I can't dream if it's from this closet
Every thing I want to do just sounds so ******* pompous
I talk about what I want to do and everybody thinks I've lost it
I'm on the radar, but I'm the darkest blip
Walking the plank on purpose, S.S. *******, I'm off this ship

I feel like I've finally got it, and of course then I've lost it
I write a masterpiece, "hey where's the follow up?"
Like me and my girl jinxin the future with a prenup
'Oh you know we just trying to be safe,' right *****, let's marry up this **** then
You can take it all just split them assets
Get me bent with no price or rent

See I ain't tryna get around just tryna win this
Can't seem to get to the top when I'm the only one in the bracket
Try to be a team player, but my teams full of *******
I'm Harry Potter *****, imma smash that *** like quidditch
I gonna hit that pinata, till the cash flow get me riches

I talk ***** but I miss the way you talk
British, you a fit birdy, girl
I eat my grits, but I ain't really eating till after we're flirty, girl

Take you to the back room, pour some wine and then some feelings, watch some mad men and tell you bout my last girl
I said I like the way you talk to me but I think I just like how I can talk to you
You're an outlet, and I'm plugging, your sticking around, but you should know I'm just thuggin
And maybe I just say the ***** things I say to mask my potential under promiscuity cause I got a real problem promising myself I'll solve my problems too
(I'd never admit it though)

See that's just something me and my crew do
I guess it masks all the little ***** blues 'fake cries'
During this poem I think I grew three inches for you  
In my heart
See it's so easy to gravitate to you like your the sun and I'm Mercury, I'm too close and you're burning me alive, but I can't pull myself apart, girl it'll never work
We can't stop Miley, that's melancholy for sure (but keep the twerk)

You make me feel like Frank Sinatra, and I can't even sing
So **** confident, you let me discover myself, I'm deep, I can feel, I'm Mike Tyson, Kung Pao chicken, I bring it all to the ring
All these little kids on the streets learning how to *** from me 'like fricken'
The thought of you got me sick to the stomach, it's sticking
..
Too bad you're just a ******* fling

You're so dangerous with your profane paraphernalia
Your pelvis postures pandering favor
The line of your stomach embossed by the fire is like a pasture for me
So paranoid with your pacifistic lust
As you proceed to please me with your posture so slightly
And I attempt to pursue oh so politely
You make me perk up like a peacock just with one peak
You're aware of every petty palpitation you can feel just under my sleeve
You play me like a piano, so plush with your lust politics
Pandering for a pardon of my ***** talk poignancy
I part you like Pluto from your orbits serene hum
I'll pleasure you, pleasure you until you're purple like a plum
A pastimes poetises to be written with pleasing lead
You plan every move like a predator in my bed
You're polarizing, plump, and pampered like a pageant doll
Pilfering every plausible pause with a pose of voice, your moan
Seizing the post with your post - modern pompous pouncing
Prompted like Pisces to postulate your prognosis
Lifting your posterior like the pun of a phaliccy
Pillaging me like a pandemic, a plague
Something to be paraded by paganistic plauds
Your pale skin is like playwear for sins
You're pinning me plastered with the play of your grin
Such a pretty motion picture to paint in the prison of your promise

Do you want to tell me that everything will be fine?
That my home away from home will always shine, and when I go home everything will be as simple as these ******* rhymes? (fine)
As optimistic as I'd like to be, the truth is that home isn't always full of laughs and good times
It's a feeling that I would imagine a sunset experiences when it bleeds through the lines
Like a waterboarded painting leaking over the sides
Because even a home is a home when a parrot in the corner of a crowded cage cries and confides
When the people inside it's broken record of a mind, are filled with resentment, angst, love, and lies

Because even a home is a home when I find myself arguing with a parrot all day,  you see,
Home feels like home because you cared to stay
Because you would sit there and listen to her tell you that she's scared all day

