Strong

Not a candle nor self illumination.
Would it be candid or simply ignorant to call it her conscious?
Her invisible hat tipped slowly,
She steps forward as if to confront yet she stands her ground.
Opinions are forming slowly, caressing the insides of her skull.
Her eyes. They do not simply take and adjust, but give in greater amounts.
They see past the fourth dimension, past her foe.
Knocking at her door or simply getting knocked down? Her gaze is unlimited as she pierces the watery obelisk that
is her foe's exterior
He or she cannot stand, let alone continue.
This gaze is not love or hate.
Neither judgement or holy condensation
hanging on to an empty shell.
This gaze can be infatuation or lack there of.
Her eyebrows are arched in a slight curiousity
that she might know all of the answers.
There's no such thing as a sudden realization.
Those ideas and facts form over time.
The x-axis of the timeline is full of incomplete thoughts
that have yet to become those patents or those copyrighted materials,
Intellectual Property

Black Velvet

Crashing into the surface of the Earth
The one unknown to the rest of us

It's so cliche to understand this space
Why are we having this much fun?

Grind those gears like mission control
You're free to go with a constant reminder
Of the words that you're stuck on
The ones stuck in the rear of your throat

It's starting to breaking apart in my mouth
Dissolving into the brinks of my system

The King is dead but there's a chance of reign
If the rest of us don't give up

Stars
Stars, stars, stars
The words make no sense to me anymore
As they drag across the black canvas
Taking with them my hope, my dreams,
my everlasting sense of being

Brick Wall

After sleeping in I finally got up
Hit the floor, hit the lights
Put on a fresh coat of god who knows what
Inhaled and looked outside

There's another chance I'd be thinking gray
Out of sight, out of mind
Another caught sense of post-teen lust
Now I have crossed the line

You have my blessing to have fun by yourself
But i wont know how to handle it

If you throw caution to the wind
Ill be sure to catch it

I wont know what to do
If i come home and im not with you
because while im away
Make no such mistake
My hearts a one way street named after you

I have no knowledge
beyond the boulevard
The walls are foreign and
the asphalt's feeling hard

The rain has turned to mist
but it's still falling down
My mind has turned to mush,
can't concentrate now

Chained

I bit into the crisp autumn air and stepped forward. The leaves falling, crashing towards the ground in a fit of fury and relief. They finally let go, abiding by the rules of their kind. Whether they realized it or not, the moment was upon them. Below me, the concrete was holding up underneath my weight. The smell of chlorophyll euphoria was only overcome by the gentle breezes carrying the aroma of whatever cart vendor was out for the day. Everything appeared so melodramatic to me.

If I Could Throw Her as Far as I Trust Her, It'd be a World Record

I'm waiting
For something to come by
Something to grab me by the hand

I'm waiting
To be pulled in one direction
And not know exactly where to stand

There's mysteries that have yet to be solved
I pretend to know everything and nothing at all

But there's
A point
Guiding us to the end
Telling us when it's time to come around

I'm waiting...

There's a broken heart underneath these broken seams.
I can't understand why everything is not what I believe
it to be

I'm waiting