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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
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
i walked a line
that was drawn for me
words were not my friend i found comfort in the arms of another
before the pen was my pillow
i needed you to find the center of a tootsie roll pop
i couldn’t rely on my own will
on my own path
on my own words
bleeding was just casual
love was always occasionally
direction was always running in after the bell rang on a monday morning with one shoe and no backpack;
always after the test was done-
always after the she found another-
always too late
i have known you
walked with you
seen you walk through fire and get burned
but you believed you wouldn’t-
i have seen others walk the same
but i put worship in your bowl
i thought you were immune
but you are human like the rest of us
skin on your bones love and hate in your heart
balanced- in your eyes i see you have
changed.
not the same fluff in your step
but i envy you
not everyone could have taken that leap into a world of question
so i leave the worship in your bowl
i think you will get through the fire
next time-
Saint's Muse 