Little she floats, a sphere of life
Brakes every day, reforms every night
Soft as cotton candy on mid-summer rain
Stern, as she throws her arms and invades

Jane, you are sweet and kind
You melt steel and wood with your eyes
O, Jane, you are sweet and evergreen
But sometimes we get dirt to ought to get clean
But sometimes we are blind beneath beauty

Weigh a thought, she loves more freely
She is addicted to all the wrong girls, extremely
It's hard to get off that phone and face
The ugly forest of her posture and it's place

Jane, you are mean and rude
You crave the empty and then lie crude
O, Jane, you are depressed to the brim
But sometimes we leave blood behind
To throw our anger out and quit being blind

Jane, O, Jane, the world longs for empty dwell
We ought to seek others, don't be shy
I think you will be happier if you forgive yourself
And stop hurting the world whenever you try

a cloudless night, freed from stars or constellations in the way
inciting and inviting me to lay my hands down
upon my lurching, I could count every shade of grey
because I am freed and in my freedom, I will drown
glances fighting to sound
(a waistline of nothing
a dream of sommer truth
a crest of an ocean wave
seven feet of soil, and the water in it)
is everything our fate isn't about

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