Here’s one for those flying high
Freed from comatose
Feathered wings crafted from
Lessons and accomplishments

Flow the blood to my heart

Fingers type, sharpened tongues
Bad mouthing, still the eyes
Have yet to see what can be done

You hate me but you hold on
These flames are singeing my skin
It’s not lose or win
And honestly it’s partly my fault
I refuse to do it again

Here’s one for the vagrants
Rapscallions and put upon broken souls
Scowling at those who have it easy
Pushed away by the atrocious aristocrats    

Bring a thought to my mind

Blacked out during my birth
Late to my own funeral
But I was present my entire life

You say you love me but it hasn’t shown
These waves leave me water logged
I’d remember, you forgot
Just leave me out to dry
We can make a clean cut or let it rot

Bring an idea to my mind
An idea and it’s all mine

Flow the blood to my heart
Bring a thought to my mind
Listen to the heart beat
An idea and it’s all mine