You're not right and im not wrong
I sold my heart for a song
Believing you'd look after it
Forgetting i had to sing the same tune
Life called desperate
I couldn't hang up
Her song was intense
I have to listen for the change in tempo
The words
The meaning
She captivates me
Always asking never demanding
So when she needed me i ran
But like i ran on the wind never touchibg the ground
Yet feelibg as grounded as ive ever been
I guess what im saying is i need a refund
Ive got to invest in a new future
Got to get out of a bankrupt past
Right or wrong hes calling you stop hanging up
Its time you did the same.

Kiss my ass i hope to fly
My speck aint nuthin to that plank in your eye
Hold me down i just get higher
Dead weight or spare tyre
You dont write my story
Youre just the obstacle that keeps em tuned in to my glory
The halo on my head is real
I earned that shit
i traded in my Achilles heel
Your words bounce off
Like water beads off a duck
Because i made my own luck
Lifted with the light of life
Left my fate to the skies above
I take my place
love you more as you love me less
In the good Lord my sins are confessed
I still make mistakes and yeah ive got the tact of a crate
God loves me anyway and that's just great
like i said truth is king
i do what i do in honour of Him
And for that glory my heart will sing
most important is one thing
i know you can
And those who dont can kiss your ass
I hope you fly
Where your dreams are way up High.
You can.

  Jul 16 Sylkie Smoothie
C Tyler

Ode to a Poet(writer)
I know you,
All alone
4am is when you feel most at home.
I feel you,
Blank page, full pen,
I see you,
Looking at a page waiting for a tale to unfold,
When it starts, it flows,
I am you,
Hiding away, writing my pain,
Escaping reality,
Day to day,
We are art,
In the way we move,
We are the dreamer's and believer's
Pad and pen in hand til our dreams come true.
C. Tyler

The body of who you are
cuts through the dimensional landscapes
easily shifting shapes,
pulling a glorious array of colours out of the ether.
Shedding skins and trying on thoughts for size and ideas for comfort.
There's no real perfect fit.
And that's the wonderful irony in the journey of self discovery.
You,  are a timeless beauty measured by the brilliant sparkle in your eyes!
A mind as a treasure trove to endless possibilities!
You float with the stars amongst angels,
as easily as you ground yourself in cool muddy river banks and worms.
Fireflies of whims draw you this way and that,
some sit still for a while and close enough to me so that i can drink you in
and sometimes when the wind whispers right,
follow you for an instant over the dimensional planes
untill I get scared and let go of your hand falling back to earth,
only to admire you like the ever shifting dancing aurora
buillding up the courage to chase you into the light again.


The search for besuty
in the fires of your heart
start at warmth of it and never ends

at its inception
the masterful makers of heart fires
marked you out as extraordinary

I am captivated by the feeling
well before I see it burning in your eyes
Take me with you
light me up like a burning man effigy
explode my heart into a million stars
to chase across the skies
with one simple yess
a doorway
to a thousand and more exhilarating deaths
and rebirths

Set me alight
with all the colours of your love

It's clear that I have lost friends
That's what fire in your soul and the resulting fearlessness brings
I don't have a lot of intelligent open minded people rifling through my works or giving them the attending  or attention they deserve. They might overlook the irony sarcasm, wit or inherent fairness that is so carefully crafted into endless themes. Sometimes a social leveler, others a defensive maneuver of a wounded animal or all out aggressive neutralizing campaign. Regardless, I never wrote for any of them, I wrote for me.
They were just lucky I let them see.

- The SS

I don't mind being called a racist, Marxist, freedom fighter, guerella or any thing else because if you never stood up and said something about something despite what someone might think; you never helped change the world.

Far away eyes cast their gaze upon ever rearranging light pins
Fragile connections vibrate amongst a rare and delicate frequency
The atmosphere lightens and sprawls across a mindscape
and darkens just as quickly when the mood beckons
Hanging in the in the air of possibilities I miss your company
Your wise to my closed eyes
My warm heart to your raging calm
My serendipitous words across your concise beauty
I kiss you hello on the wind aiming for your right cheek
The side you let me ride shotgun
But as always
I visit the spaces you leave behind
Not sure if you even care about glancing at the pinholes of patterns I leave behind
I cry a crystallized tear
and put it in a box labeled dearest b.
Hugss always.

Miss you buddy
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