Night glides over the white wings,
settling down from the sky.
Arrival in a familiar place awash with memory.
Come and gone,
return pulls tendrils from squishy matter,
lays them out before me
lights in the pitch, great expanse whispering,
tugging my sleeve.
There is a hill,
and a home,
a tricycle and bad accident,
fluffy morning pancakes,
play dough,
summer sun stretching for years.

sitting in the dark long enough, your eyes adjust u

ntil shadows and outlines, the edges of things, be

come tangible. hard as metal, cold as ice. a body f

rozen in a lake. this is the edge of things. a photo

graph in gray. a sigh. a pen drawing circles until t

he page rips. ink bleeding through everything. an

abyss. abysmal. looking at a reflection, seeing thro

ugh it instead. hollow still has a shell at least. this

is the edge of things, where it stops. it stops…….

The blanket my first love
gave me, still lays atop my bed
Not because I wish to have
back the days on couches
the pictures, family, comfort
but because it was made by a
best friend
and I never forget my friends.

If I had a gun I'd shoot a hole into the sun and love would burn this city down for you.



*Thank you Noel Gallagher

Capitalizing on an era of pseudo depression
Day to day writing and spitting trying to make a connection

The goal is to take the world by surprise and mystify
Reach the souls of the people and have them testify

Our ambition isnt just to rise up and be famous
But you better be ready to step up and pay us

See the problem with music today stems from this lyrical fallacy
It fills our minds with malice and it's simply a travesty

Desperately we cry out to change the game
Hoping to inspire this generation on its rise to fame

Listen closely now and don't take what youve heard for granted
With every single rhyme every line there's passion We've implanted

We don't want to look back and just be known for go dumb and *******
There has got to be more to music than wanting to be charted

Have us at 100 put us back at 1000 theres only one thing we need
To be in the ears of a young man or woman knowing we planted a seed.