Be there when I wake up

Breathe the words I cannot say

Fill empty dreams of a future I never believed in

Unless your there when I wake up.

Tonight is the night beneath moxie stars

Tracing the future with your fingers.

Night of constellations shaping 

Cheap beer and a dented pick-up truck.

Mapping the path you wish to take

Hoping too take

Before

The night ends
The stars will show me.

Ignite the flame under your ass

Get up it’s hot

Motivation to the max

Maximum effort

It’s not gonna get done

Without a little effort

With all your effort

A spit shine shines the brightest.

Crushed berries

Mixing into drinks

Serving two hundred a night.

Crushed silence

Echoing through deliquent halls

Serving one hundred a night

Maybe one or two more

Maybe only one

Screaming into darkness

Thousand nobodies turn their heads

Blinking mildly to fear scoped eyes.

Feast your eyes

the great being is here:

standing before you

kneeling besides you

cooking next door

walking the dog down the street

playing a gig at the bar

crying at a cemetery

kissing in a chapel

stuck in traffic on the way to work to their nine to five job they hate

seeing their new born baby for the first time.

 

No one can fit in those jeans.

You have to be born with the right genes.

Work hard or get lucky to get a golden ticket.

Fly across the city

Under thousands of lights

be the one you want to see

Above shimmering mirrors.

R.I.P

Stormed beaches

raining bullets

and red sand drowning nameless corpses.

Fresh lies fill the boats

headed back to the beaches

without an umbrella.

Sizing up names

asked if they own flip flops

and if you enjoy beach weather.

Tiles cracking under my feet.

Soft ivory path dissolves

Before my toes.

Tiles change into sharp needles

Stealing life from naked heels.

Moving through a forest of needles

Is impossible with a warning sign

That reads:

Move with caution.

The tunnel is dark

the locker room

quiet waiting for someone to speak.

Twenty-eight to three, what do you do?

The talons of the Falcon are sharp

ripping through fleeing garment.

Twenty-eight to three.

 

The ball is in the zone

twice

Talons hiding

under a bench

while the

Patriot makes history.

trials.

Blink twice if your still here

In the dark room

looking for a god to save you.

Your not alive if your not searching.

Blink twice if you can hear me

digging into the earth

for my own grave.

Shh, do you smell that?