#eyedea
What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile
Pain filled the void when boy met girl
He’s a puppet to nature, one year later
Now so deeply and sickly in love it makes him hate her
The average romanticized American relationship
Sinks, capsized when either side becomes a slave to it
Conditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone
He needs that feeling that he can’t create all on his own
He despises the fact she has a life outside of him
It drives him crazy to think she’s not insanely consumed with him
Give her the guilt-trip and maybe she’ll quit living,
To stay behind his prison walls and lose all individualism
Well this is happiness, masochistic torture
Played by the decadent, craved of affection
The needle digs deep to push contentment through his bloodstream
And drown out hollow, the pothole of a ******
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If he could only hear her sing, he wouldn’t want to break her wings
But emptiness has such a warm, subtle sting
She makes up for what he lacks, trapped,
He can’t imagine life without someone like that
We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying
Only the lonely resent angels for flying
Twisted, living off of each other’s sickness like parasites
This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying
Only the lonely resent angels for flying
Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
This is paradise
What a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed
her became plural when girl met boy
Between several breakups and plenty relapses
Routine bred-comfort led to serious attachment
Now every once in a while she forgets to breathe
Terrified of losing him, paradise is misery
Too much faith in the life-saving knight in shining armour
Now her knight’s noticing the scars she can’t hide any longer
But they were her story way before he was
It was gross hope to think he could heal such deep cuts
At first it felt so right but after one too many fights,
He turned out that hallway light and all the wonder turned to spite
So they sleep in the same bed with guns to each others’ heads
Dead to romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red
Suffering from post-honeymoon disease, bleached through
His whole existence, she’ll die if he decides to leave
Addicted to the way she feels when they spend time together
Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever
Despite the fact they hold each other heart to heart
You can’t be that close to somebody without being so far apart
Silence, the most obscure sound I’ve ever heard
Those lonely, giant spaces in between your every word
And maybe, I’m totally crazy for holding on but
Just *** I’m insane, don’t mean that I’m wrong
Now that you’re gone I can’t sleep at night
I barely even function right, my memory’s on overdrive
Too hungry and too cold to cry
Miss the companionship I once took for granted
The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished
But I don’t expect you to stay chained by the ankle,
There’s so much world to see so, fly free my angel
I’m dying without you, but it’s teaching me to live
Heaven ain’t something someone else can give
It’s all inside of me.
By: Eyedea - Paradise
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
we're all born into this river
without knowing how to swim
at the beginning
most have
family
to keep us above
the water-
be our life vest
that keeps us
breathing
as the river's
current
flows and carries us
some have been
taught
or have
learned
how to swim
how to
keep above
water
and are flowing
along
smoothly
others,
like me,
have not had
another to teach
guide
and have not yet
taught ourselves
either
simply
treading water
letting the current
of life
carry my soul
knocking me
pushing me under
with barely
a second
that I come above
to breathe
we are all
in this river
together
when the waters get cold
and my teeth
chatter
friends and
strangers
who have been
in these cold waters
before
keep me warm
when I am
going under
and start
to drown
these same people
lift me up
keep me
above
the water
so I can
breathe
others have
tried to teach me
how to swim
how they
make it through
the currents
but
I will have to
learn the best
way
for myself
to stay above
I am
building a raft
out of the sticks
and
debris
I find floating
that I latch on to
while I am
under
even though
I haven't
learned
how to swim
in this river
still
if I see someone
struggling
to stay above
I will do
all
that is in my power
to keep them
above
hold
on to me
if you are being
pulled down
I will tread water
for the both of us
and when I finish
this raft
I will
use it for myself
and when
it has done
it's job
I will give it
to another
to keep them
above
these deep waters
I'm here for you
in the same way you're here for me
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
No caption could ever capture,
The beauty you created before the perceived disaster.
Now it's almost 5 years since anybody's heard your laughter.
You were a young grasshopper that quickly rose to a master.
Still you remain a light in the dark, helping us all write out our chapters.
We never met,
but in my heart you are a constant giver.
Your lifeflow inspired me to jump in the river.
A role model, whose human form I'll never get the chance to know.
Eye love you, thanks for teaching me to let go,
Amplifying my mind to grow,
So I could sail sky high from depths so low.
I'll still smile even though shadows have shadows.
One with the current with intent as my paddle.
Fluid sees release from the chains,
that only were a strangle
You became lucid in the dream,
So fly free my angel.
R.EYE.P
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
Had a stellar time last night at the Rhymesayers 20 year anniversary show.
A lotta these cats have done so much for my soul, that I finally remember the me in the dream that I forget to know. With inspiration so deep we can tap into this eternal flow. I now see into the water clearly, all ripples calmed and all 3 eyes are no longer dreary. This goes to anyone that can hear me, you must let the walls fall to notice all of life's endearing. I have a collection of blurry pictures of mindful Mic wizards, that I have so much respect for - just to shake their hands I would walk through a blizzard. My lover Meg and I drove 12 hours altogether on very little sleep. The amount of appreciation I have for her only grows more and more deep. Even when we're cold she'll still fan my flames. On the path we're on, we still have so much to gain. The amount of love that surrounds us, an overly-rational mind would deem insane.. But you can never see the big picture when you're staring at the frame. Ty Kraus and Mr. Nick Ramsey joined our adventure. Through beautiful December weather, to have a great time and witness magic was our only endeavor. We did what we set out to, mission accomplished. Sat astonished and basked in Brother Ali's dropping of knowledge. All act's crafts were so polished, and I feel like Micheal Larsen, was right there among all of this. I don't think anyone said R.EYE.P once, probably because you weren't resting. Inside the good vibes of the alive family you were nesting. Eyedeas never die, which is why rhymesayers came to life.
They paved the way for many artists' lives to walk in to the light. Building a metaphysical castle one intent at a time. I may not be on the label, but I've been recreated through my own saying of rhymes.
Got to tell Slug once he inadvertently saved my life. This groundbreaking moment ended with, a photo, and a signed tee I wore for the first time last night. For me, there really is no end in sight. We've got the Blueprint and Abilities to know all is and will be alright. I just wanna thank you all, for helping me see my stripes. I hope I can do the same without being a stain on your might. Thanks for helping me believe in me, and please keep painting with your divine insight.
One love~
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC