In from the edge of a maze
I fall to every stone hardened in shine
Feeling surrounded, clouded by craze
A clad of them good, yet I fall into the same place
In that light that hawken the unreal ground
Feels distant from where you are about
You felt like a dream, inside my house
But maybe again I slept in the wrong place

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

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.

Standing on a starting line without anyone left to explain this
This cypher written from top to bottom in a tongue I don't speak
Or feel compulsion to study, still written well in meaning
I heard this quote, it stuck me under my sleep
Like honey dripping over a bee's dead body
"I know how to be perfect but there's comfort in my panic"
I felt it slipping under my skin, a touch
To tell me it's okay to be not okay
To just run from coast to coast
Looking for yourself in everything

Wish you'd stick around
Wish the end of all that ends
Wish this start of spring implodes in love
Wish the prices of groceries go down
Wish you'd like me now
Wish the past doesn't have a bomb on its neck
Wish I'd stop worrying and daydreaming
Wish the world could see me
Wish I could not unsee destiny
Wish I could marginalize fantasy from reality
Wish I could control condensing droplets under my eyelids
Wish the happy sorrow and laughing about it
Wish the definition of tensor was simple
Wish the matrix was not so difficult and it had symmetry
Wish you'd stick around
Wish the end of all that ends

a trousseau, vailed bride
the summer sunshine, friends
butterscotch ice cream, expensive wine,
a friendly dog inches apart, a creepy aunt
a chocolate fountain. Some childish jokes
a heartfelt speech, heart-bound love,
pulled aside by the groom, for hugs and laughs
being very sweet, softly they hold my hand
recharging the social battery, enjoying the back
socializing with fearless child, in way better clothes
at the end, kisses to all who could take
left with nothing but the sweet envy
for a wedding day

Somedays, we are empty and open
To the strech of our paper veins

              We lay here, good as dead and cold
               Till we precipitate a foreseeable
               Anomaly, coming this way

I remember every word,
spoken like a ghost
Hawking my brightness
with mystique or just paranoia
Of not giving in

                But remember again the full
                extent
                Tears are feeling to come, as I
                wrench some

Feeling of abstinence, vocal chords stretched to a merciless extend,
just in my head

                 Your open wounds dressed so
                 pretty, almost made me forgive
                 you

          And forget how large forever is

the darkness shy to discrete
silvers even the finest golden screen
and the men are casted in that burning breeze
for the pigs need a golden leash

all abort the american plane
the sky is burning but our site is faint
and their laughter echoed down the drain
they gave us a shovel to mine the golden plain

we will return to the salt and the sea
******* and your money
we will arson your hollow kingdom, just see
******* and your money

Listen before I go, The end of the world.
Goodbye cruel world, cruel world, in the flesh
It ain't me babe, wasteland, baby.
Imagine, this empty northern hemisphere
Dead and lovely,
As it was Asleep.
Teach me,
How to disappear completely.

The ground laid down
In the unknown colour of green
This cruel world felt young
Till we were gently unseen

Can you take it back across the river
For inspection, to check if it still breathes

High and the lows, such a mountain seeps into shore
The fever grows, and I don't know, the meaning of this bell
Do you hate this, when you are feeling thin and bored
Or do you hate that, a mouthful of words to abide my unforgiving tell

Led down, dear child, push gnome out of the frame
Make room for yourself, space you won't let anyone in, brace
And in a thousand years, when all of this cruelty is upon us, in spring
There will be flowers and tree all over your living grave

Dear Lady Lazarus, I always get stuck when I start to write
Can I stop believing in the unknown, abstract, neigh, and the dark
I am scared, and all around the watchtower there were knights
Signal of distress, liars, thieves, herd of unheard sparks

It was the little child, with balloon in hand
Asking for some shelter against the coming storm
But all request was met by dismissal, he turned to far sand
Where he stood atop a great sea, a hollow mountain was born

In the watchtower as I watched, in some fond
I couldn't help him, for I'm a chained king, blind
So I asked for forgiveness from the mountain, or deity, or electron
I'm trapped, Lady Lazarus please let it be meaning you find.

Myth is blooming like an ambitious lily
Too little and innocent for this world
Out of that contrary scene, the sky
darkened
And everything went parallax, turning blue
All of this foundation of our creed, are built on blood and myth
Like the lily it collapses in craze
Flee for your love or your own mistakes

To the voice that alarms my people,
No wonder she bled recalling it,
There is a lust more like an envy roaring for love,
The feeling of coldness only drowned cowards feel
Is sharp and acute when she is not around
I wonder if there are Faults in Our Stars or just ill luck

It's easy to sleep in the modern world
Sky's dripping gasoline
The airbag taking control, tantrum
The machine with no emotions, is our best friend
The first light shining unequally
Hoax, it's a hoax. The emotions.
It's easy to sleep in the modern world

Mind is drowning out from the noise outside
Wondering the social battery on some
Wondering the concrete
Mind's lost to a few lines of code
Wonder what can one do if you're full
Of noise, powerless and safe

Are we reflections or relics?
Do you own your ideas, or are they but a symptom of your heroes
Could you get atleast activation energy
To get some rest, or think?
Without voices in your head
Heard endless
Boundless

I can't live underneath broken shards of hope
What if it rains and all I have to shield
Myself,
Is my broken morality

I want to study chaos when I grow up
Maybe then I'll be better
(Upholding my heart bleeding amber)

I was Orpheus and alive
But all I saw when I turned around is
Myself

Oh keep the run, for darkness lies seldom still
From the lighthouse to the mighty river's chill

Now comes a man on trial, and he must
He asks what's more worth, the truth or cost
Argues the meaning of justice
Our dying purpose as truth seekers and our bitter warmongering
Then clevage of the world disheartened for
A brief second, then we killed him

Oh keep the run, for darkness lies seldom still
From dark dungeons to a free bird's shrill

Now comes a mother, feeling her womb
She must ask what will the men do
If it were a baby girl, or someone unlike true
But she's got no time, for she needs food
Working tirelessly for her babe to fly
When everything is about to die

Oh keep the run, for darkness lies seldom still
From cold murderers to friends in good will

Now comes a weary traveller, in foreign land
With his missing heart on left and harp in hand
He comes to the river beside the helmsman
And asks if he can cross if he is not dead
The helmsman said no, it is only for the dead
The traveller said why would he be there
if he didn't wish it
Aren't we all lost to the perfect place?

Oh keep the run, for darkness lies seldom quiet
For it waits until all comes back at night

We'll be two distant stars distant by the breeze
The kind of love only common among queens and mysteries
I will wait for the currency to get back there
And fall right back the other side of the river

A lady I once witnessed
She once came to my dream and toiled torn memories
She was burning and screamed at sad far love
“Oh lover, can you feel the willow disintegrating?”
“If I fall on this crude earth and my innocence grooms so helpless,
I forget your sweet face, Would you catch me down and gently remind me?"

Now lets dance like it's 3am on quiet alley streets
Kinda feel like I am burning from deja vu
It haunts me that your eyes never dim
And my eyes and hands never struggle around you

There were blizzards of foresaken hymns
It was something that you need to study
In the corner there's me swinging between skyscrapers and agony
A kid