today is a challenge
challenge of a step
on a spiral staircase
around an oak tree
towards the moon;
you’ll find the top to be lonely and the bottom tempting
like a swimming pool
Tag: Fears
purity in the eyes of spirits
chase like the wind runs after its mother
without thought the words find their life;
the words sleep and find their way
pure and it’s a dream
never lay with ambition;
turns the dream into a nightmare
loses the nature and the beauty
the spirits that made these word
will hold them captive
the spirits made these words
and they’ll take them back
icy legs
never questioned the answer
from worried lips
shaking like winter is here
the long night is upon us;
you lied-
i know you did but you pretend like i don’t
and like tomorrow will wash it away
scrub and scrub
i can still feel your words biting at my skin
never questioned your answer because it was the truth
in that moment; in that moment
your truth was words found burried underground
and you sold them to me for half off-
lies lie lies
spin your web
i’ll wait here, to see how far you’ll go
piccolo pete released in a church
patience was a gift;
gift from a screaming child
with a torch burning down the rafters-
as the smoke fills this locked shrine
my sense of justice leaves my eyes
the stained glass melts through my palms
the child hands me the torch
vanishes
into the black of the night
like a piccolo pete
fear of the planet
flying and you are the wings
the ground is the past
we’re above that now
sinking ships we’re all afloat now
focused on me and now i’m in lift off
two seats and rain checks cashed in
a lime or two and soft skin
i see your moves and the way you spin
girl i wonder where you have been
when i was on the ground
flapping my wings like an idiot
just wanting to leave the ground
sitting on a borrowed porch
on a porch
not my porch, a quiet family owns this porch
they go away on the weekends
i like to imagine they have a country house so their kids can play-
i feel apart of it when i sit here
the tire swing
star-gazing past our bedtime
never going to sleep cold,
on the porch
i go to sleep tucked in with a kiss on the cheek
but like a dream it’ll end
in the morning they’ll return
and i’ll be gone
Jet Fuel
Woke up this morning
With a bright idea
Maybe I can exist
Forever right here:
pulled up with two to my name
nothing but a dream of fame
the lonely girl in the back screamin’ same
i’ll be here longer then you expected
spread all this magic i’ve collected
screamin’ louder then all ya’ll projected
change in the moment
change for the moment
singin’ over this fountain drinkin’ your bestowment
flyin’ high feelin’ real cool(cool)
stylin’ smoke chillin’ i’ll never run out of jet fuel
until I run out of jet fuel
Fate in your hands
While you’re waitin’ for me
I’m already there
Fallin’ in deep
Now is only now
Head back to the ground, dear
war on all fronts
the road;
a misunderstanding
broken trust landing
the sign said lover demanding-
a fools game played with fools gold
and i am in debt
not a risk or trust fall
takes money to make money
kitty poster on the wall
a misunderstanding
account overdrawn
a broken trust landing
never a i’ll be right there always a hang on
the sign said lover demanding-
under the red river walk-on
the squandered pawn shop
pumping muscle out of my vessel
traded for a penny for the ferry
jet tail on the sea front gambling on freedom
away from black crossbones away from eden
treason, the road will wash up, defeated
a wanderer through toxic space
and through that space
he sought a moment
a moment where space wasn’t suffocating
and they could breathe;
away from these fumes left from yesterday
the suffering of those before left to rot
to choke the present
and the gift was this moment-
where we let our guard down;
let the space travel past
arms open wide
a space
where existing isn’t a bother
a crime
where existing is a gift
a letter stapled my jersey
it wasn’t a hurdle
just a motion
to be better
Saint's Muse 