When you die  I want to carry you
Through the lines of tears

And lift you up
On the wings you gave me

There are no oceans but yours
There is no music but your voice

And every day I can hear them well

When you die I want to die with you
And live forever
In the heaven you made

Blood in my eyes
Tells me I'm wise
For letting go

But I was never there
To care
From the beginning

All my hope for love
And evil, too
Trusted to you
And you let go

My bones are broke
My wallet, too
There's a scar inside
And there's no cut deeper

His plenty health
The beating breath
Beats with his heart
Abounding

Born from bed,
The fountain of the sun
Bathes him

His majesty
In the tower sky
Unfolding fast
The blinding day

Love him,
The laugh of the world
King of tomorrow
And every day

The will to live
Is as simple as knowing,
"I don't want to die"

And if you have the will to live
You have the will
For anything

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

I think I could know
How you might feel about her.
I can see it,
The way she makes you smile.
But honestly, you arn't the same
Beside her.
Waiting for boy's night out
Ain't ever gonna be my style.

I remember when you were a rebel,
Just a renegade without a plan.
I can see, somehow, she's got you dreaming
Of playing house.
Think of what you're doing, brotherman!

Can't you see beyond her glamour?
She's cast a wicked spell on you.
That thing you feel for which you clamor,
It ain't true love; don't think she loves you, too.

I know it's not my place to tell you that she's posing,
And posting up inside your bed to get Some of your dough.
Who am I but some kind of little tag along?
But I can see the hurt she's going to put you through...

I'm sorry, Dude.
I don't mean to be a blocker.
Not that anything else could stand
Between you and her,
The pixie with her fairy dust.
All your priorities have been re-arranged.

Every time we meet she has to be a part of it.
It's not my business, but I just don't want to see.
When the lies unfurl,
I don't want you to be mad at me,
For having been the one to have tell you all about her scheming ways.

She knows I know.
She's as sly as night is shady.
When she whispers your name after dark
With her lilt,
You don't care a thing about your pride.
You give it all to her.
Everything you've got to give
Before she even ask for it.
You give it all to her,
Everything, Everything,
Everything to her...

So, I'm giving up
The Times we spend together.
I know right now you're chasing after your high.
I'll still love you
As much as any brother.
I'll be here for you whenever you find the time.

I'm sorry, Dude.
I don't aim to be a blocker.
Not that anything else could stand
Between you and her,
The pixie with her fairy dust.
All your priorities have been re-arranged.

I think I could know,
How you might feel about her.
I can't blame you,
But open up your eyes.
A girl like her
Is never going to be faithful.
Not to you, or anyone she knows.

So, I'm giving up
The Times we spend together.
I know right now you're out chasing your high.
When you hurt, just know that I hate it for you.
Maybe, next time, you won't brush everything else aside.

One day I'll be out strolling.
Or maybe pool, or bowling.
There'll come a time
When the binds
Of fruitless love no longer keep.
One day we'll fly
To far off never ever land.
And leave this past behind.

There'll come a day,
And come what may,
We will pick back up where we let it go,
That's how we roll.

I think I could know
How you feel about her.
What made you think
That's something I couldn't know.
Yes, I will miss you,
Don't want to kiss you,
No ****, Bro,
I love you.
But for now,
I need to let you go.

I'm sorry, Dude.
I don't aim to be a blocker -
Not that anything else could stand
Between you and her,
The pixie with her fairy dust.
All your priorities have been re-arranged.

[{THE INTOXICATED POET}}
the break of dawn found me on the
floor
morning rays seeped in my room
my eyes squinted from the blinding
glare
streaming through the oculus on the
ceiling
through my hazy focus i could view
majestic morning universe in full
glamour
my dizzy eyelids blinked in
succession
trying to accustom to the brilliance
as i tried to turn this battered frame
sharp pain halted my mission
besides the noise from flora
i could correctly count the rhythmic
pulse of my heart
my head throbbed like gong
i breathed deeply trying to clear the
cloud
from my wasted minds
stale smell of puke wisped into my
nasal cavity
the smell of fermentation was
overwhelming
i tried to rewind my mind
backtracking was herculean test
memory was gone i couldn't
remember nothing
the cold carpet was biting
my hungry stomach was grumbling
i was gnawed in every part of my
misused shell
there alone i lay promising my body
heavens
this is a story about yesterday
the tale of my sipping life
alcoholism as my next to kin
clubbing as the order of the day
i should search the lords face
so as he can remove this cup of
intoxication
from thy face and the will of the
bartender not be done
am adamant of divorcing the beer
bottle
{{this another one from the dumb
speaker}}

When someone uses this word
It seems very funny  
But it's not funny.
Because this word is
Trying to define you
In one single derogatory
Word.
It's trying to wrap up
All of you're feelings
All of this hesitant love
And cram them into
One
Judgmental
**Word.