Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.
Duality of man makes us wonder,
If not but nothing has been done before

Though mysteries and superstitions roar
Life and death cause us all such a blunder,
Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.

As time moves in one circle, such a bore
I see duality go asunder
If not but nothing, has been done before

Like a philosopher I reach, I soar,
In search of something way over yonder
Something, so well known, it shakes man’s soft core

The duality of man is a war
One of unending battle and plunder.
If not but nothing has been done before

And now I slumber dreaming something more
Awoken by a clap of harsh thunder
Something so well known it shakes man’s soft core
If not but nothing has been done before

Broken glass
Crunches under the feet
Of those lost to the sunset
Behind the corner store
Where it all went down
Something lost and nothing found
Waking up, remembering what’s right
To see what’s not left
And realizing what you are.

Pulled into the bubbling depths
Of what’s left of your soul
Clawing your way up
Ready to blow away all in sight,
All in reach.

Words drop bombs
Blowing away
Lying a foundation
Building in contrary to destroying
The walls grow higher.

What was said and repeating,
And saying it again, repeating
A fire storm of insults and pleas
Begging to keep it up


For no one wants to shoot the last breath.

Like Calamity loves to disrupt the Calm,
Like A Bad Day loves driving one, unloved child off the edge
Like a cat loves to eat her first child
Like a bee loves to help a flower ****
Like a crackhead loves their first pipe
like a Saying loves to be painstakingly true
Like how you love me
I will love you

The winged boy, so unassuming
Stuck with his consuming thoughts
Can no longer stand the time it takes
To climb his peaks
If they keep shackling weights
To let gravity pull him down

The world is a fragile place
A stone's throw and it'll shatter like glass.
It warps, contorts, and moves,
Just like it should,
But glass is fragile.

The World is a strange place
I throw rocks, just to skip along the water
But no matter where they went
I hurt you.

Cool coconut caresses
The open sores in my mouth
From not eating.

I can't help it,
"I don't need it"
I tell myself

It burns but in the least satisfying way
I'd rather swallow fire than
Let myself eat a hole through my empty soul

Trudging through this creative poison
Using it like I use this
Eating away at the different layers of what I need to live

Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck

A king cannot lead from sidelines

And so I did it
And so I lived it
And so I said it
And so I will do it again

I'd write you a song
one not too terribly long

I'd ink your name
under a sketch of your face

I'd love you
the way you should be treated