David Gilmour's guitar
Sylvia's pen
Houdini's hat
Feymann's bongos
Elliott's beanie
Cobain's *******
Karpov's mind
Hozier's hair
Tolkien's genius
Bragg's youth
Greenwood's innocence
Dostoevsky's demon's nihilism
Napolean's Europe
Myself maybe.

"you gaze unafraid as they
sob from the city roofs"

Jump to the river, what did I see?
A black-eyed angel swimming with me
A pool full of stars and astral cars
Oh all the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my fears were turning into nothing
A slow dagger to make me feel
It hurts less when we are free
Jump on the world, what did I see?
A wolf trying to dream in his sleep
A pool full of sharks, and magnesium sparks
Oh all the things I used to believe
All my friends were there for me
All my fears were calling it quits
A push on the head to make me feel
It hurts more than when I start to breathe.

A 17 year old girl
How she believes the smile was fading
Into faith of drama
The prayer was doomed with time
The same she says as she worked
But she's tired of running
Running and picturing a funeral
Of her rarely worn dress
Now she's sad
Wondering what would you judge her for?
Is it the words or her dress?
Now picture this
The lullaby of an old man
The king once asked his men
"What's the tastiest meal my tongue could bear?"
Some said something with sweetness
Some slightly depressed said sour
Some were confused as they were empty
Some were carcasses of a bleeding ship
Too little to say anything
One man stood up in agony
Said nothing said is anything right

It's hunger

Hunger is the might
The fire of Prometheus and his light
Was the hunger or desire to blind Zeus
To hold him in prison for his art
And then show him what he does with this light

Hunger is the soul
The soul of everything and everyone bold
And when the wolves move in hunger
They howl
The carnivore's urge to rip the soul into a place
Where she waits, the prey of the prey

Hunger is love
Ask someone
Eden moves to the beat of the body
Grooves in addiction to rocking flash
Like a wave meeting the rock, she dreamt

Hunger is crime
Crime against the best poets and writers
For them, it's just words and ink to dry
But it drives them to mountains of desire
And rob words from the loosely held cry

Hunger is icy
Colder than empathy and sharper than pain
When a monster looks for his next prey
He wishes to find the company of blood-red
Innocence she murdered in vain

Hunger is human
For it is human it must be beautiful
The mother feeds her baby by her breast
And when the babe falls asleep to rest
She gently runs her hand through her chest

picture that
**** the king, **** the words
it's only your hunger in might

When we run, far from ourselves
Could we just stand still for seconds
Freight in our stories are those moments
That we shred, to run faster than days left
Paranoid, you run in your clothes, made of
Different skin, different texture, we can't stand
Our Past, our Pain, our Place.