The few and far of our not so
        Halcyon days have been lost
                Scattered to the winds
            Swallowed by the earth
Become statues of the streets
                  
             Yet here she stands
                 Strong and tall
  In the meadows of things to come
    She’s climbed mountains upon  
mountains of treacherous learning              
     Swam unblinkingly the never
                Ending rivers of time
           Floated on countless
       clouds of impossibility

    She’s got the moon in her eyes
      A glow that wax’s and wanes
        But can not be snuffed out
           Built to withstand time
             She is the tree that
           refuses to be cut down
        Commanding every space
                      she enters
     Tornado trapped in human flesh
      Voice an avalanche of dreams
                  Broken yet alive
     She’s a weaver making baskets
               from past struggles
      To hold the fruits of the future
          
                    She’s making it
                 She’s making it
               She’s made it
                                    On the way

                  Through the battle
                       Victorious on the
                                  other side
The forward path holds so much
                                                
Promise

Car exhaust clings to the black asphalt in the rain dead of night
Street lamps and red light
Soft glow and crisp air
Building up to be left behind
Curling on it's self
Hauntingly wrapping around my ankles with no grip.

The streets are paved with ***** sticky sweet on bare feet
I made Lemy laugh over a light, under the over cast sky
Broken bones stab through coble stone scales towers old as time
Where's the crime?
Ha, cops don't have guns if you can out run them your in the clear

I’ll drag those cases, it pays yah.

Sew your ideals behind your ear and stitch your wishes above your heart
Beware you'll never get what you want
The flames will blow out before the candles even lit
Hold on my friend your speeding towards a deadend
Light always casts shadows but shadows never see the light
Choking on pride because it's to hard to swallow gets you nowhere fast
Open your lungs
Cool your flustered cheeks
If you rant till your lips are numb the things worth hearing flutter out mute
Swallow your swollen pride
For it has not a use but to bruise the inflated ego

Walking handstands on raw palms while longing for a spotlight that has been burned out for years

Dusk glow illuminates the skeletons in the belly of this hydraulic whale of a robot.
There has been a rhythmic squeak
drilling into my brain non stop these past five hours. Oh mercy me I would **** for some oil.

Yawning mouth of the city beckons
Glittering jagged teeth tearing into
Passing souls
Walking on slick black tounges
Sand beaten breath fogs windowed eyes
The beast we come to love
Even as we live incased in it's cavities
The plaque in the grime of eroding gums

When did you last brush your teeth
Your buildings, starting to turn gray
Your tongue a tad flavorless
Do you grow old, fat, and tired?
Or is that just us?

Changes float on the breeze so subtle
You'd never see them unless you left
People slowly turning to dust
Blowing away
But everything still stands
As if nothing ever happened
We live our lives in nooks and crannies
Ghosts pressed between the glass
Tiptoeing enamel streets

Plush gold chairs and minty fresh
Oh peppermint fresh
Rain trickled saliva slips over your
swinging silk face
Breath, taunting tints of lavender
Your back is straight
Stressed crowsfeet pupils shine
Wake up tomorrow to find today
Your eyes are brown but green
Your mouth is wide but tight
Your grin not as cheap as the others

Everyone starts to bleed together
All traits the same
So very different
You weren't drinking mint
Nor lavender
Freeze frame in memory
Pick and choose what we see today
Who to be yesterday
Next week pickle plum I'll jump through a fire just to feel me, feel you

We're running from something
Day to day
Feels like time, might be ourselves
Your shoulders are curved, the slightest of slouches
Your eyes are oh so green and teeth so straight
Thin lips and a long face
Once opon a time I almost knew you
But not today not ever
Self chained straining towards freedom
But happiness wrinkles you cheeks
Self imprisonment won't bruise the will
Don't listen to me, your far more free than I'll ever be
Whistle to the stars
Shrug your shoulder at life's questions
Look it in the eyes with your peridot irises, tell it you've got this
I wish I know what you were drinking
Rainwater and honey

Your eyes are weary brown
Rosy cheeks blush on bronze
Hair shifts to straw spun gold
You haven't aged but I feel so old
Going places while I stand still
Doesn't feel the reverse though that's the truth, if only in theory
You paint life, I paint paper
I maybe younger but I'm wilting faster.
Is it wrong that I wanted to kiss you
For a millisecond and no more
Atune to a time warp lost in free space

Green eyes Brown
Rigged lines graceful limbs
I'm a overcooked noodle
With a halfcooked plot
And everyone seem so put together
I'll poor the pesto on myself and call
me done.