Writing, Ideas, & Stories
i love stories of builders
starting with a dream
everyone telling them
they’ll be nothing, your dream
is one in a million
not a chance
try something the world will appreciate ,
the next part is all the same
‘fuck ’em’
theye built castles
skyscrappers
tested the logic of humans
carved the sacred sky
burned their names;
they knew it would take time
sleepless nights
the will of a builder
to keep moving forward
after the world
had already given up
on you
something new
with an old twist
breaking habits
is harder then pulling teeth
we walked away
again again & again
we find the same place
on time or another
we slow the train to jump off
only to chase it back down
i wonder
what we missed
while running on the outside
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
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
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.
changed her favorite song
never heard the end of it
she hummed it the whole way home
it was her pursuit to happiness
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
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
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)
Saint's Muse 