All the best sins are committed after midnight
When corners hold the light at bay,
It's people that are bent
Over the bed, the bar, the back seat of a stranger's car
Shadows and silhouettes crowned king and queen
When darkness holds the center spotlight
firmly to its chest

But even the darkest among the throng,
whose steely bloodshot wicked gaze
is fixed upon the sidewalk's *****
can not delay the rising of the sun
And the birds,
the birds they sing for everyone.

I run into the melody.

the crimson sounds hug me.

i ever struck a still place.

it was a singing rose.

I want to be just like the sun.

Because after it sets,
it rises.

And I, too, will rise.

Every day she plants the starseeds
that grow into wishing flowers,
their petals fall down to the earth
and we call them meteor showers.

We beseech the celestial wanderers
and when our words reach her ears,
she makes all our biddings come true,
but each one is stained by her tears.

She yearned for one to call her own
in her garden above the clouds,
but to think of herself and not of the world,
her duty is disavowed.

And so the lonely Starwarden
only smiled on us from above.
She could not keep the wish of another
just because she wished for love.

You left.
You took my *******,
the ones that I was going*
to wear to the picnic.
How am I supposed
to eat potato
*salad now?

We shaved our nether parts with broken bottles to celebrate stupidity.

Some call it bi-polar
I prefer manic-depression
It fits us better with adequate expression
We live our life in swooping loops
We strive at our peak then it droops
And the doleful drudge is destitute
Until all progress stops and stoops
To a halt, face down in mud and roots

And then we rise
Called back to life by a guiding light held deep inside
Sorely self-aware, we work until we burst
Droll desperation, at our best when at our worst
"Wow you got your **** together you lost and soulless ruffian."
Then we hit our peak and it all starts back up again