And you'd stay to wake up to a parrot singing gunshots
And it's arguments about the same 'ol lot
And you'd listen to it whine after its fought
With the invisible man that took his life because of the gang green rot

When the streets are made for nothing but thinking    
It's the weight of the water that's caused our sinking
It's a loss of feeling that's made me lighter
It's everything around                              
That makes me neutrally bound
          
The only writers block is the writer
It's the kind of thing that makes a man with a pencil and paper a fighter
Like the paper's jumping up at you like a, like a alligator
                                          
But it's hard to chalk down all the mistakes, cause when you're trying so hard you're just being fake

You just gotta learn to let it, let it all flow
Show your all and let em all know
Just how you're feeling that blow, even if it means one or two bad lines, that's how you feel though
Cause life ain't a poetry book
It's all the points in between the pages that we missed
It's all the things that make us factories of emotions,
A crook with feelings creeping through the motions
Turning pages, trying to **** it all up like the books eroding

Don't you talk to me about feeling
Naw you ain't know what you be dealing, everyone's got there own ****, you can't tell me mines to be concealing
See, I'm a material void of expressionism
Cause I told everyone what I feel, not for the sake of impressionism
They chose to see inside and learn a lesson without all the criticism

Everything I've learned is turning me into a crustaceans fossil
Hard to the shell but brittle to the touch, and I preach my **** like a ******* apostle
You make me feel from the inside and I'll be your crutch, but you're gonna need more than a ******* rock hammer to open me up

My words I mend to make up for what I conceal        
But as I sit here thinking about how I feel
It's gonna take more than this to make me heal
Now let me dilute as I talk to the god inside my head and make a deal, something to end the pain and suffering I have concealed at the expense of everything real

Caught in a scotch sunset with black chalk trees
Castle thoughts in a mind that scrapes the sea
They call me clouds, my face is blinded
My face is lies, but I hope to find it

It's all the time we've wasted now wasted
It's all the times we got wasted, we wouldn't remember anyways
It's all the areas of gray laced in the spaces inbetween
It's that night the thunderstorm became a breeding ground for our love
It's where you told me to leave, it's where push came to shove      
It's the bicycle I road into hell
It's your hair in the fire as we rode out of every argument we've ever had
It's all the meds you've swallowed from under your bed
It's everything you've locked up inside that shed
It's the ghosts and the ghouls and the heads
It's all of the mysteries you've left me inbetween
It's your aptitude to love and leave

You're a woman now
It's the tone of your voice
You don't need me now
It's no matter of choice
You know what's the best
And I do too

Your face is mared with the words you actually feel,
But your words reach just short of the faith inside your heels
You keep on reaching, keep on reaching, for the things you don't know how to feel
                    
You're a letter opener with a dull end
You're the face of stars hiding inside your head
You're everything you've hidden under your bed
You're  an oasis and you're running dry

Just stop trying,  be who you are, without a care, be the girl with the curly brown hair

Sitting solid on a thinking throne
Drinking bottles that sing melancholy tones
Singing lone, resonating to your bones
Your fragile little frame cannot save the show
Not when you're casting skys clouding with crows

Your mind is pale, sick to it's stomach
Everything up there can't reconcile, but luck
It's begun to resonate quietly like a comets tail
When your playing on mental jungle gyms of shale

I'm sure there's things that keep you up
Drugs, and alcohol, and fasting all day
A cyclical belt of asteroid tales
You think so much you've burnt an image
Of cotton dreams, so soft and harsh, but somehow sail
You may never grasp them, but you've reached so far you've become so frail

It's hard to try, it's even harder to pry
Open your heart, and let yourself cry
The castles you build are built of tears, and the cemetery near is calling your fears
The foundation is weak, and your pastor you seek, but everything you've found thus far, oblique
Cast your shadows as you will, but they're just funny puppets you've conjured in the night still

People people, get down on your knees
Come come, kiss the apostle's feet
We'll tell you of a man if you give us just a tad bit of time
Give us your life, and we'll tell you how to get to your ancestors time
We'll tell you of purpose, it's up there for sure
You just have to reach out and grasp it, but your soul is the fare
If you lest the firey brimstone of beneath your gods feet, his creation he shall not repeat.
Your contract is here, sign at the bottom and you will find purpose near
You will live after living, and find purpose there, you dumb humans, why are you looking everywhere but right here

**** that guy and his silly little flat hat, and his ******* drunken chants.
  
Yeah, **** his dysfunctional mother for raising him like that, that twisted little ****.
  
