Are we the Craft, or is the planet?

Craftsmen or the hammer?

 

I wonder,

as we destroy everything left from past

are we doin’ enough or we all assed.

Kickin’ down the mast

trigger finger it’s all been a blast-

facts.

 

Blaming the bomb when we’re the trigger

had enough to say no but still with the vigor

never a quitter

enough of the litter

and pick of the pieces and nail these boards together

get your shit together, Heather.

the transferred and borrowed minds-

heads in the clouds

channeling our current

and it’s fluent

sittin’ on the side bein’ truant.

The almighty-

 

channeled the weather in bare palms- wrath

sinking ships- casualties in the thousands

the ten warnings written on a bathroom stall

 

shit was laughable. Borrowed mind from the bottom of a pint,

screaming torture and

something I couldn’t pronounce,

maybe not of this language or of a fathomed world

maybe not one we’re not taught

or he is just a drunk with droll hangin’ from his lip.

 

 

Everything we think we love

it ain’t nothing but a brand name.

 

Such a soul, sold it the other day

this right here is hand-made

pump out four a day

but everyday

we love love

like it didn’t kick our fuckin’ ass

just yesterday you were a fuckin’ mess

called twice picked you up at a pub

hopin’ not to make the twenty-seven club.

 

Still hear that alarm

daggers through the drums

sellin’ our self market our flow

to everyone else

just nothin’ but a brand name

just to get a taste of class fame

it’s to tame such a shame

walkin’ the path to reclaim my first name

the lords baby

a righteous little maybe.

I guess it’s just the kid in me

feelin’ free

sippin’ on something smokin’ a little weed

it’s a tree passin’ out papers

bunch of jokers passin’ out lasers-

just a bunch of bull shit

deal with it everyday

passin’ the seconds minutes and hours

till you meet me in the shower

honestly spreadin’ firepower

come and find you beat the rush hour.

Just come and kick it like Jackie Chan

I watch you kill it I’m your biggest fan

it’s my game plan to sit on the bleachers

say some cheesy shit talk about all your features

and I’ll love them all till closing time

this just isn’t another rhyme.

We just some motherfuckin’ kids~

 

Wanting to go back-

video games and a cold drink

waking up when the sky is done

and toasting to the lives we will always live-

 

boy were we fuckin’ crazy,

still- the pizza was better then

way too much sugar callin’ it two AM parties

not much-needed but you know when it’s gettin’ started

all the boys and a battle plan

just a far away planet and two controllers

stayin’ alive on kool aid and frozen pizza-

 

the easier days, only problem was runnin’ out of batteries

runnin’ out of retries

carin’ about what was the next episode

never whats gonna be our next meal

feedin’ dimensions of our mind we tuned out

travelin’ dimensions to escape the tunnel vision.

so far apart it’s a different dimension

this path can be too difficult to mention

to atone for the wars fought to break tension.

 

I like to think we never left that war,

sittin’ aside full of pride eatin’ a side of fries-

pardon- step away from the tv

nothin’ left but to fly away on this banshee.

It was the day:

We hold it dear and would never let it go,

run

wild and free and the world crumbles beneath our stomp.

The day you took a chance on us.

What the fuck is time~

 

find me on the next flight out

couldn’t wait a second longer

the night would only make me smaller

what if I’m gone, what the fuck you gon’ think then?

It’s all just dreams, but feels like a reality,

no destination, flying high and landing in a place more homey

miss my honey, stopped to see her

but just for a little had to catch my flight.

 

Taking shots and fighting the likes

makin’ more then I’d plan and they’ll kiss my ass to get a piece.

They all here while the lights on,

the nights are just as quiet as ever

chasing the stragglers away with a bloody rewrite.

It’d better be worth it

strong here and no abortion

filling out these titles not extortion

I’m still here just not on the surface.

so just let me in, let me in

 

five stars at the holiday inn

it’s twelve and time for a nooner

call it a midday win-

 

has been living in deerskin

screamin’ its a wolf

shut ya mouth

bring it closer

creepin’ so low

the wolf won’t smell us.

 

so let em in- let em in;

it six in the evening, had dinner twice

plates on the kitchen counter still full

deserts already served.

 

 

Chasing the breeze with a kite

living in the sky

I’m always sayin’ I won’t change but

I ain’t the same

 

everything is different,

and it’s for the best. Movin’ up and down

through the city, makin’ moves

fuse defused

walkin’ in my shoes.

Heavy isn’t it?

Can’t pick up the phone

it’s to heavy, wait until quarter till

and drop the call.

Not even a hint of regret

it’s the cold that gives me pause,

and the hint of your paws

that drops my jaw.

 

But is it enough-

I can’t complain,

don’t know what you’re missin’

shame on you-

another ones trash

is another ones treasure,

momma said that once

and I keep hittin’ that thrift store

shop till ya drop

and I’ll give

when I wasn’t asked-

that’s on me