No one tells you
How boys with pretty eyes
Who smell like smoke
Who taste like stars
Who talk like gold
Are the reason behind
Tear stained sheets
Broken dreams
And silent screams
They forgot to mention
How boys with sad smiles
Who smell like rain
Who taste like pain
Who talk like hope
Are the reason behind
Torn hearts
Sad eyes
And sleepless nights

Albums, collections of songs,
A collection of words
brought together
to right, wrongs
or just to hurt
they're there forever.

Somewhere.

Old recordings
on vinyl
or hand written on papers.
New recordings
still on vinyl
but more objected to haters.

To be

easily accessed
and heard by everyone
fans or not,
torn to shreds
when criticised, a song
is unappreciated for what

amount of effort

the artist went through
to create something new
and original
just for you,
for your ears. To view,
to be a signal.

That originality

isn't dead
or dying
or even injured
but instead
living
to be heard

by millions around the world.

I want to make her delve into something new
Not anything she's used to
Totally changing it up
She deserves to have some fun
Making my heart on the run
Diverting me from misery sung
I'm going to make her words burr
And her voice stuff
With raw pleasure
Its hard to measure
My fervid ambition to make her happy
I know I'm naughty and sappy
That's what I like

It landed upon your arm
As if it was a branch to rest
But it tickled your flesh
And in your distress
You took its breath

I guess I have stayed in Europe for years and enduring dishes strange to my tongue
But I believe this isn't it because I can feel the sun doing what it does best to our skins
The cravings the heart and mind has constructed for this much longed for meal can't be tamed
But I know this dish is forbidden by the systems and the divines that guide us

With my selfish and wicked soul, I stole a look
And the look it offered was pleasing to my misled mind
With unguided pleasure I bit into the treasured unripe fruit
Still green but sweet on the first bite
The juice on my tongue struggled to resist another bite
A bite, a bite another bite and I was eating
The fruit was eaten all but the fruit was not finished

Before I finished eating, I was satisfied
The joy of the consummation was short-lived
I needed to eat more to keep the state
But that fruit was forbidden till I owned the three
The sweet bite and stolen meal left me ashamed of the light that's in me