I can be your liquor.
Drink me down and feel the high.
Its you and I and whatever happens tonight.
The blurred lines and the euphoric fright
of getting into all of our passions.
I can be your liquor.
Fill you up with anger, disgust.
The feelings lost to the alcohol distrust.
The forgotten happy with I and lust
now in the midst of solving our problems.
I can be your liquor.
When its winter, spring, summer.
I can be that go to spirit to hear your thunder.
That happy go lucky, feelings without the blunders
Only memories that follow.
I can be your liquor.
Take me down and love me.
I can be the death of you,
or merely just an addiction.

Nothing can compare to life when two distincts become one.
One virtue, one goal, and yet, still individual.
Working the gears of objective to make a harmonious sun.
Nothing can compare to love when all the brilliance encourages future.
Two souls akin to burning for ever.
Holding each other in the walks of footsteps embracing "he is mine" and "I'll never lose her".
Nothing can compare to a wild imagination.
One thought that can set the course to death
Created in the depths of loyalty, mistrust, and loss affection.
Nothing can compare to a broken heart
One beat. Slow and still weak
The heart that seems to haunt us forever since emerging from the dark.
Those ripples we create within ourselves track the coordinates of our presence.
Those ripples we may feel. Eternally.

I am
What isn't.
I am
What is.
The hero.
The villian.
The perspective is what makes the difference.
I told them I would lead
Ever since the day my heart began to bleed.
That is why I can't give up, for the world is upon my shoulders.
Its time for a new DA Vinci.
Who will be my Rome?
The masterpiece in the making.
Who will be my home?
The heart has an easy way of making things seem strictly out of proportion,
Only to have the boundaries changed to save face.
I am
What isn't.
I am
What is.
A lover. A fighter. A realist. A survivor.
I am human and because of that, I am beyond the Universe.

Maybe it was the gun hidden beneath
Or perhaps the words used to trick and deceit.
I fell off the cliff, abrupt, through the dark.
Fallen, I fell. Forgotten and lost.
I chose to climb and regain my feeling.
Paralysis isn't simple when love's the reason.
I loathed to focus my fate and hold on to pulse.
Risen, I rose to stop this horrific curse.
Maybe it was the gun hidden beneath
Or perhaps the words used to trick and deceit
The protagonist I stand to take on the world,
In reality it was you but you were just one world.
Chosen, I chose to hold on to whispers.
It was me who had to realize the truth from the giver.
I needed a reason to feel the commitment;
The gun shot from you is what made me resilient.
Maybe it was the gun hidden beneath
Or perhaps the words used to trick and deceit.
Either way the afterlife I was given
Gave me a reason to pursue a life worth living.

I find it hard to sit.
Thoughtless, apathetic.
Surrounded by fallacies and pointless ****.

I find it hard to stand.
Busy but never looking.
Engulfed by the preys and glories of a false plan.

I find it hard to stay idle.
Furloughed, and in hibernation.
Swayed by the indirect emphasis of the untrue idol

I find it hard to lay down.
Destroyed through depression.
Kicked below and wearing the most soiled of gowns.

I rise to accept
That all is not well and that these hands will work and bring balance again

I rise because action
Is all that we have and these demons will close in unless faith and courage combine to ascend.

We all have wings. We all are angels. Take flight.
If you should fail,  
Take flight more than once to find the soul whose protection,your presence, was meant for.

So sigh a T.
I've been waiting for the city  to rebuild itself.
So sigh a T.
Reaching out to those with no help.
So sigh a T.
How we dance the dance of an unhealthy conundrum.
So sigh a T.
Living for death with no regard to the sound of its hum.
So sigh a T.
I've seen you weak I've seen you tall I've seen you peak.
So sigh a T.
I've seen you great reaching out for everything.
So sight a T.
But where are your arms now?
So sigh a T.
Where did your warmth Go?
So sigh a T.
But where did your love go?
So sigh a T.
The world has given up on you because you were meant to be their martyr.

Day in and day out we feed.
The night grows tired when we need
An excess amount in times when struggles amount to greed.
Day in and day out we thirst.
Living in this material curse.
Hopeless gestures of wants and entitlements, forgetting we were humble first.
Day in and day out we learn
How the whims of life can sometimes burn.
Wishing for things when reality settles with different concerns.
Day in and day out.
This battle for your soul ensues.
No matter what you believe do good and good will find its why back to you

I'm feeling like a tree
Drifting on endlessly
I told you here's the world
I gave you everything.
All of the dark deceit
It seems to get to me
But then I'm like a tree
My roots they run too deep.
I stand and fight to pray
And live in everyday
I stand by you not hide
I swear my eyes don't play.
I'm feeling like a tree
Drifting on endlessly
I told you here's the world
I gave you everything.
My heart it will not die
I see you with my eyes
And with your love I bloom
The tree who's loves not shy.

The things that hold and the things that break.
The glue, the happiness, the grudge and the late
The words with worth that we wish we had said
Only to find that we lost them.
The places that scold and the places that teach
The smiles, the tears, the promise, and the deceit
The home we wish could  have lasted forever
Because it's the world that has taught us its temporary.
The things we hear and the places we go have one thing in common.
Its the people that are there for those times and situations that we lean on and summon.
Those people cause smiles and tears all the same
And when they're gone you'll realize it was worth all the shame.
Those people have meaning and inspire your life Because of them you will grow, regardless of the strife.