My pen has now run dry No longer does its quaint ink paint dreams of childish wonder or giddy hopes that maybe time might turn back and the bygone days, (their memories made sweet with pain and with grief dead-within the sheaths of past) might come back alive
No longer does my pen burn with the same flame of angst or soothe my grieving soul of the pangs of it's misery or provide comfort to a wounded heart as a catharsis (setting aside the mythical Sisyphus stone)
No longer do ideas flow through my pen No longer does it conceive aspirations of a new dawn; No longer does it's silent mouth whisper to my soul of the void and emptiness of life of words devoid of all meaning and of those silent thoughts left unspoken
The clouds in the sky moved apart like a lover dwelling on fears unsaid the stillness of the night and the silence of the stars hung heavy in the atmosphere and suddenly the moon shinned forth from the tip of my pen.
Do you always wear your smile like this? Have you tried it from the side, like this? You’re the highlight of the show. Let’s live tonight like we’re myths. Do you always ride the vibe like this? Have you ever felt the hype like this? Be the highlights of the night. Kiss me through your sunset tears. I might, Tonight, Empty my conscious out, Invite you to newer heights, A modest view of the sprites, Tonight, I might.
it is about this time, this time right here, the now, holy friday night y’all, can i get an amen! (amen!) drink that beer (alwaysalways beer, yeah!) wooo!! play that song – excuseme – that countrysong again!!! raise them glasses, boys and ladies (yeah, one more, one more) uh, right, somethingsomething my truck yeeeeeehaaawww how are y’all feelin’ tonight!!!!
(i’m heading home alone and for the first time in my life i forgot my keys) .
Roaming this empty street I'm one with the darkness around me, I don't feel scared, it boosts my confidence, I'm self aware. My combat boots won't give in through all storms they'll resist, the trees dance with the breeze, the streetlights shine and fade. Your silhouette walks by my side a hurtful scar of the past a ghost I won't exorcize, you became a part of myself.