Hell if I had a chance I'd probably go back in time and punch his alcoholic father right in the cumquat.
  
**** him and the way he uses his women, what an ***.

He probably learned all that when his parents weren't around and he had all that time to pass.

Wish I could go back and kick some sense into his little lame ***          

Look at him crushing all those beers with his dude-bros out on his little fratty patio.

Look at him trying to be all complex taking those art classes about 'Versachio,' or some Italian ******* playshow.

**** him for his cat calls and his belligerent ego, **** him for being such a jewel covered under miles of limestone.      

For being interested in art and love,  crowded in the corner of a house he can't even call home.

**** him for wanting to be accepted and admired instead of being alone.

**** me.

Why is it that when I'm so unsure, I gotta be sure
Because hypothetically if I were, you'd get the hell outta here

Darling, I'm not trying to live in fear, but love is a scary thing
Especially when you've got thoughts like you might just someday stop breathing

If there's some kind of divine plan, tell me God didn't plan my obsolescence
If there's such a great man, tell me where is his presence

I can't expect a promise to unfold the way I want it to, if you're meant to be
If every decision you make is on part of your happiness

Not everything I was taught as a child was intentional
That life is so hypocritical
That our purpose is entirely self critical
That love and god are illusions of what we want and need, and yet we continue to act like everything we do is so unconditional                                        

But we will continue to sieze
But we will continue to lie
But we will continue to deal in the trades that make us feel the most at ease
But we will always draw the God card just shy

Chewing the same gum for a while now
Late nights, and parties, and fights
About time I spit it out,
Douse the fire, and flare the smoke out

This is an S O S to brain control
We're getting a lot of alcohol down here
It's time to exhale and breathe in fresh air
Kid, you mys as well dig yourself a hole

I speak words, but my words wear masks
They mean more to me, you'll never see what's underneath
Maybe they'll be clearer after we share this flask
And then I can wake up in the morning and breath

And I'll be ****** if I see you show up to my party
I was just trying to reach out
Now my veins run like a still river in doubt
My heart has beat itself out

I walk through the cold to see you on your break
I climb through these mental obstacles to be with you, christs sake
They call this **** love, but when I'm left to my thoughts
Everything comes to shove

I told her I want her to be free, that the door on the cage was left wide open
But a few months passed and I started calling her mine
And I couldn't help but close that gate and surpress her ambient shine
I just wanted her to myself, I wanted to drown myself in her love, I wanted to be the only one to see her at her best

See in the beginning I wanted everything for you, and when you opened up to me all I wanted was everything about you to myself, you don't get to choose
See in the beginning I was a stand-up guy, I had funny jokes, little punch lines, and a thing for you, I had everything you wanted, and I knew that.
I abused that, baby, I abused that.

I want you to be free, but you see, I have some problems with me.
I have a problem reconciling my path with yours in this ocean.
Because where in the hell is my compass when every direction looks like North
Where are we, and where are we going
I couldn't make you walk the plank, but maybe you'll just jump overboard

And in the beginning I told you it'd be rough waters
And maybe I knew you weren't the most skilled of sailors
But at least I had faith in something

Your bar nights, your ****** sleeves
She's a massichist in her own thoughts
Apparently that's what everyone's bought

Inbetween her mascara, her eyes are like beads
Like little planets, pulling me into her every plead
But I can't get close enough to read
I'm stuck in her orbit
I'm constantly following the way she leads

