sweet to hear you voice again
i miss the nights where we'd run to the park
swingin' on the swings
tryna reach the stars but would only end up falling
falling for each other
smoky skies and smoking cigs
that is who i am
but you didn't care as you held me closer than anyone
and made me yours to keep
damn those ocean blue eyes
my baby, i would gladly drown
if it meant i could taste
those lips once more
you were my first don't you know
in more than one sense of the word, oh boy
once you sucked my lips dry of all my worth
and stole my beating heart
tangled yourself in the arms of another and forgot my name
did you finally realise what you lost?
'baby where you goin?'
'baby please i'm sorry baby come back?'
walking away wearing your jacket, smelling cheap aftershave and cigarettes
smells like this love
I hope that I am visited by
what I think are angels
(it doesn’t really matter which)
as I wheeze out my last breath,
they reveal to me
that I was actually an alien
from another world
in the misshapen body of a human
for the entirety
of my existence—
days of it.
my role in
this whole charade
would finally make sense:
all of the mind-numbing
of the world
laid out before me—
a picnic for a malnourished soul
to finally feast upon,
a glistening Colorado River to drink from
at long last,
to rest beside.
So I sing of youth
Every niceness is beloved
So I would like to be nice.
I dream of new earth
Every success is glad
So I'd like to get success.
So I sing of courage
Every mind is insatiable
So I'd like to be boundless.
So I do afar voyage
Every mission is impossible
So I’d like to be braveness.
So I sing of the morning
Every spring is blooming
So I’d like to get freshness.
So I sing for shining
Every new day is grooming
So I would like to be endless.
So I break with the dark
Every light is a blessing
So I’d like to be gorgeous.
So I do like the spark
Every win is cheering
So I’d like to be victorious.
So I do try up to the bone
Every wish is like an ocean
So I’d like to be audacious.
So I love everyone
Every caste is human
So I’d like to be gracious.
So I do love you
Every love is pure
So I’d like to be sweet lover.
So I do ask you
Every relation looks future
So I would like to be closer.
I refuse to reuse to the point of self abuse
To run from the fear of knowing
Into the arms of those I've already known
I will create it on my own
Not out of pride for my own success
(of which I will see little)
But because in order for it to exist
I must first find, create and remember this
That, noone besides me
Can ever be me
And that noone will know
If I always say No
Your message was heard by those who have felt
the numbness crawling from a face within.
Whatever one places their attention on will come to them
Therefore I say to focus on life and you shall have it
The mind can see one aspect at any given moment
The given moment can be populated with only one thought or intention
That which is NOW can only have one inhabitant, purpose, and meaning
That which is NOW is all which is
There can be no separation or distance between one time and another, just what exists here
The past is populated with dead images which cannot persist
Only with our attention can they come forth
So it is attention, I tell you, which must be controlled
Not by the swift hand but by the idle fisherman
Who allows his thoughts to drift from cloud to cloud
Not placing any importance on the meaning of one from the next
Or the worries of the day
Or what he has caught
Or what rests in his basket
But only that he may rest
And if someone should upset his rest he will continue
For he is a law unto himself
And his demeanor is based on his determination
And his determination his demeanor
The man who understands this
Will never worry
For worry is the source of worry
And a never-ending cycle of desperation
The man who seeks to avoid this
Should forget it exists
Because to those who forget
It does not.