Santa likes to party
Yeho and such
Smoke the ganja
With enthusiasm
Fly while dodging lit
Then devouring cookies
How do you think
He eats them all
No one likes 10,000 cookies
Santa likes to party
Yeho and such
Smoke the ganja
With enthusiasm
Fly while dodging lit
Then devouring cookies
How do you think
He eats them all
No one likes 10,000 cookies
It's mid-afternoon
The grit has worked its way
From the bottom
Of my shorts
To just under my balls
Irritating more than incapacitating
The midday sun
Dangles its heat
Across my body
In complex waves
Fighting to stop my breathing
Or swell my brain
It's mid-afternoon
The grit has worked its way
From the bottom
Of my shorts
To just under my balls
Irritating more than incapacitating
The midday sun
Dangles its heat
Across my body
In complex waves
Fighting to stop my breathing
Or swell my brain
I am going to wax...poetic
Give credence to my grief
Paint impossibly clear
The pain I feel every day
The loss of years
Of joy stolen
Not by time, circumstance
But by me
By things traded for other choices
plans made by thinking three moves ahead
I am going to wax...poetic
Give credence to my grief
Paint impossibly clear
The pain I feel every day
The loss of years
Of joy stolen
Not by time, circumstance
But by me
By things traded for other choices
plans made by thinking three moves ahead
God Damn those
Who would hold me down
Drive their spikes
Of reality through
My mind
Define me without thought
Of who I REALLY AM
God Damn those
Who decide our fates
Drawn up the seams
Hemming us into their
Thought
Never seeing, tasting
The world we see
God Damn those
Who would hold me down
Drive their spikes
Of reality through
My mind
Define me without thought
Of who I REALLY AM
God Damn those
Who decide our fates
Drawn up the seams
Hemming us into their
Thought
Never seeing, tasting
The world we see
Some days
I can still smell
The scent of youth
The smell of hope
The naive belief
Of fairness
Of effort being kind
Not ignored
Left swaying in a wave
Of uncaring discard
I hear the words
Some days
I can still smell
The scent of youth
The smell of hope
The naive belief
Of fairness
Of effort being kind
Not ignored
Left swaying in a wave
Of uncaring discard
I hear the words
Sons don't grow
As old as fathers
Being better
Comes at a cost
Excelling the past
Burns deep
Into the psych
The body, the soul
We strive to excel
Succeed then
Pay a price not asked before
A responsibility given
Taken and formed
Then fading too soon
Sons don't grow
As old as fathers
Being better
Comes at a cost
Excelling the past
Burns deep
Into the psych
The body, the soul
We strive to excel
Succeed then
Pay a price not asked before
A responsibility given
Taken and formed
Then fading too soon
She glowers and glows
Insinuating power
Power in a gaze
In an expression
A stance taken
Power of mind
Steel jaws of knowledge
Kept, unrusted
Gleaming with
Forethought and intelligence
Power of spirit
Kept in tight hands
Willing success
She glowers and glows
Insinuating power
Power in a gaze
In an expression
A stance taken
Power of mind
Steel jaws of knowledge
Kept, unrusted
Gleaming with
Forethought and intelligence
Power of spirit
Kept in tight hands
Willing success
Pairings and harmonies
My emotional state
Dark twisted, unrelenting emotion
Lack of hope
dragging down dark alleys
Ensuring each thump you receive
Bright, drooling, pain
Of body, of soul
Pairings and harmonies
My emotional state
Dark twisted, unrelenting emotion
Lack of hope
dragging down dark alleys
Ensuring each thump you receive
Bright, drooling, pain
Of body, of soul
Time wraps us
In the clothing of change
Of demand dragging us forward
Taking youth to young bloom
To full maturity
To final thought
Before it is done
In it's passage
Marking a place
Constantly marking
A journey of entropy
An inevitable response
To a life lived
Time wraps us
In the clothing of change
Of demand dragging us forward
Taking youth to young bloom
To full maturity
To final thought
Before it is done
In it's passage
Marking a place
Constantly marking
A journey of entropy
An inevitable response
To a life lived
Always look up
When your victim looks down
Notice the scent
It's taste, color
The emotion it portrays
Know the heat, the desire
Always look up
When your victim looks down
Notice the scent
It's taste, color
The emotion it portrays
Know the heat, the desire