If you were the sky
Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.

I'm stuck here.
I'm gonna die here.
I've moved so little that the shadows are printed on my skin where the sun can't burn.

I'm trying to move.
I have plans to move.
I'm doing everything in my power to move.
I'm giving everything I have, everything I am, risking everything except for my heart hope and soul just to move.

But I can't move.

I swear when I move I'm gonna move in ways nobody has ever seen before. I'm gonna move so fast, I'll pick up everybody else who's like me; Who wants nothing more than to move but just can't seem to figure out how.

Nothings gonna stop me when I move.
Not because I'll move so fiercely but because I'll move with so much grace and I'll help so many others move that people won't want to stop me.

They'll say, "let him move, its better for everyone if he moves. Things have improved, since he moved."

A lot of people when they move they go straight to the buffet, stepping on people, not really caring where they step and then they eat all of the food.

They eat so much more than they need and it only makes us want to move all the more.

They love that we can't move, if we all could move they wouldn't have abundance, we'd all be just right.

I don't wanna be like them, I wanna move everyone.

I'm gonna move the world.

I wish I could move.

But I can't move.
*breathe

The slithering snake slid onto my windowsill
One of us looked mad enough to ****
I got a sturdy stick
Hit it hard, like a brick
Snake ended up that evening on my hot grill.

Tipsy Trixie likes to do blow.
Coffee, blow.
    Lunch, blow.
       Shopping, blow.
For Trixie, that's how life goes,
A long line of genocide
    Going up into her nose
Before a cold, bare floor catches Trixie's clothes,
in an attempt to add to her stash
Of street corner cash
All wrapped up in rolls.

Selling herself short just to finance the blow,
She'll soon snort herself cold,
or maybe she'll get **** rich and forever swim in her snow.

But I'm no dreamer,
And trixie's a coke *****.
Another street corner dime
Just looking to score.
When this winter blows over
She'll be sniffing for more.

look into thine eyes..
can you see that burning fire of desire..
it can only be felt
only if i am with you
only with you..