not the healthiest thing
but the best thing for me
'cause I won't shoot up a mess
and I won't swallow poison
that infects the organs within

the soul with the open mind smokes
and the ones who build gates don't
unless you're fighting an addiction
and I know it isn't fiction
'cause I've been through it all before

or maybe save a little money
when being broke cannot be funny
'cause after a long while
we all get a little sore

but I still love her[b]
and it will settle me down
when the sun is rising
or I'm leaving the town :
the alternative to deficiency

'cause we all go blind at times
when the circus chimes
and it's time to go
but just take it slow
inhale, and then glow

She said she wanted to walk every inch of the Earth's soil, just to see it.
But when she had the chance, she hesitated.
Listening for direction, the wind blew by;
and she never knew why
she never walked at all.

You're not good at much of anything at all,
but lusting lovers and crowding tombs.
No love -- provoke, provoke.
No love -- until we choke.
And ever since
the days we spoke,
you broke between the ways...
Cinders of past lays
wake on your walls.
You sit and think of me,
as I think of nothing at all.

And when the time dwindles,
and that same body stumbles,
your world all around you
may not or may crumble.

A love-keeper's journal,
written with lust
is not a love journal at all,
bound by false trust.

But no trust
doesn't mean lies.
Maybe misunderstanding
or a misread eye.

Birthed into routine
and taught by repetition.
Opened up hearts
with new intuition.

Raised in a world
where everything is expected,
and anything different
is highly disrespected.

How much is enough?
Whether gentle or rough,
when your time is spent
and you're done being tough.

Who will spend your time?
Whether negative or right,
in the future or past,
it will be in your sight.

But can one ever-changing soul
just settle down?
Does one choose a favorite song,
and ignore all other sounds?

You may never be different,
but may never be the same,
and to find one person
with one certain name,

Would you be content,
never turn away?
Is it so wrong to wonder?
We swing and we sway.

From one love to another,
from hours to days,
I linger indifferent,
to so many things.

Love is love is love,
and we share it aloft.
Is three such a crowd,
in a bed that's so soft?

From partner to parody,
repeat, and repeat,
we go from one to another,
retreat, and retreat.

Back to square one,
alone all along,
but in the months to come,
love like a song.

Some are sick of duets,
and some like to stand alone,
and some like to see many,
and some like to see clones.

A triangle of fun,
an octagon of plays;
A partnership hole,
with so many days.

You lust what you must,
and you think what you might.
You go with your trust,
and you follow your light.

A variety of comfort,
spread across the globe,
with people being human
and that's how it goes.

Some have no idea,
and live inside the box.
Some see the sticky tape
but would rather see not.

The early bird gets the worm;
he eats it and its gone.
When I was a young kid -
ate everything I saw.
Then I rose, a child reborn;
didn't take too long.
When the vines grew -
went up to the sky.
A star is a star, but I'm just a girl;
can't do much of anything
out of this world -
climb the walls and fall back down.
A planet afar, but here is my part;
I got wings -
gonna fly somewhere;
go real far.

I'm just a simple complexity.
Want to know something more?
I walk at night and my feet get real sore.

I'm just a half-cat mistress.
Want to see something else?
I do it all alone and I never ask for help.

I'm just a cosmic mess.
Is this not what you asked for?
I sink and I smile but there has to be more.

I'm a girl that gets up and gets dressed.
Don't you live every day?
I carry on and don't have much else to say.

I'm a toy that will never be put down.
Do you want to play?
I stick to my guns and I never stray.

I'm just a post-punk hermette.
Do you ever hide?
A typical ride where no one lies.

I'm a poet with a pencil.
Have you ever written?
In my own corruptless world, I fit in.

I'm a solar sanctuary.
Do you hold it in?
I let it out and then I spin.

I'm just a down-tempo daughter.
Did you want something more?
I go with the flow and I walk through the door.

it's just
a common reaction
to her
lunar skin
it's just
a summoned attraction
from your
soul within

You are my prison;
there is no escape.
When I once tried,
I was only put back in my cell -
you were my guard;
and for all eternity,
I play your princess.

we took flight
on the highest of highs;
some obsession
that was in disguise

a white palette
is fine by me
my eyes and lips
are all I need
no painted face
or angel hair
no human race
can make me care
this is me
and I am fine
don't taint my face
just fill my mind