and maybe she's a melody;
i mean you will never know if she is
broken or desperate or reaching for something

or just trying

and maybe it's because there's so much going on like -
we have become too loud or
she has perfected silence,
but quiet speaks of the truth more than anything, like -

there's a heartbeat in there that says she's not beyond saving,
just in need of noticing

i mean, there's a heartbeat in there that says
you don't even have to join her sad singing,
just that -

notice, notice, notice
and start listening

Energy rushing
             Adrenaline humming
             Sweat dripping

No one on the street
Hear that beat
Pump that pedal
Feel that beat

             Air rushing
             Engine humming
             Rain dripping

Alive is the night

The music
              Throbbing/thrumming

So loud
                             Brazen beat
                             Boiling blood
             Feverish

Alive is the night

                      As am I

             you see they sang two different tunes
             but together, the masterpiece formed
            her                                                        his
            treble                                                  bass
            rang                                                     low
           out                                               ­         soft
           into                                    ­                    and
           the                                               ­           full
           night                                            ­         with
           joins                                     ­                  love
          his in                                                   for her
    harmony                                               soothing
perfectly in                                          perfectly in
sync.                                                     sync.

Disney didnt lie
You just haven't found the right guy
And I don't mean that "nice guy"
You know the one
That always wants to have fun
But always expectin sumin'
And sleeping beauty lyin in bed
Rattlin her head
Like Disney said i was a princess
But I feel like a Pauper instead
Because I havent found that kiss that opens up my eyes
And all these players out here are frog just tellin lies
In disguise
But I want a prince eric that goes into the ocean
I want me Aladdin that knows how to fly
But ofcorse Disney didn't lie
And I just haven't found the right guy
3 days to find love
But that ain't enough time
And im tryin to find a healing flower
That heals my broken heart
A genie in a bottle that would set me apart
Maybe one day I will turn in to a mermaid and live a life with music and art
But thats a farce
Maybe I will end up like elsa
Queen of the singles
Not needing to mingle
With the common folk
Sometimes I feel like Disney is a ******* joke
But I keep hearing that Disney didnt lie
And I just havent found the right guy
The guy that will give me all his time
The guy that isn't in it for the money
Or the glory
Or the crown
But im looking around and all I see are these clowns
And John isnt around to save his Pocahontas
Theres a long list
Of reasons I get ******
That flynn's not out here trying to give me a kiss
And I feel like my opportunity was missed
And I'm on the ground in some mist
Waiting for the dwarves to put me in a glass casket
And i just hear the same fact
****
That Disney didn't lie
I just havent found the right guy

As the days of life sing
Time dances forever in my hands
So as music is as true as the sky
I'll let the blue canvas stay behind the clouds.

Knowing as the nightly moon meets the sun
I'm happy with this, surely.
For my eyes are so small compared
To them planets so big in the black.

Inside, love will bring peace of mind
As long as people continue to take in light
My body plays along with life's song
And my soul changes with my face and hair.          

Girl, my heart is still a boy
Will you give me the chance to become a man?
I hope my venom stays low, and that these feelings
Do not ignite a depression revolution, because
These worms inside my head
Feel nothing, they want to **** all of my friends.
Don't you understand, woman?
We have grown from the child.

Let us keep the infant away from war
And away from the battlefield where we met
Let us pray he avoids the person down by the red dust
So that he does not have to feel our pain.                                            

On this bright green Earth
Where we can be real anytime we want
And lies and joy exist simultaneously
Could even God come up with something like this?

We humans are everything but cosmic
For we are meat through and through
And although our names do not let expectations fall
Mister Ellison does not have much inspiration left.

Why you got those boots on your feet
Are you the wandering jingle jangler
That heeled high feeling easy dreamer
Lending ears to become the audience
Marking antonyms like Julius Caesar
Trying to rise before the failures fall
Sublimely for the mad beauty of it all
In desperate dreams of the final curtain
Draping the fading drama in the folds
The weatherman never read the script
And left his quill on the top of the hill
When Romeo betrayed Juliet to the fool
Stealing his chance of everlasting fame
Casting shadows before his own naming
Everything in the lies of playing games.
At least that’s why he sold himself again
For *** and drudgery’s rotting role play
Once for the money and twice to show
That charity begins when gambling ends
Throwing dice at the shaming of the true
Believers in the obviously innocent song
That sang itself to deaths other oblivion
Dwelling inside the flickering footlights
Burning soles who tread the dollar less way
To stage their very own beautiful demise
Before a paying and praying audience
There’s no business like the dying business
That’s the dumb an’ smart career move  
As death consumes all; here and ever after
The three ring circus hits the super highway
To heavenly pay days in the after math
That stole the souls of the leading actors
Wasn’t that just the smart career move
To die happily on the wings of disaster
Farewell sweet prince an’ princesses
May flights of angels love your music.