Hey, would you like to be friends, or
At least play pretend and
Have discussions that pass lifeless
Like a leaf being pushed by the winds.

You could even keep my shirt at your crib,
So years later you can forget
Whose even it is. Like remembering
Which kid drew this scribble
Hung up on the fridge.

Man, all these frayed connections are
Dimming the lights in this decrepit
Building. One huff and puff
Could turn this structure to rubble dust.

I have no mind to wink or blink
An eye, at one word half *** replies, unless
It reads goodbye. Tired of tap dancing
On the precipice of caring, or
Not caring less.

Needy eyes
Taken to the river of woes
Much more to do, than give the gift of sighs
Endearing behalf, and the risen moments we hold

Interim is such a lover
Made for spare times, to come forward
Thank you, and the silence of we, so overt
The compromise of gaiety, to become a herald of our sorts

Like pasts of wishes we never had
The tale of compassion comes to length, and a fold
Of repression in its done, and exercised hand, so sad
The turn of reason into might, that is worth the hour, in goals

Time meant for us, a lead of cares
With abundance to shape the future
And the common decency to call it a season fair
Will such a challenge be our reward, in the eyes of all purity...?

Men
Made me promises
When I was young
And new
They didn't keep
Because they had known
No one would blame 'em
When I felt old
And used

Do you understand how I feel when these words take ahold of me.

So strange how it goes with the melody.

  It's almost melancholic how tragic this magic grabs ahold of me.  

It's like something took ahold of me.

Like these words arnt my own.

Like their given.

From somthin greater.  

Not a moment that's mistaken.

  Just a world filled with infinite impossibilitys.  

The spirit of my ancestors flowing through the possibilitys.  

Guiding the wisdom of my path through the sorrows that have plagued my family's past.  

Sometimes I feel that theres a spirit watching over me.

Within me screeches a woman on fire - consumed by a violent rage and doused in a fury like gasoline.