You were the drought
  and I was the rain that
was going to drown you out.

But you swam like you depended
                on the earth to hold you.

Never letting you hold ground
              cos I took it from under you.

No discipline to hold you like gravity,
        the only thing you'll be doing is sinking..
  

Bottom of the bay, where all wasted things
                sink too, you may take a while.

But believe me you'll end up where the rest
               sank.

Shrink wrapped with
        stones of regret on ya
             ankles of missteps.

When you dried out I was the oasis
                   of plentiful rhyme.

you tried to steal from my fountain
   but i held you under till you drowned.

And as long as no one knows where you
  were ship wrecked, you'll be a drought
in a sea of plentiful moisture
                                    that i drink upon.

Theres something here that wasn’t there before
Metal in the ground, and its people
Watching as it caves in
A porcelain signal to the root
Theres something here that wasn’t there before
Gravity, undone
I’ll be here when it tears itself to the floor
In ruins, and in figures making vows in smoke
There was something here that isn’t anymore

I fell for you in the winter
my bones cold
I was decaying with fallen leaves
and I remember the books
How they described this feeling
with countless metaphors
But it’s like reading about gravity
And falling for the first time
With no way to see
What’s going to catch you.

i want to let go
to jump into the void
and catch my wings on an updrift of wind
to feel the freedom of longing
but the resistance and gravity
of the thought of you is both holding me back
and pulling me down.
the thought of you restricts me from
going,
leaving,
starting my life how it's suppose to be,
becomes hope is demolition to a soul of love.
notice how i said the thought of you.
it isn't you,
but my mind's imagination of what could be.
the gravity of knowing i will never be enough for you
pulls me down and weighs on my heart.
i know it will shatter and i know i won't recover..
but it's a high that only your drug can give me.
and honestly, i'd face this overdose
over withdraw anyday.

It’s been hard
Trying to figure out who you are
Figuring out where you stand.
Sometimes the ground is unsteady, unstable
Sometimes you fall down
It’s hard when no one is there to help you up
When gravity is pulling you down..
It’s hard to find the force up
But when you find that force, that will to fight..
Nothing can stop you.
“I am a force to be reckoned with” you say
“I am here, I will fight harder” you say
I am here to stay
I am here and I will push forward
I can beat gravity.

Santa patrona de los
Cirujanos plásticos y las
Escaras
Por ti merodeamos más cerca al
infierno

No hay que hacerse ilusiones
Por ti mediante
El cielo se mantiene libre
De hombres y expectativas

Nos pegaste al barro
Y al cemento
Condenados a la calvicie
Y a las rodillas en carne viva

El hecho de vivir de pie
Puede parecer una herejía  
Frente a tu maldita y relativa
Omnipotencia