your eye held me
down
melting in your pot
crumbling to fit in what you believe the world to be
and i gave you what you wanted-
worse part is
when i think back
i don’t think i could keep myself
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speed limit
never too fast
only the wrong lane/
leaving behind regret
going too slow
grandmaster
fighting- you are way above my level
just joined the game and you’re a grandmaster
to avoid disaster i need to be better faster
hold on just a little longer-
i can catch up
can’t learn to be a goddess
but i can learn to look into the sun-
this server; you let me in
against all odd calling in the will
of a grandmaster
silver key
yielding at gates
crossing would be the end-
watching from the window
chariots and kids screaming with bows and bows
gods feeding horses
thunder storms at the tips of fingers
the heat of the furnace lingers:
crossing would be the end-
pleasure on a patterned plate
love on patterned sheets
sleets of snow below my feet
and now i am yielded at the gates-
watching kids play with bows and bows
and i see the end in bright lights
a silver key in my left and the lock in my right
but
i don’t belong
banana loaf as tribute
might as well be mud pie
for tribute to a god
trouble wall
trouble is i’ve avoided the trouble for so long i can’t remember when the trouble was at my front door
trouble is i hate the trouble
trouble is that last one was a lie
i never use to be this way
trouble is now that i want the trouble all the trouble that i have put to the side
has come back
but
trouble doesn’t seem so troubling with you
you make the trouble feel like a box that we can step on together
and i can see the trouble
was only something that stood here- until you got here
i fuck with lasagna
running off lasagna energy-
i will remember these faces
the ones here now when all was muddy
my day one buddy
chillin’ blastin’ kid cudi;
we are all mr rager
hotline
i question you
your existence your plans your methods
which books you open when you have your own question
who answers your calls when you feel lost
do you feel mortal anxiety- depression
do you eat ice cream and watch twenty-seven dresses
to forget how she use to wear all those dresses-
do you ever wish, you could be us:
live, bleed, and die
do you ever wish we’d forget your number
so the line would be silent so you can catch up on game of thrones
do you paint on your spare time
smoke cook fuck read on your spare time
or is it just us
jukebox
love makes you do crazy things
spending everything for a second
she has me in the alley selling pennies
playing quarters with nickles
sitting on first after a triple
just for this dance:
and we will lock eyes as our paths join
fingers sway to the music all through your loin
oh me oh my your fragrance floats on by
smelling from my eye your beauty teaches me how to fly
and when the wind stops and your hair falls down your cheek
my lips fall into yours decomposing my knees oh so heavenly weak
and after a quarter
the song will end
to find another quarter
will be my long life quest
to dance again
my lovely empress
three women – thank you
you watched me fall
you watched me climb, still watching
i know in her visions i am never stopping
a workhorse, mane and all
and i thank you for that:
dreaming on days when i can’t sleep
moving forward when my feet feel like concrete
living when i wasn’t sure how too
and i could never repay you-
i find myself wondering where you are,
if you’re still in the same city, playing the same guitar:
i left on a broken down car in the middle of a storm
lost in memories, in a jeep, with a ghost and you
no phone, no address, no one
a seven on my arm drawn in charcoal
the same one i drew on a casket not an hour earlier
and i haven’t seen you since
i hope you made it out of the storm too-
i love you- with only nine lines i couldn’t begin to explain
the light that i see in you, it is blinding
and i don’t need my mask, exposed to all of you;
it feels fucking great
your body in my hands warms my soul
my heart beats out of my chest when you’re near
and it’s been like that since you’re light touched me-
you’ll change the world, you’ve already changed mine
thank you
podium lows
can’t finish first every time
you’ll finish short
and watch someone else cross your finish line-
i know
i know you can’t win them all but you were the one
so this one hits harder
everything feels so much farther
just watch the podium
this one wasn’t yours
they’ll talk about it for a week
and you’ll be gone
but be back
it was just one race
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