I saw you steal
a thought from me
I thought you saw
what I could see
I think you think
It would have set you free
But now my minds in you
and your minds on me

So I took my heart
and hid a beat from you
Hoping you’d come
and steal that too
I felt a feeling
and it came true
Now your hearts for me
when my hearts in you

Maybe, all we need to do
is put our pens down
The poets painted

Maybe, all we need to do
is place our drums away
The drummers danced

Maybe, all we need to do
is lay our shoes aside
The dancers wrote

Maybe, all we need to do
is return our books back
The writers sang

Maybe, all we need to do
is keep doing what we do
The king cried

Some throw themselves to fire
Some to a raging wave
We throw ourselves at words
Doubly as dangerous…but brave
We string along a sentence
We bleed line by line
Scraping along defences
We grind the grit and rhyme
Defying the babblers battle
Waging war with a world
where words have no meaning
or power when they’re hurled
We’ll never decay or go rotten
We’ll be writing till we’re read
They may shut us till we’re forgotten  
But they’ll quote us
when we’re dead

My breast had been your pillow
my body became your bed
You lay yourself down upon me
and dreamt yourself inside my head
You slept a million moons with me
we swept and swayed your soul to rest
Beneath the quilted cover of my skin
upon the mattress of my chest
Only to wake and find beside me
the creases where your body laid
And in your eyes the empty sheets
where my heart was left unmade

I warned you
not to ***** it, it will pop

I told you
not to flip it, it flops

but you had to pick it up,
and it dropped

now you want me to lick it up
but it’s slops

if only you would **** it up
so it stops