To be cluttered is to be free,
To be free,
Truly free,
Is to stare into the stark blues and whites of the sky
and just for a second
imagine the infinite abyss beyond.
Your mind wanders and suddenly you’re there;
Sitting, floating in the abyss,
swirling your paint brush onto that infinite canvas
Filling the empty space with
Dreams
Love
All the wonderful feelings that you keep inside are splashed into the void
Making clutter.

The scalpel runs across your flawless skin
Drawing sweet blood as it goes.
If you truly wanted to be one with me,
then repeat this as your dying throes:
“I love you. Don't leave me. I couldn’t bear;
To watch the moon rise or see the sun’s flare
without your benevolent, caring embrace;
So carve from my body;
My flesh is your prize.
So take no sadness in my imminent demise.”

I’d tear the sun from the sky,
Lest it burn your eyes;
Pull your ship from the grasp of the sea,
Lest you succumb to its depths;
Quell the winds of the raging storm,
Lest it ruffle your hair.

Does a star really burn in the sky?
Or do they simply work till they die?

“Is that a girl?”
“I must be mistaken”
“His voice is what gives him away.”
“I can see that his stubble is just growing in”
“And his shoulders are broad”
“Keep that **** pervert away.”

Stir and Mix
Stir and Mix,
Keep your head down
Cuz’ hell you’re helping them drown.

Shake and Pour
Shake and Pour
Not your fault if they fall
Just wipe the counter s’more

Wipe and Scrub
Wipe and Scrub
It’s no wonder you feel undeserving
Of their love

Turn and Lock
Turn and Lock
“Congrats Kid, you’re off the clock”