Just a couple more drinks
Let the radio play, maybe the right song 'n she'll dance
Maybe, maybe, I'll think

I feel the strangest gravity
Girl, I don't even know you
But you got a pull like no other
You make me feel like a creep

It's that song, that particular feeling
You see, you felt, but you can't anymore
It's that smile, that dance that you remembered
But you can't anymore
It's that strange gravity

Jesus Christ, why don't I understand?
We're just atoms in the eve of another light
Balancing our chemistries on a million strands
Will it all happen again, or will it end with night

Darling, Eve,
Heaven seems so beautiful now, but when you're dead, what's a life to you then?
Living on the premises that you'll be living forever, with out pain.
Balancing your chemistries on a spectrum of gray

We believe in answers
We're believers
We're in love with creators
We like to believe
We got that faith

And when I try to reach for the sky,
My roots remind me,
That heaven's just too high
Your minds gotta be a concept of it's own
We're self-grown

We believe in answers
We're believers
We're in love with creators
We like to believe
We got that faith

So cloud your head in the sky,
But keep your ground
Cause in the end will the world finally bend
And what used to be round, just might suspend

I take the time everyday to drive outside of my mind
To drive and leave everything deemed important aside
I dream, but I couldn't leave it all behind

They call themselves roots, but I've seen plants walk before
They say they've a heart under that trunk
And they sure as hell can't leave

And the clowns leave the circus to play games
They leave the world to live under a new name
Making jokes that no one ever hears

It's 4 passed 2004
And you're so little hiding under your hair
You're so careless, teenager, you're coming of age in a pretentious rage

And our parents close the blinds
And they changed the codes on the safe when we had almost figured it out
And the paradox resumed, as we got our guns from another house
And we blow holes in the sky
Just to show God we didn't need him to learn how to fly
We blew holes in their brains just to show them what really dies

We're on the verge of breaking through to another side
But you let to soon for us to even say goodbye
We weren't too close, but we could have been
If only we took a moment to understand

So why don't you wake up and get out of that car
So we can rest aside in peace
Because it's better if you just turned around and left a crease
In the corner of the diary you lead
Before you get a papercut, and cease to bleed

Although not a sister of mine
You were the sister of many brothers alongside
That I have grown to cherish, and to love, and to guide
That all wish they could have talked you out of that ride

And as our bloodline runs cold, sister,
Please remember, I wish we could have set our differences aside.

A scope widened, in a frame suspended
A view appendage holding a crew surfaced
In a battleship full of fools
Above a sea as dense as a mother's love

Scattering shrapnel across a glass lake
Full of neanderthals with cast iron fists
A bunch of mouth breathers, treat me like a name-sake
But they can't see through things as transparent as race.
It's hard to keep this pace, It's hard to keep this pace, when people try steppin' on your shoelace

Every rose has it's thorn, yeah it's true, they've grown many-a-thorn.
That's why we must realize this world's full of heart, but embedded in the vessels it contains the foundations of pain.
Mother tries to remind us of her balance in nature, but we're too focused on the worst, in the worst of ways.
Instead just take a minute to think that the worst is why we have the best, and without these two extremes we cease to exist.
We resist the notion that the worst is the best, and in this we lose our touch with nature's nest.

That's why I ask you not to resist,
To break the glass lake, and unweld your fists
To mend with nature's nurture, and become her future
And rest assured that you're nature's kiss.

Friends, we can get a long in a harmony of jokes
But where are we when one of us chokes

Down on the quarry, where the music silences
And the beats in between our hearts become apparent and orient
And the acoustic birds begin to ring our ears
When the face of an angel, blinks and tears.

Scatter yonder my feelings bare, barely
Before the hint of a moment reaches it's highest point
Cause I find you more beautiful with mascara worn away
Then prettied up for some pesky bar date.

Sad songs chime joy when in rhythm with the feeling
But every song you've sung is so commiserating, when you threaten me with your leaving.

Cause you casted your line too many times
And you're just about out of string
I've been stringing you on with my ***** paws.

