Saw thousands of hues
Advertised words and colors abused
By the faceless who sell us happiness
In overpriced shoes, orchestrated cues
Service with a smile imbued
But all in fact bruises, silk nooses
On susceptible brains, adolescent misuses
Of maturity delayed, adulthood paused
all a massive stifling ruse, thus lighting my fuse

Heart on an Expedition
Redemption via time and distance
Foreign faces and places, power potentials
For this pained Heart on an Expedition
Healing descends upon the lady
Enamored in blue, wisdom draped in brown
Her vision a similar hue, a disarming seduction
This Heart, gaining vigor, strength, on this grand Expedition
She weaves sound and word, Eclectic magic
Heavenly aspirations fulfilled, fingers molding clouds
She makes success rain, blessings drenched
Creates Hurricanes and monsoons for foe and traitor alike
May they drown beneath the waves
Of her Heart on this renewing Expedition

Death I bring to you, yes
Everlasting and unending, yes
A final gasp, one life less
To walk on soil or sail the seas
Here you come forth, with great speed and much ease

Over, your story is
Finished and unsung, unwept and unremembered you will be

Hell, this place is your new home, so abandon all if any hope
Out of life, now filled with death; a heap of misery and disgrace
You are placed into my care, taunted and tormented by the sight of my face from afar

Enter, feel welcome, in my realm but exit not, for here with me is the death of you and all
If any, of your hope

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

All i know is in the present tense
Yesterday a 'gift' i'd long to pass
Please forgive that smell of incense

In days behind, they tore me intense
Shred, poison, and stain my insides
All i know is in the present tense

So i mustered up the courage, hence
I light this pyre of their many acts
Please forgive that smell of incense

Feigned gifts, compliments, all fake scents
Yesterday hard to forget, thats why
All i know is in the present tense

Be better, truer, i was told days since,
but instead i longed to forget and burn, so
Please forgive that smell of incense

'Tis why i fear the future, all suspense
Bury, hide me, my smoke a sign that
All i know is in the present tense
Please forgive that smell of incense