Portions and percentAges
potions and false notions
Of home
Oh my oh my how your plants have grown
But I am a sinking stone, inside a princesses beach, and your hand is just out of reach
I am sinking, I think

You can try and keep things balanced, like a scale, upon an even keel
But such weight leaves me as bitter as orange peel
I guess I'm glad,
No one we know
Has even read a book, about body language
Just hide me in the back of the fridge, forgotten until months past expiration,
When I take my exploration , away from your wood, and away from this neighborhood
I still longingly look upon your face
Your the only one here that knows of my disgrace

So much, **** in the water
And on an island, you'd be surprised how quickly, it will take your son and your daughter

The harbor master steps down from his throne and screams about how everything he has ever known, is now cold and overgrown

There's so much ****, in the water
We are sheep, and we are prime for slaughter, so please allow me to show you something of disorder

New England is all dolled up tonight,
With a bottle of wine in hand she's looking to pick a fight, with someone else's lips
The coastline sleeps in the Nantucket sound
Like a spool of thread, you watched as I unwound, picking wildflowers for you from the ground
You once let me look upon the sound inside
your eyes, New England is all dolled up this morning with my favorite face,
Up north I speak in circles, and as I walk the circumference of the sound in your eyes, I always manage to speak around the truth
New England makes me nervous, and I don't say this too often but New England, you look beautiful tonight, but there is no bed light for my blue eyes,
I get carried away from the sound,
I get carried away from the sound

The skyline of New England, is exposing it self below its knees,
And it's beautiful, I wish I could sleep beneath your streets

I want to see this maybe live or die
But I fear I haven't the time
Why don't you look upon me like you once did ?
I know the winter winds will ******* away
Away from the stressed and dressed up wood that is your house
And even the finest cup of tea can't relax me
Lavender and hibiscus or not
Pardon me and ill attempt to erase your thought
In My mind, ill save it for another time,
When the sun and stars properly align an the moon shows your nocturnal feathers, and the skin you keep, let your hibiscus hair and your rose hips steep
Only for a minute or else youll burn
Like white tea in a summer sun light
So hold your body still, so I can take a photograph inside my mind, of how tall and wonderful you are,
Can you glide now like you know how
Do this for me please, and then I suppose I can leave you be, as you once were,
Wrapped in regret,
But ill never forget,
Your lips upon your perfect face

A good woman will pick you apart
She'll let you know from the start,
That the bottle will not be the bottom of something you will often see
And she won't ween you off slow
It's 100 percent, represent
Your home well and do not live your life inside a glass plastic or metal cylindrical shell
You know ill spend every cent that I don't possess just to at least see the bottom of something that is a fistful of cents away from worthless
She will also be your bestest best friend
Inspire you daily, and you'll write her poems every day until the day you say that final goodbye,
And maybe you'll get lucky, maybe you'll both pass together with your hands clasped

Together

Undercuts, muscles and beer
The floor may be empty, but it is yours now
Bare feet of a brave individual, shredding an ancient ritual
Too Much spirituality for ya ?
Flashing lights and those good ole black and whites
This is only the first act of the night
Rainbows spinning circles in the corner, perhaps remind me of a lion former, of something that makes me think of somewhere a little bit warmer at night