just missing, this;
the solace of my bed
the warmth of your perfume
carries me
to treetops east of here
a better place,
i’ve seen it in cotton sheets
but never with brown eyes
hold- me
Category: Writing
monkey king; all blue
i want the whole world-
you can’t have it
you’re over reachin’
don’t bother tryin’-
i want it all-
stop sleepin’
always dreamin’
this life isn’t for you boy
give up dreamin’-
this world is mine,
all mine-
in for a bruisin’
crusin’ on empty streets boy just lose it
the streets are callin’
come back just lose it-
maybe their right;
but maybe
maybe not
left, right left
always late
the face wandering home
left right left
head down
whip at the sound of a screech
a slow turn back
left right left
nothing new
still the same piece of trash
that they left last week
left right left
she didn’t show up
candle wax spills over double chocolate
sweet sixteen.
the kid
changed her favorite song
never heard the end of it
she hummed it the whole way home
it was her pursuit to happiness
forgotten one – or – the last chance – mm maybe the secret kiss
i’ve seen this film before
the title is new
the cast is slightly tweaked
brought in a new female lead
comedy relief rotates out
setting vibrant and quiet
never a sequel,
waits for the paycheck and hits the road
just the same genre
same ending
thursday night disco,
it wasn’t better
just not worse
grey matter
transit hearse,
parked outside my bedroom window
driver smoking a spirit
late for the disco
our final pierrot;
you were always taking pictures
body reads like braille
just not how pictured
white veil for sale
sedated
poison breath
days gone by
melting love
daily dose
hate when we curse at each otha’ (hey)
sedated with
dancing gods
filled with love
passion forth
just to sit and lie to each other (eh)
campfire;
i found you,
actually you found me
wounded on one knee
singing the hook of live free,
you make fun of my hair
i loved your passing trains
stories about your loved ones
i still do
i always will
here we are
still telling stories
cut
i didn’t believe
so you left,
your dreams were to big
for my eyes
floating to a planet
that i didn’t know existed,
i see you on tv from time to time
talking about your rhymes in your prime
how you dropped bedtime for a dime,
i remember those times,
you’d like me more now
you’re a beast out in tao
never needed any vow
just someone to do it all with
you came to early
eyes still pearly
walkin’ to 7-11 for a slurpee
not giving a shit
it’s the end of that skit
the human way
it’s only over
when you’ve given up
making the minutes count
all the love we can amount
all the great things we can see
all the great things we can be
i’ll be here tomorrow
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