Hearn's is a story of a flat bird,
He couldn't catch the early worm,
Dollar too late mixing wrist with shanks.
Here lies Hearn: Goliath midage Peter Pan,
He flew too high and never land.
Hearn writes little words like their his words,
Cole is a mess making a mess outliving the rest,
Hearn holds a gun to his head a pen to his chest.

I cannot be gay, say  
I cannot be gay, just say
I cannot be gay, gays
Think I'm pretty ugly oddly.
No guy crush can change my mind,
Say this outloud over one thousand times.
Given his kiss didn't beg for it,
That kind of affection could confuse a Pope or priest;
Could make any insecure boy think into it too deep.

Hello in there little valley,
Would you have been a girl or a son?
**** you out wired before you become
a little mighty beloved someone.
Perhaps we have too much power,
She agonized for hours paying forward her own pain,
Our conviction was defeated
***** smoky dripping fire.
The ride home she sat paralyzed,
Puffing *** popping energy shots.
I promised I one day would take her to the city,
We're married and here we don't even notice,
No red river valley no, no freethought forethought can be seen,
The air smells of bloodsuckers and conceptual difficulty.

We go back to southern country,
Cuddle upset goodnight,
I fondled her lace pajamas,
Got the both of us feeling right.

What would I do if you weren't here, baby?
I'd suffer endlessly
Carrying a pair of house keys
That use to jingle from your wrist
When you once wore it.
Oh, what would I do if they reposed the tv?
You stopped letting me borrow your car,
I could not live in idle steam.
I fanatic for your body blazing,
You take a load off me.

It's been a nice life coming along,
I use to live wistfully without list,
But life is kind enough to barter
As long as the future insist.
There'll be a nice life coming,
I use to resist the idea of heaven skylines,
I imagine the Son is a God within us,
Upperlands expunged of human pride,
Only I and thee angel folk glee on high
Would be my idea of grandeur paradise.

Every cigarette gives you red cancer,
Eat red meat and burst go your veins,
Smokey sunrays cancel la-dee-da days,
Give you skin cancer instead,
Grieve in-between the acidic rain.
Charity can bring you to your knees,
Sickness suffocates everything scrubbed clean,
You might die sooner than you realize,
The happiest die smoking away idle time.

caramelize cola eyes
eleven words cannot describe
what I lost lastnight.

Sometimes I cry so hard depleted,
Only to find that's all I needed,
Not a boy or girl to swoon and take my lucent love.
I watch my friendship lost and engulfed,
Tossed on the sea of death and divinity,
So maybe when you get back we can hangout finally.
There he goes and you follow suit hooked onto his sleeve,
So I love you
but you loved him before me.

The house alarm threw a fit,
Loud sound night red upset! If
she hadn't made it home after I glitched,
the alarm would still breath wail live.
But she pressed numerous soft keys,
like seven red green backspace deletes.
I couldn't remember the code,
I hug you, you scold,
you get down and say cold,
Listen Good Cole;
This is mine, not your home.

I loved you,
But you let me down,
Then I had to turn around.
The sharktank shells chew my spine,
Raw reminders of a perilous shipwreck goodbye.
When we were like canvas art constant and priceless,
But oh, the high octave ocean song  is so quiet, doll.
It returns us to dusty ****** foam,
Dust, stealthy, and androgynous and,
Like a lovesick lighthouse vast and
Alone.

Brutal baby,
futureless is a brutal heavy extravagant
word to describe what we're going through.
I know I shouldn't be rhyming but,
Would it be better if I were lying?
Hopeless absurdities are slippery slopes,
Blast one single truth reminds me of what I know.
Don't tell me I can't count all the times you bailed me out I tried to        
forget but ****, your sadistic love is my main drive.
We have our house the excess *** one bottomless pit
Got the future next in line betting on us.

You were away when I realized it was love,
I'd never feel this way without your trouble,
So I walked back my love alone,
Picking up the straggler's phone,
Swiping new warmth to replace the old.
I couldn't get over your quick getaway,
Why would we pack up on Saturday,
Wait to move out in late June,
In the dark wealth of the new moon?
Looting what is left,
Emphasis on empty space.

Someday maybe I will rise above,
I concealed my heart like I always do,
Beginning again,
I deserve your disdain,
I am nothing good,
I am nothing great.
Someday maybe you will return to me,
And recycle pounds of incomplete pain,
Until then I'll be alone,
I moved too soon,
You say you're good,
Nothing here is great,
Now that I don't have you.

You get home at a decent hour with him smiling,
He scratches your back while you two chitchat,
And you never argue aloud,
Or turn the flowers inside out,
And leave the broken vase in the hall.
How did you get to heaven before me?

Someday maybe I will try to be alive,
Not to die in the war I create,
Memory of when I had something to lose,
I'd give the good for what is great.

I still hate you for leaving me summer,
I can't get over what is under.
this heart is sluggish and it,
Has a temper that's beyond me but you,
Never understood how I loved;
suffocated in a flood like a young god.

That's why I got to alone,
Why did I never let you say your piece?
Nothing's good,
Even if I close
My burning eyes,
I'm practically in hell.
You will never know,
Because you love him,
I'm your blackest sheep,
Count me off the deep.
You owe me nothing,
Pray one day I'll know,
A pantheon that never falls,
I conceived a forsaken afterlife,
Now that I don't have you.

I'm not suppose to be here,
Not suppose to be able to sing,
In this place of material wealth,
I am not suppose to grieve.
Father deem me a prophecy celebrity,
Get me worthy, Get me something,
Give me dominion over Spring.
Why I don't bother to announce,
My source material even now.
Father, I'm flirting with a ghost god,
He doesn't see me as a fire thief,
He doesn't want to believe I ain't real,
Guzzling gold out of the locket,
Slurping electricity from the socket,
egocentric imaginary juvenile,
Robbing Rapunzel from the garden,
****** the lock of golden cherry loud,
The word's never been worthwhile.

Wow, that's good you're doing really good out there.
Woah, like minus the atmosphere I can stand hectic air.
The pollution is everything and
The way you are balder in the summer even remakes me
****, look over at you and cry for Fall
Lame, that I didn't call until you lost everything.

Here goes draft twenty-four,
Should I rhyme somemore?
C an I c a use Rouge words to reset?
Look I'm a youth barely twenty-two,
I'm tired of the same **** things.
I just scribbled sideways,
I can't fix the problem on time,
I'll be back tomorrow,
To take down twenty-five.

Told the TV me today,
liken myself to an early grave!
Kids like me black and brave,
liken us before we waste today!
Give more! Score big!
Gods living in a place you can't get.
Once more!  One America!
Crowd round the dieting breed.
What do you want more money than?
Charity chases... I can't even, man.
Those kids are full look at those tummies, man!
Those Africans are not even American.