we are the essence of zero gravity. you are the weightlessness in the marrow of my bones. i can fly. you are car rides with too many CDs and not enough miles. you are lunar eclipses, ripped up jeans, and too-bright smiles. pick me apart at my airtight seams to see yourself in the mirrors i set up inside of me. i am a black hole and you are the answer to string theory, smudged ink on fingertips while signing away the Earth for worlds our eyes can’t see. you’re a mutant, baby, evolved from the best of everything.
No delusions of grandeur No misconceived notions But there's a thing that beats in my chest Like the winds against the ocean
I don't crave glory, fortune or fame I don't even care if you remember my name
I want to be there On a brightly lit stage Me and my guitar Making art Turn the page
Not in it for the women (I'm happily spoken for) I don't do drugs (They're stupid, and make you poor) I don't want to get rich (Money corrupts) I just love rock (Stand back. Watch me erupt)
It's all about the music And what it does for you I don't write for me That's for other musicians to do So if you ever hear me playing And it stirs something in your heart I'm doing something right I'm just doing my part
Seriously. I only play music because I love music. If I can live off of it, sweet. If not, I'll find something, but music will still be there.
Electric guitars and drum solos Are filling my night’s sound A battle of the bands with my mind Hoping my thoughts to drown A pounding headache is a lot easier Than waking up from some fear Fear of intrusion, fear of bad decisions Fear of losing someone dear Soon my bed seems unsoft, sleep seems like work But I just want time to fly So I look to music to rock me to sleep And drown out the nightmare of goodbye
I will be gone but with this world i will not be done
If i lie and never wake Don't let your tears overflow like a lake Just let my corpse lie in open And let nature be the oven For thy my body i want it to burn And when another day turn Take the urn of my ashes To the four corners lets my trace fly Dont weep for me but whisper my poetry to the wind For far off my soul will sing along with your dirge Lest you forget me write my name on your wall Let my ghosts inside your brain let me and you dream death Remember me when am gone But just know in this world am not yet done Death and my soul will have won But the victor will be only one Remember me world your son Let not my lifeless body rot But let it be a relic Shall i die let everyone with me fly to paradise Remember i will be gone bt with this world i will not be done
Making love, a sweaty pit stop between the sheets. Politicians, librarians, directors, janitors, authors, queens, kings, moms, you, me, All guilty of this bittersweet act of sticky significance. All willing to tangle our limbs every night.
I'm so far inside myself Starting to feel like someone else Getting lost in the dreams Of the girl in mirror That I can no longer see She's beginning to scare me And it seems like my mind Is her favorite flavor of coffee She drinks up my thoughts And gets a rush of energy All I can feel for her is envy Yet, she's supposed to be inspiring And me? I'm practically dying Just waiting for the mood to strike Finding the right music to surround me It's tiring and I've been living life so patiently Feeling like It's starting to get to me Breaking the mirror inside my eyes Does nothing Neither does smoking out my mind She just seems to soak it all in Breathing in the fumes of my coffee Giving me nothing but an empty space And my face Is just her face, minus the evil grin I can't even begin My muse is addicted Trying to get her on the mend Find the fix she needs So this beginning Doesn't start with the end
A toast to vulnerability. To tying ventricles and fingers To the bravery of fear and being braver still to face it. To romance, to ***, to sweat beads sticking hair to skin and tongues to lips. May love be bolder in the arms of our lovers than our blood brothers.