Meatballs
And close calls
He can never seem
To quit cleaning..

Master of the matrix
May just be maintaining
I'd hate to malfunction

Once I understand
how it all works
It's my fault....

And now your hurt

Eventually convinced
I might be cursed
Because I can't
Hear the call..
No longer

Probably be hobblin'
Over
higher
hurdles
soon
And surviving rougher seas
Than I have ever seen

But,
Nobody can wage
A War like me

Sooo

Bring it!

What a wonderful daydream
We deemed worthy of unearthing
Well certainly
Two cut up corners
Can Endure morbidness
And ignore
the torture together??

As Burning birds of a feather

A few feet from the closet
Awful Monsters
began to plot  
Slinging
Sabotage and dishonesty
Launching black bombs

Your oxygen is so toxic
Let that nonsense
Drip
From
Your
Lips
Like
Hot
Spit

Quit with the rhyme schemes
I got caught slobberin'
On myself again
Just as guilty as the rest

Light years away..

I'm tracing

State lines

On an old roadmap

Time and distance

Shrunk down to scale

Miniatures make my dreams

More believable;

Spirit always fluttering

Like a hummingbird

Underneath my ribcage

Much like a bird

I'd like to one day learn

I'm not stuck in this rut for eternity

My great migration, still waiting

Compass in my dome piece

Magnets to map my pathway

Am I even able move away?

Maybe you were right man
Can't believe I  Spent so long
asking why would anyone
Take my crumbs after
I've JUST BEEN MUGGED!!!!!
Or jump me
While injured
unprovoked
So apparently broken...


What they don't know
Is how Many minutes I spent
Tearing up in envy
Over what everyone else got
Hopin' I could get a taste
Of the same
Kind of amazement

When all I should ever be is grateful
In these minutes that remain
I promise  I will
Make full
all my
empty achings
That waste
Time trying to take me
down

Too much light inside
For dark dealings
To penetrate my forcefeilds
The healer will never be killed
These shields were
Built too  Too tough
By my guides
To let any more evil
seep in

Don't want to be
Eager to meet my maker
But I'd trade places
With you any day...

Where have you been?
I'm always craving
Your response
Stop it
You stay
Stomping on
The friendship I want
For us
Why can't you just
Let me love
Family is few and
far between
What have we become?

I know I'm weak
You know I'm scared
Of air,
Of loud sounds,
Of quick movements
I know I'll never grow old

I know
I know nothing
I'm subject to fumbling
So what do I know
I'm showing you my
How low I can go

I'm No expert
Im No les-ser
Than any man
I'm nomadic
Cromagnum Status

I'm a know it all
And I know you
You don't fully
open up to anyone