Writing, Ideas, & Stories
have it playin’ every day repeat
livin’ on my mind can’t delete
here for the front door not the back street
all these feeling i got are real not abstract baby concrete
soft sheets rip up the receipt feeling on my heartbeat
have it playin’ every day repeat
hold the key give a down beat
this view is amazing , gave me the window seat
down and out never admit defeat
holding down the fort never scream retreat
have it playin’ every day repeat
i never ran away with doubt
danced with greed
or slept with fear,
it was always clear vision-
no second thoughts of where i needed to be
who i needed to be
i have seen them laying and waiting
for me to slip up;
but i have left them behind
feet no longer on the ground
cut a whole in the boat they’ve all drowned
snuck out at night never made a sound
and they won’t see my number again on that answering machine
they’ll see me from a distance with you
jealous talking shit, but i’ll never split
i worry i will run out of things to write about
run out of emotions or events
a friend asked me about it
i never thought about it
just cocky shit just here all about it
truth is- i see the art everywhere i go
a color in a store a shirt passing by a couple holding hands
a day ago a year ago-
my favorite, i will write about the same event in different ways
different metaphors different emotions
like a camera at a new angel
always capturing myself
a still in time
i know you,
i have read all about you from the books you have lent me
from the tv show episodes i binge watch every night before bed
front of the line for the movie adaptation that we hope will be good
and if it is not- i will still love it
show up early to your classes
stay after for office hours-
not worried i would fail the class,
just want to know everything
seen it before
this is the part of the story were i start a fire;
same book, different page-
so lets burn the book
set fire to nights reflecting on those pages,
stay up all night and write new ones
laugh a little more love a lot harder
let you know that i will never run away
never be the one to be consumed by fire
i have been so tired
of this book- seared pages- same ending- new flames
not this time,
i am not the human tourch
or controlled by these fears-
we will write a new one
call it the kiddle
so no fire will come close
i never have to tell you
but i always want to remind you
the way you speak reminds me of a river creek
subtle and calm holding me tight in the center of your palm
the charm of a scale- always in balance no force no malice;
the way you love- secret to your sauce isn’t three spoons of sugar
it’s your hands through my hair like a comb here or gone
i’ve never felt so at home
beat of your heart moves my train and your lips are the fuel
never cruel a precious jewel and it’s all in your eyes
and i’ll never part ties
brisk breeze is a pattern
bringing bad news is your pattern
can’t catch a break find me on saturn
never coming back to earth it is a disaster
it is the end i guess
the earth looks flat from up here
tear in my eye end of fears
no worries from humans
when humans never existed
twisted-
i never worried about the end
it will come when it comes and i will have front row seats
meeting me in the lobby
and i am gone;
no one saves the princess in this one
dares to dance with death with this one
drop this and go get my machine gun
take the good and get away with my son
no one saves the princess in this one
time to laugh has come and time to run
soul on the way chips played an one
money made playin’ shotgun
money made that’s an earned run
talkin’s shit that’s a hit and run
wakin’ on a midnights sun
hey- livin’ long enough to outrun
never one and done
you are the only one
no one saves the princess in this one
can anyone here me- anyone
i fear the truth
and the power it holds;
so i cushion it with lies
fill fear with content like a stuffed bear
that bear is with me every night
never unkind or withering away
a shield against-
but i feel it moving
inside the bears belly slithering
like a snake- poising slowly
the bear can’t hold on
only on the cold nights but the others
when the bear isn’t enough
the snake runs wild and strangles
as i sleep –
as i sleep
i looked you in the eyes
and i took your words as gospel
preacher of the light
the filler of void
an anchor in the middle of the ocean
and on this cruise, you were the voice of reason
that outfit you can wear during any season-
i pray to you;
before thy i kneel and worship the grace you give
the challenge in your eyes gives strength to those
that can’t will themselves from bed
that can’t summon the strength
that wish for change and are granted borrowed time from your generous hands
that you for the gifts wrapped in neat bows
an angel from below i thought sent to curse
to burn
yet you tend to my gardens
for i
for i am only a humble poet
a dancer of water for the moons wishes
a singer for those souls that cherish the moments that never end
and you granted my wish
for that;
i will love in my borrowed time
i will write about your words
about your beauty
about this life, from this view
Saint's Muse 