Get lost in the clouds, in a painting, in reflections in the water when its gently raining Get lost In a story, a poem, dancing to a beat, or staring at the stars contemplating Get lost In the journey and the process, the subtleties of smiles, the tension between opposites when the strings pulled taught enough to sing that song/without snapping, get lost we got a dim light on Ideas riddle ripple round the old oak tree Eggs sizzle skillet golden brown hopefully good breakfast, only meal that concerns me building up that proper vibe might require surgery occurs to me, emergency the thought emerging flirting seems absurd and certainly unnerving versions of her currency were the severed heads of vermin when they’re squirming she refers to them as friends in the end she wouldn’t lend a helping hand couldn’t see past grains of sand caught in the sleepy corners of her eyes then she’d never understand, subtle smiles, master plan we’re living in a world that’s created by the mind, shift thought express, exasperated stress, get it off your chest, refine, define your own divine best guess, game of chess, complex context, stretched far enough to realign your spine sunshine, so fine, awestruck, dumb, blind; suddenly it fits like it kissed one eye done rhyming, no crying, no luck, gun primed, tunnel vision hits you won’t get satisfied Get lost in the clouds, in a painting, in reflections in the water when its gently raining Get lost In a story, a poem, dancing to a beat, or staring at the stars contemplating Get lost In the journey and the process, the subtleties of smiles, the tension between opposites When the string’s pulled taut enough to sing that song without snapping get lost we got a dim light on I need my mind to start working, arms stop going numb tongue stop lurking think I need more ink, yeah I’ll buy another drink take me back to Albuquerque ‘fore I vomit in this sink Head spins the nickel loose, peach fuzz and pickle juice, settle in the ripples noose, stab the rhythm cut the goose, break her neck and touch the truth, shuffle up a troubled sleuth numb fingertips and tingle lips juggle clues in my mind I’m a poet and I got something worth saying Till I open up my mouth, words are vessels and they’re praying that they reach their destination and keep the cargo safe but they’re tattered on the shore whispers drowning in the breaks Gotta lotta faith in truth, even if it breaks the tooth/ its hard and it hurts but ain’t no way we can lose Scattered out amongst the clues, are jig-saw pieces/ tantamount to a short fuse the get lost thesis Get lost in the clouds, in a painting, in reflections in the water when its gently raining Get lost In a story, a poem, dancing to a beat, or staring at the stars contemplating Get lost In the journey and the process, the subtleties of smiles, the tension between opposites When the string’s pulled taut enough to sing that song hum, touch kiss rhythm and the beat lives on

there's a widow in the nursery despite the lack of evidence he tries to find a reason when she speaks without pretense a prayer for every tear, and struggles to make rent spider webs thread his hair a rats nest unkempt pulls his sweat stained cap wipes brow keeps working the dirt he shovels now is wet with blood salt and flirting not a single seed will sprout from this once fertile soil when the autumn comes there will be no harvest toil oil smothered skin, bruise covered fruit keep reminding him he was blinded by the truth He's bent to one knee, she decided to repent he whispered audibly, "everything makes sense" we don't fall, we never hit the ground we are flying, no reason to come down she sips resentment, chased with a glass of wine stumbled through the park he finds a bench and reclines he would take his boots off, but he's certain they'd be stolen the winter hasn't hit but both his hands are frozen frost held at bay by a potion in a bottle if you ask him where he's going says he's better off tomorrow she tries not to think of him, the memory makes her sore she forgives him for the shaming and his appetite for more war drums in her chest proclaim its more than evident that the battles he was fighting were no longer relevant she fortified blockades, to mount a strong defense he was outside her walls screaming "everything makes sense" we don't fall, we never hit the ground we are flying, no reason to come down He asked about the blood, she would laugh and change the subject they will never be undone, stardust is their substance a motivating mantra digging nails into her walls groping for a foothold, her scales start to crawl she feels his approach, in the hairs behind her neck standing to attention, she perceives it as a threat assuming his intentions, her contingency is ready she chokes up on her hammer thinking maybe it's too heavy a knife between his teeth, his climb is near the end he's come to cut the cord, they'd be better off as friends she sees the whites of his eyes, swings her version of events his grip is finally broken, "everything makes sense"

Where did you go? Can you take me with you. I need some time to sort these issues. Kinda strange. Show me what a kiss do. I had to write a song just to say I miss you. we just started one date, ruby tuesdays few nights in my basement cuddled watching anime there was hope and there was tension misadventure in relationship that's where we were heading slowly embracing it your head was on my chest, my hand was in your hair confused it with heaven, said i could die right here we both seemed hesitant to speak the words "I love you" taught her Spanish, remembered French and she taught me "Aishiteru" didn't wanna play no shows, get rowdy get loud i was certain i'd go and see your face in the crowd had to practice all the things I would say i ain't seen color since christmas day hail santa scrawled across my chest punch the fucking fat man give the fantasy a rest i wanna go just a little bit crazy hallucinate, a dream me and you in the daisies elucidate, the phrases that you taught me when we spoke a lucid date, your head on my heart hear it hope smoke's the only thing that should float away the note i wrote was a mess here's the words i gotta say: stay with me by the fire just a little bit more pray we last forever and we keep each other warm it's winter outside, but we got a frozen moment i'mma stay right here, i ain't ever letting go of it where did you go? can you take me with you? i need some time, gotta sort these issues kinda strange, will you show me what a kiss do? i had to write this song, to tell you that i miss you

