Blue and Black Siren

Beware of people who awaken your soul
Beware of their control
Understand their importance
But always know and always see
That people will fill you with what they need
All basic bull shit fastened on repeat
And remember the ones who set you on fire
Will do so with a smile

Cold blue death hue
Come to me in the night
With your jet black hair
and eyes of a lynx
Stay with me
Dream with me
Sing these words to me everyday

Because that's why I breathe
I crave your body
I want your soul
I need you to be
Blue and Black flame
Want does not come close to need

And after these few words I've written
About you, about me, about us
I have begun to see
You are nothing but a Siren
Who I just want

So Why?

I'm sorry I don't treat you like shit
I'm not sorry that you like that
I can't understand how you can give yourself to someone
Who must use you and puts all the shit that everyone feels into a blame
that is placed upon you
Can't you see it, why do you keep feeding it?
It is stupid
We can sit here all day and complain about how much we don't like ourselves
Or we can change the world and be better
But no, I'm sorry
You have a man that hurt you
So the whole world is fucked up to you
Never to find an honest soul
But the ones who sit in front of you
I told you I wanted you
Not to abuse you or make you feel less than me
I want you to be beautiful and free
And I'm tired of rhyming because it is easy
And it is so funny because you are just that
Lost in your own bullshit
Lost in what someone told you
For some reason you believe it
And hold these abusive words to you
Yet you cry and want something real
But to be honest you can't handle it
You are lost in a shell of your whatever




So deal with it, and be like the rest of us
Because you are nothing special
Unless you tell yourself so

Well...

Just like the sun wants the moon
and the land wants the sea
I want to hold you in my arms
Not for anyone but me
It may seem selfish but at least it is true
This feeling that comes when I speak to you
It tells me about me
This feeling that comes when you leave
I don't want it, but it lets me be in this moment in time
And I know you don't want to be so caught up
With someone who walked along and grabbed your heart
For a split second, as I am sure
But this didn't last for a second
It is so much more

I need you night and day

I need someone there to be with me

Night and day

To sit and talk with until the sun comes up

I need you to tell me your dreams and your heart

So that when I fall asleep I dream of you

I need your heart and your soul

Nothing more

Love me strong or love me sweetly

But my dear I need you

So please when you dream, 

please think of me so that no matter how far I am

We will be found together

The Way of the World

It's one hell of a motherfucker, you better be ready for it.

Blue Skies

Have you ever felt that feeling?
I'm sure you have
When you are set on fire
What a thing to feel
What a thing to sit with it
and feel it
It's a weird feeling
But I would rather feel that than nothing at all

I must admit

I must admit, that this life has become tame and dull. I have been through so much, and seen so much, that it all seems like some sort of dream. To return to reality, to what we are, is just a pigment of what we are actually capable of. I'm not sure if I've been exposed to too much, or have felt far too much...but at the end as I have returned back to normal, I am anything but. I know I need drive, and passion. But, and it's hard to continue...why am I here? why are we here? This is just an endless saga of pure bullshit that everyone lives until they find something that is more important than what we all think is. Something more important than eating, breathing, loving, living, being apart of. And in that realization you realize how alone you are, how meaningless life is, until you can complete that task. But the task is endless...just like every great symphony, every great note, every great kiss, every love...It all extends into some pool that I can't find and swim in.

I don't want to be jaded, and cold...but sometimes the world makes it hard. After all, we are what we are...and we aren't much, I have come to find. The more I think about it, the more I know that what we all think is so dire, so now, so next in our lives...it isn't. Just shut up and accept it. We have our own destiny, and some actually come to the point where they realize that they want more. But the reality is that most want more, but are not willing to pay the price. I truly hope one day that I am happy, but I know I am working towards that now. And I meet plenty of people in life who are, aren't, don't care to be, want to be, don't know how to be, and need to be. But I'm sorry you couldn't figure it out, if you have great. But I know that my happiness is far beyond what most people would call "Happiness".

When I'm standing in front of 10,000 people, and it will be a very different 10,000, I'll let you know. Until then, whatever.

Failed Audition

I would rather fill my mind with things that make me smile
Instead of all the things that are there
I can't make it any simpler
It's not artistic, or pretty
If I tried really hard I could make words come together that would make you say
"Ah!"
If I tried really hard I could speak so well that it would make you say
"Wow!"
If I worked long enough I could play you something beautiful
that would make you cry
But I'd rather not
I'd rather just be
and if the things I do impress you
and you give me shout and praise
I'd rather you keep it
So that when you see the rest of me
you don't need to wonder why
and not have to think twice
How you thought I was someone or something else
when I'm really just lost in myself, trying to make me happy
And as much as I love seeing your eyes light up, and your face smile with joy
When I laugh, sing, and play
I'm much more than that