Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my smle
your posture
its us
the symmetry
lies like a circle
to give to get
my heart beckons
let us know it

how to define
when all is an amalgamation

your shit
is my life's bread

and it ain't no joke
people are dying from each toke

bring me back to when
yeah I don't know

but time does tell
its all the same

the games been done played
make it count

as you wake
upon each day
what is your thought
upon what is to come

each breath is precious
but we give them away
without thought
of whence they came

your mind is only your own
if you are accepting
of all the times
youve forgotten what to say

my mind
making worlds
upon your words
i see unfold
limitless
paint me pictures
i need

she was his queen
but he had no feet
their life built on make-believe
the sycophants were well fed
but they was not well read
they was starving at home

my love.
your thought

its all
ive got

We shall dance for now
As all else is pretend
As each ripple upon the pool
comes from the same (place)

When laying upon the grass as a teen
and knowing you are the center of the universe
while seeing meteors explode
upon the edges of this world
You know
Magic is real
Dont forget

It is all now
no worries about then or to be
light can not be contained
be it surrounded by darkness
or light abounding
it is all its own
Shine my friend

i should have been the responsible adult
but I cared naught
and i knew
my destruction was the goal
now I am alone to cry
responsible decisions aren't my drunk power
just one more beer
and I will feel whole

she said yes
place it inside
i said yes
be that what it will
where is the harm
now she wont talk to me
as our child gestates
life happens
whether you will it or not
life is beautiful
with and without the pain

i used to sing songs of frogs
and turtles and trees
and now
its just bills, could of been
and empty dreams
i wish i could juxtapose

you are a queen
never met, but all the same
our lives intertwined
the beauty unfolds
upon your breath given
my inhale

times do change
as do people
but the song
its the same

Its the death of the magister
he wont go quietly
its his world we are rejecting
tell your daughters
its the world she was meant
upon this we are apon
and on this all else shall fall
together again