I’ll never miss or be late
take a day for granted-
every day won’t be a bliss
but your love is
a chant or a fan club
you have here with me
a treasure I’ll wear around my wrist
dedicated till they remove my arm.
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
I’ll never miss or be late
take a day for granted-
every day won’t be a bliss
but your love is
a chant or a fan club
you have here with me
a treasure I’ll wear around my wrist
dedicated till they remove my arm.
It wasn’t just a hint-
came bursting on the scene
not a cameo
this role was made for you
no tights but I’ll be there for you
not a stunt double will enjoy the view-
you told me this was my golden year
then that makes you my golden girl
loads of pearls
bottom of the ocean, show you all the world.
Cheesy, maybe, but it’s times like this
that remind me I still have a heartbeat
so hold on sweetheart
and wait for the downbeat
you have the main main seat.
Chances are – I’ve hit the top.
Seen the blistering clouds up close
let it rinse around,
made the moves that melted the rim
treasure the memories it wasn’t very grimm-
Not a hymn but a melody,
a rhyme sippin’ on something without a lime
and a loss of time.
Sittin’ in a dark room
countin’ trophies on the wall
watchin’ them set a blaze. A fire
as the past burns to the ground
time was found and it’s a pile of ash.
It’s time to build a new
shelf from scratch. Without a match
make another catch send a another rap
write-
trophies are just symbol of the past
so the path will be blocked
a ghost in the ash
myself from the past
sweepin’ away the trash
as I write a new path.
Something easy
didn’t think of it
just showed up and what did I make of it:
it’s just lovely
a flowing petal of glory
maybe not glory
way more beauty
just a glory to look upon you and see you
really see you
a warmth in your soul brings me to my knees
a light in your eyes- what I hope you see in mine
maybe in time, I’ll hold it all and
I’d like to make my self believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that i’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
Cause everything is never as it seems,
except you, and I love it all
I’ll take it all sayin’
don’t mind if I do.
sing it,
It was a sign-
Will we pass on it
or make it last
you’ve seen me in my mask
bit of the past
link and it’ll pass
I’ll meet you at mass
lovin’ till the days have past
making them last
will be back here to make it the last
and will drink to that.
Clarity- figure all this out,
a problem I didn’t do the math to get.
Waiting by the window, a force
is on its way just sit and enjoy the view
comfortably, didn’t know
breathing would be this easy
an inhaler when I’m coughin’
tossin’ and you’re the cover
when it’s cold out. Just a smile
from you and I’ll carry it
like a trophy from my little one
hold me down, calm me down
and you’re still around.
It’s a full day, a break in May
beggin’ you to stay
the lens of my mind a true find
one of a kind and I’m sleeping fine.
You take away the pain and I thank you for that
If I ever get the chance, bet I’m paying you back.
I’mma be waiting for that
Hoth
it’s to hott to blow over-
I can’t just
let it go.
can’t ask me to let myself go
or
to love.
I-
I find the canel of fucking love
to be treacherous, like Hoth,
icey hot.
A golden oar
the price was steep
and I’ll be in debt forever
but I’m paddling.
This is the river
and I’m paddling.
What would you have done?
Hiding in plain sight
reading between the lines-
a loss of word.
It’ll keep you up
heartbeat in your palms
and tempted-
it’s a memory.
The rant of a yesterday boy
and today is a day not
for day dreams.
Helpless then but I can
today, said by the boy yesterday
and the day before
the day before
day before.
Well I well I well I
feel like this is it
either all in or all out
won’t tap out fear these words from my mouth
pull it out find the figure pull the trigger now you’re done talkin’ shit
now that’s a foul one-
too dizzy to pull up on.
but this is different shit
feedin’ me all that different shit
bullshit is still bullshit tell me the light has changed
we’re still unchanged until I become unchained and peel off this paint-
some beastly shit
still can’t touch me though
it’s easier to say you’re a ghost then to say you touched me
so just keep your hands fallin’ through
no follow tho and we keep up on
all these ghosts we sight seein’ but it was nice meetin’
just play some duck hunt and leave me alone.
Chasing and the road
falls
a pit
and it’s gone.