Pass me that red bottle
Pass me that cup of wine
Pass me those bad decisions so I can slow down the time
Pass me that cold drink so I’ll feel your hand with mine
So that when I blink, I’ll wake up to see a sign

Cause lately it’s been crazy
It’s nothing short of shady
Working 9-5 it’s always "Yes"
Never a maybe

Stuck in one big system
Without a say in the decision
I always keep on wishing
That we were back our position

Of remembering all the lessons
From all our classroom sessions
To walking pass the hallways
As we say our one true mission

That one day we’ll float higher
To see that sun and whatever’s brighter
To build one lasting empire
But we were burnt out by the fire

Do not wait
for someone
to offer you
their world.
Remember,
you have your own.

"Would you look at
all these free souls
carrying their cages
wherever they go?"

People are free. their minds free. their speech free. free from slavery. free. but are they truly, free? They have built cages for themselves. They never want to come out of them. We pray to God. unquestionably. unfailingly. but why do we fail to question the real reason why we pray to God? why are we searching for him in statues and people when we know he left this place a long time ago? and if he didn't leave, why do we celebrate what he created and not question what he destroyed? why do we fight to save someone we can't see or feel against the very people he created?
Until people come out of the cages, we may never get the answer to these questions.

"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."

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Death; just an old dog
still trying to learn new tricks;
To soften our grief.

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Are you humble
to the very walls and windows
of your drifting soul?

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Full Lakota moon,
unzips me from her womb &
dismantles this love.

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Tell me where to sell
my soul, and I will meet you
there; ode to myself.

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We look back to how
we orchestrated our love
in those polaroids.