Starting over The after party I remember knowing everything The world A big fat oyster Turning seeds of regrets into pearls of wisdom Good intentions polished Until We figure it all out Again And start over
Starting over The after party I remember knowing everything The world A big fat oyster Turning seeds of regrets into pearls of wisdom Good intentions polished Until We figure it all out Again And start over
#Activist Sometimes nothing is worse than control Sometimes nothing is worse than characters Type out of context, Stereotypes Anger Revenge Micro aggressive regressions Micro-aggression Your voice traveling in waves Rocking foundations that topple under the weight of hypocrisy Because a little bird told me now that is funny
scurry here and hurry there hurry scurry everywhere and with your screams in the night the timid mouse has taken flight scratching gnawing behind the walls as you lie sleepless in skin that crawls there is only one cure for that Tomorrow you will get a cat
Often forgotten Rendered ridiculous Thank goodness The shyness That went unnoticed Something to be said for invisibility No one will notice when it is gone forgiven as silence and apathy Disposable
I hear your song To raise the Sun Each petal and blossom Your voice has won I hear your song As winter fades And grey skies disappear In gentler shades I hear your song My spirit lifts Returning passion In all it’s bliss I hear your song And it’s kind My humble ode Has yet …
I know You are busy And who am I A number A collection Proof of your importance I just wonder What are you doing here? Shlumming With mortals
When was it??? I decided to forget the world And love Without thought of that inevitable decay that comes with disappointment Not my disappointment I have ice cream you asshole I don’t need your love Your acceptance So happy valentines day Anniversary Whatever
Your cold breath frozen Counting days until Spring As bare limbs turn white
Wars Whispers of wars Wars of words All the why’s and why nots It’s all the same Only the winner Gets the right to say What “it’s” really about
Another one Another day Always forgotten Days fly into nights Revolutions of mediocrity As the mind races to the next crisis I would love that perfect day Or would I even notice? It was always easier then Though it never seemed like it at the time
The rising tide 