy or terror

Throw a tantrum to try and keep it the way it was

Do a dance to celebrate something new

One minute, you’re on top of the world with legs hanging down

One minute, someone’s running you over with a lawn mower

Perhaps…

Nothing good can come from revenge

Perhaps, perhaps…

Everyone makes a mistake from time to time

Perhaps…

Everyone can see what’s wrong with you,

Even when you can’t

Perhaps, perhaps…

Be careful what you wish for because you might get it

This can make others jealous

They might try and take it from you

Perhaps…

If you don’t take yourself seriously,

The world won’t either

Perhaps, perhaps…

Something good happens,

And then something bad happens

Perhaps…

You’re not the solution to my problems,

And I’m not the solution to yours

We’re just another problem for each other

Perhaps, perhaps…

No one is entitled to a fresh start

There’s no such thing

Life carries on

Perhaps…

No one is ever on your side

Perhaps, perhaps…

Throw everything out the window if a pretty face comes along

Perhaps…

Men don’t end things

We don’t have the time

We force you into a state of hate

It’s easier for us

Perhaps, perhaps…

Not every one can be what they want

There would be too many ballerina’s,

And the Space program has been shut down

Perhaps…

Sex is not the definition of being close to someone

Perhaps, perhaps…

Perhaps…

Fierce Powers

Fierce Powers

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

I want to tickle your fancy

I want to tickle any part of you

Take my hand and we will step off the edge

Play hop-scotch in the streets

Tempt the powers at work in this world

Fierce powers

There are powers at work in this world

Fierce powers

Give them a name

Good and evil

Good luck and bad luck

Take advantage of the good

Keep your chin up in the bad

You’re like a dream I don’t want to wake up from,

But I’m losing sleep

These dreams of how it could be for you and me

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

Praying it doesn’t drop hard

A natural disaster to push us apart

Get us counting dollars,

Instead of counting stars