Every now
and then
a
weathered soul
crawls up
from the crevice of the earth
slimy
and
old
ready for the others to see
with profound message  
just jaded enough
for there to be light
in his words

A boy woke up
And was alive
He died the next day
True story

Sunset roses
falling on sky green horizons
the thickest winds couldn't
wash away the sins
of our fathers
yet,
the world has everything
well in its place
and what will be
will be
no matter our stance
on the issue
the presentation of the universe
remains the same

I don't give a ****,
that's what the singers say
and somehow
it goes top 20 and
the wise ones
they laugh,
they snicker,
because the ones that don't care
make a song about it

we live today in a world
where being different gets you
shamed
but,
if we're all different
what's the difference?

sometimes it's better to let art be

Don't act
like you love me
when my face
turns
for half a millisecond
I hear thick
whispers
chanting, the
darkest curses tossed
at my name
these lovely ears of mine
these beautiful sound nets
capture
your dark melodies
fine,
just fine thank you
Don't act
like you love me