With one small jump
A leap of faith
Power held deep
Body; out from within
Grow, vote!
Signals of choice
Aura of voice
Dance in the streets
Aggravate the alchemist
With questions unheard
Inspire the creative
With voices unseen
A solo date
Ballad the masquerade
Carry the team
You. Me. Luck
Lay awake, in bed, in desires unknown
Thinking about all the love you’d have
Nonsense you laugh, roll over again
Struggling to dig yourself in
Succeeding at rumpling all of your sin
Between your legs in folded disarray
Crying, the notes of anger reach your ears
Somebodies playing games with the time of day
Somebodies turned on the lights of this morning
Scream my daily sins, scream my cover at night
albatross, albatross, albatross rock
albatross, albatross, albatross rock
Step move floor get start go.
Creek lurch groan yawn
And reach for the sky in an outstretched embrace
And breathe in and out and in and out
To know, believe, dream, excite
To love, to keep, to be is indeed
I wish for you
My bubbling brother
A year of happyness
A year of discovery
A year so bold
It calls your name
It holds you high
Aims you at the sky
But especially today
Your day of days
On your birthday of 28
Happy Birthday brother
Exciting elaborence of twisted tangles
Following the rivers of nostalgia and indulgence
Tampering the side effects of sickening reverence
Slide. Slide with it and glide.
Divine, prosper and prophecize with siblings
Ranting and raving at disgruntled earthlings
Disgusted with the forgotten underlings
Roll. Roll with it and glide.
Take your time and flick the coward
Maybe the disturbance will move forward
Laughing and following and lack of regard
Heavy. Heavy with it and glide
It’s late at night, I can feel the blood running through my body like left over pizza
My ears are piqued, somewhat similar to concerned gophers peeking about for danger
The lights are turned down low, but not nearly low enough for transmission faults
I can feel the soul crushing sound emanating from the four doors of my sedan
and I’m feeling like trouble.
7 o’clock runs through my veins like the trouble I’m meant to be
Ringing of laughter and dreams I can play the movies I know last two hours long
But that’s alright, my judgement’s impaired with the fresh smell of a falling sun
It’s an amazing day turned amazing night, lovers are high with sinister anticipation
and I’m looking for trouble.
Exhausted, I slowly slumber sideways
Eager to do, but seriously lacking the go
Should this bother me?
Lazily blinking my eye lids
My that’s a pleasant emanating aroma
It will distract me for a little while
And then maybe, when the time is right
I’ll get up, and continue my bids