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

Mari

"Come with me." You said as you cried in my arms
"It's alright, I'm right here. Don't worry about it..."
But then you said you had been through this
when we were in your car
We crossed the ocean together
We spent years apart
We said yes
You taught me so much so fast
Im sorry I couldnt be what you needed

I just wanted to be normal and love you
But I will always play music
Because even if you didnt want to marry a musician
you wanted me to play music

Jane Doe

500 feet in the air, with the wind blasting in my face

Every nerve is firing from head to toe

I was scared to go but you were there

Part of me wanted to be like you

and part of me didn't want to be left behind

When we did it more and more it got easier and easier

When we did it more and more we came together

The electricity that happened in the sky followed us to the ground

It was primal, instinct, something that I needed more of

When we went home it continued

I'm not sorry for who I am

or how I do things

I know that no one seems to understand how my process works, or how the thoughts in my head formulate

I know you did, but you didn't agree although I tried to be something better, or different

I just want to grow, and I just want to feel

But these things aren't had easily, and neither were you

It is time to move on

You were then and I am now

Sometimes you meet people in life who aren't ready for you

and you aren't ready for them

If I could only stop my head from saying these things I would

But I will remember your beauty in chaos

Your strength in pain

and your desire to create your own everything

Why do people leave? I think it just happens

Why do people leave me? I think it just happens

I am tired of trying to figure it out

I can't be your sunshine

I can't be your anchor

I can't be your everything

I can be me

I am strong

I am weak

I am a genius

I am mad

I am every opposite end of every spectrum that cannot be balanced

Teetering on the edge of chaos and peace

I am the only one of me who has been through pain and heartache

of losing myself as well as you

But I can walk, I can breathe, even though my body is not what it seems

I do not need a pass, a pardon, or an excuse

But now I have only 5 hours to do what I have to do and that will take longer than that

So get out of my head, because I have a ton of shit to do