running off lasagna energy-
i will remember these faces
the ones here now when all was muddy
my day one buddy
chillin’ blastin’ kid cudi;
we are all mr rager
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
running off lasagna energy-
i will remember these faces
the ones here now when all was muddy
my day one buddy
chillin’ blastin’ kid cudi;
we are all mr rager
i question you
your existence your plans your methods
which books you open when you have your own question
who answers your calls when you feel lost
do you feel mortal anxiety- depression
do you eat ice cream and watch twenty-seven dresses
to forget how she use to wear all those dresses-
do you ever wish, you could be us:
live, bleed, and die
do you ever wish we’d forget your number
so the line would be silent so you can catch up on game of thrones
do you paint on your spare time
smoke cook fuck read on your spare time
or is it just us
you watched me fall
you watched me climb, still watching
i know in her visions i am never stopping
a workhorse, mane and all
and i thank you for that:
dreaming on days when i can’t sleep
moving forward when my feet feel like concrete
living when i wasn’t sure how too
and i could never repay you-
i find myself wondering where you are,
if you’re still in the same city, playing the same guitar:
i left on a broken down car in the middle of a storm
lost in memories, in a jeep, with a ghost and you
no phone, no address, no one
a seven on my arm drawn in charcoal
the same one i drew on a casket not an hour earlier
and i haven’t seen you since
i hope you made it out of the storm too-
i love you- with only nine lines i couldn’t begin to explain
the light that i see in you, it is blinding
and i don’t need my mask, exposed to all of you;
it feels fucking great
your body in my hands warms my soul
my heart beats out of my chest when you’re near
and it’s been like that since you’re light touched me-
you’ll change the world, you’ve already changed mine
thank you
can’t finish first every time
you’ll finish short
and watch someone else cross your finish line-
i know
i know you can’t win them all but you were the one
so this one hits harder
everything feels so much farther
just watch the podium
this one wasn’t yours
they’ll talk about it for a week
and you’ll be gone
but be back
it was just one race
practice makes perfect
perfect is how i see you
you are part of a dream i live
live on a mountain with only your echo
echo the night where you taught me how to live
live to see the beauty of you
you are the beauty i watch so perfect
perfect how i feel when we practice
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
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