And as we embrace this street with our youth
I could tell you one thing to hear
But it might be a different feeling from year to year

And maybe when age takes it's tole
I'll tell you I've just been living in fear
I've just been living in fear, let me tell you
I've just been waiting for the right time to hear.

It's the most painful thing
To think you love someone
And not really know
Cause the distance is feign
And my face droops from the pain

Oh we're not so old
But we're growing older everyday
And that's why miles are turning into minutes
Every day it takes me to get to you
To make you feel again, alive

All I want, is to find comfort in those caffeine eyes
And relieve the pain hidden behind
Rest your head on my chest
And let my heart sing a lullibi

I just want to know who's heart is going to win this race
Because I don't know if I can pace myself now
I cross my fingers we tie, and cross the finish line
With fingers locked
Cause I'd hate to finish holding my own
But if that's how it's gotta be,
Then so be it

Oh we're not so old
But we're growing older everyday
And that's why miles are turning into minutes
Every day it takes me to get to you
To make you feel again, alive
To look into those caffeine eyes

You feel like you're losing yourself when you stop and look at yourself from 3rd person. Most do it unintentionally, but it's because we're constantly being observed, and we don't have the ability to observe ourselves to closely. One wonders, if one is a part of this pseudo-intellectulist culture uprising in these newer generations. One wonders if one is pretentious, but we know we're all trying to sell ourselves. Life should be a fight for ones own pleasure, but we're constantly trying to please others, and that's not how it should be. From a different perspective one forgets who he is, and has to relearn himself. Life becomes a game of masks, but we will never be our true selves unless we learn to put down the mask and be. We need to be, and not become. Because being is that of in the moment, and becoming is that of a 3rd person nature, that of a different perspective. Because we cannot accurately pinpoint who we are becoming, only who we are being. And that is why we are whoever we are at the moment of everyday. This is why we as humans are so beautiful. We are able to alter ourselves at every moment of everyday to become what we've always wanted to be. To be the person that we transpire.. **To be.

I preach a sermon unheard of those herding
Filling the ever-expanding sky with a lesson worth learning
But willful do the people of the ground need to be
To pluck the thread of true happiness and glee
To bend the frame of minds, and alter the realm of their own time

Many collapse their own airways in fear of other frequencies interfering
But can we not see our voice is the only bearing in this mechanical clockwork we're fearing

Humble voices worth applauding hide behind the voices
Passive to all, in procrastination they fall
The reality of loss can only sober one briefly
Till we return to binge on our shallow lives so deeply

A predecessor forgotten imbues nothing but doubt
And all confidence you had will soon disperse
If you don't take a look at who you are and converse
Comparisons unneeded, will only leave you wrought
Your inner-being forever saught

A flock will the sapien always be rooted to
Wingspans of all lenghts suited
Every flight pattern a breeze transcended
Only in this will you find that you grew
Only in this will you find that you flew

Cancel Haloween, I'm not the monster here
Fall's my favorite season, but hell October's doggie days for me
Stagnant rivers, and pockets full of leaves
I try to run a little faster just to escape these things catching up to me
Big furrys and little monsters at my knees

Oh, geeze-la-weeze
I need to feed on something sweet
So give me your neck girl,
I need your flesh, give me your blood, your best
Give me your glitter, your neon *******
Oh, get me the hell out of this monsters nest

Adrenaline pumped into me, I feel every blood platelet intimately rushing through me.
Radioactively synthesized, authenticity arise
Don't wait on me babe, I'm just trying to synchronize

Worry about me, and I'll let the tension build
Till I get the attention fill I need, babe.
Raid my mind with all your battleships and heavy war machines
Break me down until you find something worth keeping

I've bartered the black market selling love for lust, and my dreams for less
I barter for pleasures, but I always want more
I've lived a shallow life, assured
I've become a monster, and a *****, all while trying something new
That I was told was a cure
Now I follow with the bewildered beasts boohoo
Now I follow with the bewildered beasts boohoo