(verses only) i'm shook now, shook, look at my eyes i poked 'em you gave me the key, gave me the map don't know which way that i'm going i shoulda been tested more frequently cause there's a lump in my chest and it's growing on the outside, but on the in... most of my seeds were sewing all of the stitches together the strips of a flag but a cold wind is blowing the fabric is ripping, nylon is dripping, below--the embers are glowing the moon is full, a man is winking, and atlas's bough is golden the tune is cold, the lock is picked, and outside it is snowing they're burning the blankets to flirt with the warmth and tickle the flames, they're orange i'm under your eyes and braking the lights, this shattering view is too gorgeous i'm not worthy, nor am i fit... to touch your hem with this whore's lips she's sipping her coffee the moment she taught me the meaning of jesus's torn fist that's when she stopped me and told me to copy the dreaming of those who were born rich i'm chasing lions, catching squid, and cleaning a swordfish i'm cupping foam, my nails are green, thumbs harbor the scent of sage we'll leave nothing alone we sail through dreams she's bending the bars of our cage the child is sleeping now, reality tangled between her fingers the child is dreaming now, we devour seeds, sea horses and lions linger turn table navel fuzzy like a stable filled with angels dip a ladle in a pale labeled fable ale sail staples cross the axis, of an accidental boat hope choking on the floss that slid it's way inside your throat a juxie stumbled in stole the slugs from out your chest fumbled rocks, juggled pins then he aced the AIDS test his fades fresh, ears sittin just underneath the jaw line the gear remains blessed, dew rags and new kicks i got mine stop signs laugh at your ego, litigation and the thought line drags it's belly cross the pavement derailed locomotives steamed powered plus combustion these nails poke her motives green sour dust emotions it was the greed, it wore a hole in my breast pocket her lips took the lead, my feet commenced the walkin her eyes play the victim, her hands do all the talkin her spine was laced with riddles and a bullet and a locket

I'mma sail the ship outta the bottle listen as the cork twists for every line your mind coddled, like "come here, snort this" for every light bulb burnt out and used to melt ice for every farm girl turnt out tryin to get a hit of that spice it's the spite in my chest, bile rising in my throat a smile come undressed and ants nesting in coke it's not the way that hope floats or the fact the boats sinking can't hear the music for the notes, not when this strobe light's blinking couldn't smell the bush cause the thorn was a prick the seeds are starting to push there buds arose from the shit couldn't smell the bush cause the thorn was a prick the seeds are starting to push there buds a rose from the shit i'm addicted, to the work and the craft i'm addicted so i flirt with the path i'm addicted, to the word and the rhyme we're all addicted, and we're biding our time i need a new drug, one that won't make me sick one that don't make me dumb or make me act like a dick won't send me to jail or make me run outta breath don't turn my skin into scales printed Braille on the chest it's the, flesh of her legs, nerve endings that bled sizzle the bacon and eggs we take our breakfast in bed room service, is the sexiest scent my tongues nervous and she make me wanna eat out and lent my lungs wordless like i ain't got nothing to vent i shun purpose, we in bed, our bodies are bent its my lips on her shoulders, my breath on her neck its the way she rolls over like she's asking what's next its the lust in her eyes, the fire in her voice it makes my blood rise i ain't got no other choice i'm addicted, to the smell and the taste i'm addicted, to the hungry look on her face i'm addicted to the way she biting her lip we're both addicted, i'm going down with the ship [rant: binary opposition and, its about love] i love video games graffiti porno and booze i love poker when i'm winning fucking hate when i lose i love being lazy i love scratchin my nuts i love getting in the shower first thing when i get up pork and eggs for breakfast, salt and red meat drinking lots of beer any food i can eat shrimp, tofu chicken and rice corn fried potatoes any drink made with ice i love hip hop punk rock country and blues driving through the back woods taking a cruise shaking cans of paint put my name up on metal now she's jerking on my strings like her name was Gepetto I'm addicted, i'm a life addict i'm addicted yes i am a life addict i'm addicted, i'm a life addict i'm addicted yes i am a life addict i'm addicted to life

flow state rotate open up your third eye grow fate your rate motion to the sky fly, spread breath, speak gentle walk easily carry a big stick, just for show, it seems to mean your knees are weak a hermit and his torch bored of burden he approached scattering ashes to the rabbits and the vermin and a roach spoke of the real world, one outside of our skulls one we can't touch, if we did we can't know choke the peels gurgle, a harvest for gulls spun martyrs in rust, kiss dirt and then grow Sisyphus' boulder tumble, Mona Lisa smirk she's laughing at the action, he finds candy in the work there's a hurting in the flirt, skirting edges of a church "hold your breath on holy ground" paint a canvas when you search its a random string of words tied tandem to your nerves came closest to the boasting of the scattering absurd ash cans and sand boxes look the same from here I'd ask you to come closer but you're stranded in that mirror standing with a deer forked tongue shining near the shoulder of the road and a half a can of beer to warn passing vessels of the rocky shores below stoke embers, shine light, breath deep, and let go swim, fluid, carried by the flow there's a freedom in the meaning when you just let go who were you waiting for whose name was on your lips? i dunno it starts with "God" pronunciation slips minds slit wrists, time throws fits and if Godot don't show then it seems the name sits well, very well, and right where it should be all the while asking marigolds 'bout what we can and could be so lucy's in the sky when Rilke's angel sings who if I would cry would hear the strumming of these strings?