The Best Kind

The Best Kind
By Kyle Oakeson

The best kind of people
Don’t ask you to love them
They ask you to let them
Love you.

I feel sorry

I feel sorry
For all those good people out there
Who I ever offended
Or stepped on
Or have forgotten

I feel sorry
For the people in need
Who I never reached out to
Who I ignored
Who I never met
And they needed me

I feel sorry
That I have it so good in life
And I go around proud
Or when I have it good in life
And I go around humbly
--I ought to just be grateful
That’s all

I feel sorry
for all of you
Who I really never knew
And it almost seems too late now

I feel sorry
That I took all your time
Talking about me
And you couldn’t tell me
Anything about you

I feel sorry
That I’ve spent so much of my life
Trying to figure out how the world works
Only to realize that it works so simply
That it doesn’t take a genius to appreciate it

I feel sorry
That the time I spent telling you these things
You could have told me about yourself
And I could have made an effort
To help make your life better
Make it the way you want it to be
Make it much happier
Make it more appreciative
More loving
More friendly
Better. Just better.

I feel sorry
That this time I took of yours
Telling you all these things
Could have been spent helping others
Or helping yourself
Cause you need it more than I do
More than they do.

I feel sorry
That I offended you
When I told you
you were wasting your time
right now
listening to me
tell you what to do
because you probably already knew

I feel sorry
That this is my best effort at motivating you
To do the things you need to
But every little bit counts

I feel sorry
That I feel sorry at all
Because really
There is nothing
To be sorry for
At all

Life is something to be happy about
To find the good in
And when you find something good
Something you’re happy about
You want to share it with everyone

That’s how I really feel
I don’t feel sorry at all
There’s nothing to ever be
Sorry about
So stop saying it

And then there was 1

And then there was 1
By Kyle Oakeson

He stood up straight and walked away
Just hoping and dreaming and waiting for the day
He had a knife in his side
Only in me could he confide

Way back when there were only 2two
Or 1ten or 1twelve that he really knew
His whole world was flying high
And they flipped it over and then said goodbye

You think you’ve got your head around
What you want from life you haven’t found
And any day you might say things could change
So you toss your hair pull back your bangs

You’re leaving him out in the rain
This knife of yours is lots of pain
You shy away cause you’re afraid
You’re losing him to the grand parade

So stand up straight and walk away
Keep waiting for the better day
You’ll never find it if you don’t take a stand
You’ll keep fading off into never land

And there was 1one.

Water is my Element

Water is my element,
You know, rain, river tide?
People need it for life,
It’s the fiercest of strife.
They complain when it’s there;
They complain when it’s not there.
They rejoice at its coming;
They love to play on its ripples.
Water goes on a straight course,
Isn’t held back for long,
So determined, resolute,
So powerful and strong.
I wonder if the moon knows the power she holds,
To pull me towards her
And to push me away?
I wonder if she knows that I’m thinking of her,
Or if she cares that I’m trapped in her magnetic field.
Oh, if only she knew, what would I do!?
But she’ll never make it
She’s too caught up in her own little world.
The same thing that ties me to this mass of rock,
Holds her at a distance, we’ll never touch.
But it doesn’t hurt to dream, does it?
I guess in the meantime I’ll just keep being pulled
And pushed away from it all.
And one day I’ll marry the maiden of the shore
Who waited for her love to return from the coast
But he never came,
He was narcissus and fell in the pool
Where he drowned—I’m sure you heard.
He wasn’t that great anyway,
Just a story, a fable, a myth
One that I will never forget.
Water is my element, you know?
I’m sure you can figure out the rest