So intriguing a woman behind a glass pane
My friends are falling one-by-one - gun fires twice -
My hopes are high, but I'm scared of the truth

My personality is much like the a-sea
Wake up to the sound of insecurity staring straight back at me
There's so much underneath, but people don't spend much time getting used to me

Oh Mr. Salty won't you lighten up, you're a bit under the weather, can't you see that? Right.
Well it's hard to find motivation, when the motives working forces against you

In a world full of angst and confusion working in circles to exclude you
Your high is mind, and everybody's a liar behind those glass panes
Your fist is punch, and everybody's got a hunch behind those glass panes, ha ha ha ha

Oh Mr. Salty won't you lighten up, you're a bit under the weather, can't you see that? Right.
Well it's hard to find motivation, when the motives working forces against you

We grow impatient waiting for others to make a move,
But.
Intoxication eliminates our impatience, when goddesses start to groove
Techno-saints dressed in neon paints, won't you groove with me now
Your glass panes, much like the Berlin wall, inebriate our minds, and separate our lives, oh no no no no

Sub-conscience deterioration, too self-aware, I'm blowing up
Arrogance, a cultural virtue now, let's breathe it in, and inject into our veins.
Take your substances - a liquid, or a crumb if that's the only way you know out.
Breath it in, and blow your vapors out, cocoon until you bleed out.

It makes me feel scared, it gets my adrenaline rushing, but at the same time I feel relaxed. It's as close as I can get to feeling anymore. The symphonies are like the sweet predecessors of a beautiful imaginary fate. Even if it is a morbid feeling. They say when you think about happy things, you should feel happy. Not me I guess. I guess the two extremes have just collided with each other. My sensitivity has vanished. No feeling is a feeling of utter satisfaction, even if it isn't a good one. Because in order for someone to feel, you must be happy, or had once been happy. But after you forget what that happiness feels like, it's almost like you become a hollow vessel. You're inspirations and your aspirations are just whispers. Your motivation is just a black hole, pulling for anything to surface you. To pull at your ambitions, Who will be your freedom fighter. Because that's what freedom really is. It's feeling. Knowing oneself. After losing even the shallow sense of what happiness might feel like in that open void, we rely on that music to debrief us. It's a miserable feeling, but a feeling nonetheless.

Lives clash like cars crash
On black ice we spin
Cash my poker chips in
& Monopolize on my sins
Cause now she's my best friend
And we both win, ayo
Sometimes life's okay-o

What's a perfect day
Without a bad reference point
What's a beautiful soul
Without the bad men life appoints

For every cosmos that combusts.
Beauty coats the rust
For every argument we have
Her concerns cloud the fuss, ayo
Sometimes life's okay-o (ayo - ayo)

Karma's no buzz-**** for me
She straightens me out and opens my eyes to see
She keeps me aware of my lows,
Man, she keeps me on my toes.

Running away I see
Stars dancin' in my rearview
Momma's got eyes in the back of her head
She's got all the right intentions
My father's never been quite the jazz player either
But he's got his ambitions too

Sometimes we gotta scream louder than
Everything, just till it's alright again
Sometimes we gotta dream louder than
The rest of them.

Wasn't raised with what was left over, no
I guess you could say I was raised right
I know you always wanted to keep the family together
But don't let it cost you your ambitions currency
Don't let it cost you your happiness

You only stay famous for so long though
Man, I don't know
Just like the stars we lose our luster
I guess that's why we learn to never trust her
Never to let her lust you

Sometimes we gotta scream louder than
Everything, just till it's alright again
Sometimes we gotta dream louder than
The rest of them.

Give me your hand, and we'll run away
Together this time we dance in the pain
We sustain this reign together
I don't care how much I've gotta miss her
My heart's already in a conundrum
Of quadruple bypass twister
Just tell me, should I kiss her
Just tell me someone, i'm going to miss her