Aug 2014
i’ll kick your ***, beat you down, and bring you up just to send you walking on my will
and I’ll never lift a fist
because I’m quick and full of wit, I spit with a venom born to a lyricist
I use to paint the floor with words born from my feet
and then my ******* muscles robbed me
and left me broken at the knees
when the light went dim in my dreams I knew that it was time to bring life to a different me
that found peace in the memories of tights and frills and pink
I found that familiar place, a tree house against a tree scape to escape from a broken place
remembering the way graphite carefully scratched against blank pressed tree
the coincidence that everything in my life would circle around a tree
the dream of a home in the leaves
the escape of a cloud from the different shades of green
the journey through life lines of trunk that hold all the secrets
I don’t want to tell you my thoughts
I want to bring them forth from the trees that silently watched the world unfold
like the spider that hung from the leaves, silently
I’m nothing you want to see
but I’m spinning a web of brilliance, it’s ******* seamless
you ever done something that is so important to you that you can’t explain to anyone
that’s what it is, the importance of my words unspoken, to me, is unbroken
the world is a scary place with a ****** up sense of humor
and we’re all just trying to cope, so don’t forget that
and give me 30 seconds to give you some hope that life is beautiful, coy, and a little sadistic and without you, my life takes to a bit of a *****
and if being sadistic isn’t your bread and butter i invite you to take some lessons in humor
grab my hand and lets walk through this life laughter hand in hand
the yellow brick road, it’s happiness
the journey is the joy, the goal is disappointing
of fake dreams behind a screen
don’t let the 30 seconds of ending rob the lifetime of journeys
this life has never been a roller coaster
unless you're coasting on dreams of fluorescent screens from nine to five,
of traffic jams and planned surprises
this life has never been stuck on tracks
unless you’re into that
let’s derail and explore the thoughts unmoved by curious fingers
blast off to a less supported life
with more room to roam
we’ll call it home and make it somewhere where you’ll want to come
and I’ll never lift a fist
because I’m quick and full of wit, I spit with a venom born to a lyricist
I use to paint the floor with words born from my feet
and then my ******* muscles robbed me
and left me broken at the knees
when the light went dim in my dreams I knew that it was time to bring life to a different me
that found peace in the memories of tights and frills and pink
I found that familiar place, a tree house against a tree scape to escape from a broken place
remembering the way graphite carefully scratched against blank pressed tree
the coincidence that everything in my life would circle around a tree
the dream of a home in the leaves
the escape of a cloud from the different shades of green
the journey through life lines of trunk that hold all the secrets
I don’t want to tell you my thoughts
I want to bring them forth from the trees that silently watched the world unfold
like the spider that hung from the leaves, silently
I’m nothing you want to see
but I’m spinning a web of brilliance, it’s ******* seamless
you ever done something that is so important to you that you can’t explain to anyone
that’s what it is, the importance of my words unspoken, to me, is unbroken
the world is a scary place with a ****** up sense of humor
and we’re all just trying to cope, so don’t forget that
and give me 30 seconds to give you some hope that life is beautiful, coy, and a little sadistic and without you, my life takes to a bit of a *****
and if being sadistic isn’t your bread and butter i invite you to take some lessons in humor
grab my hand and lets walk through this life laughter hand in hand
the yellow brick road, it’s happiness
the journey is the joy, the goal is disappointing
of fake dreams behind a screen
don’t let the 30 seconds of ending rob the lifetime of journeys
this life has never been a roller coaster
unless you're coasting on dreams of fluorescent screens from nine to five,
of traffic jams and planned surprises
this life has never been stuck on tracks
unless you’re into that
let’s derail and explore the thoughts unmoved by curious fingers
blast off to a less supported life
with more room to roam
we’ll call it home and make it somewhere where you’ll want to come
