all the words of men sound drunk to the sky
except occasionally the words of drunk men
which saturate briefly with thanksgiving and awe
drunk on all the varied hopes of man
his arsenal of staffs
for the long journey
the unwilling gypsy
unaware of what it means to have a universe as his home
and the earth as his pillow

When you truly invent a new type of beauty
you will never know it's place
and those around you will trip and awe
until they finally learn to circumvent your presentation

you will go from bright
to an invisible sun

the sun will one day call you kindred
and name you it's successor

the invisible sun
will become the only one
and the city at the bottom of the hill
where the children of the ones who walked away
will build solar panels and plant gardens
beneath the newly invented beauty of your sun

what is the weight of beauty
a cloak you can never wear
but only carry
and when they try to take it from you
they can only pull at your skin
leaving your hands holding what you'd rather drop

when your hands
are all that's left
and you deliver beauty your destination
it will finally redeem all your sins

I can tell when my heart is searching
and when it is far off
when waking does bring me closer to the sun
but farther off

but it will come back
when I've put the moon to sleep
and my enemies far off
and my dread far off

The devil has two options
**** me or quit
because continuing to mess with
is creating the most epic testimony

I’m sorry
I made you that I could change
I made you think that I would
I made you think that I could

I wanted
To see you lean on me
For you
To hold me down
Keep my feet
On the ground

I wanted
To touch a piece of heaven
Feel the lightning strike my heart
Tear the past pain apart

But you
You deserve love
I deserve
Painful isolation
I deserve to be alone

You
You deserve the sun
You deserve the moon
You deserve the light

And I won’t stand in your way
Cuz when I pray
I know I can a trust Jesus
To remind me of love

But baby
Whenever we’re together
I know I’ve done a good thingn
And a good things been done to me

And even if I forget it
And start walking down the wrongs road
I can trust Jesus
To remind me of us

So give me, the grace to say I’m sorry, because I sometimes I have a bad mind, and go through some hard times

Vision sometimes becomes blurry

when darkness moves at the speed of your sight

and the shadows encroach on the peripheral of your vision

and looking for inspiration becomes like being in a tunnel/

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At times like these a second pair of eyes relieves the pressure

another dimension to add to my  line of sight

At times like these another pair of eyes combats the haze

and the horizon of your perception leads me to brighter streets and metropolis waves/

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Like neon lights

in the mall after dark

like wedding rings and violin strings

like a silhouette of light etched upon the night

A muse references the future through the now

A muse makes even the abstract man aware of daylight and sunshine