Fortified Life

Nights that were as dark as the day, times when I had so much on my mind but had nothing to say

I’ve stood next to the truth and not seen a thing

I’ve lived a life with belief,

That I’m going to live a life that is as bright as a light

 

Nations prepared to kill to protect all the own

Boys and girls ready to change the world

My heart beats heavier as the most ridiculous parts of life are what I used to hold dear

And Starry nights make it easier for our climb

To make it all the way to a life as bright as a light

 

Tools from the box to create something great

Guitar riffs constructed to integrate sound like syllables straight from the horses mouth

And noise ringing into our headphones on a fiery night

When we were young we couldn’t have cared less about the climb

But now I shout into the darkness to fortify my timeless fight

 

Health those who have stained by bombs and gunfire

Bring them into a lifestyle of quiet

Everyone has something to say so let’s broadcast it, expression

Fight with our minds in a brutal recession

Sessions of love and care

Because we are nothing without one another

The last man on earth’s greatest memory was when he was with someone else

Our prize, on the top shelf (A synonym for our brains)

And planets may collide…
But we pound our chest as we start out our climb

Starry nights help the journey all the way to the peak

To fortify a timeless, and the fact that I’m going to live a life as bright as a light

And I’m going to shoot way out of sight, and be cradled by hope and not by past plight

To live a life, in the shining lights

 

 

 

We Saw Land

I want my financial situation to be perpendicular to the past tense, because in the present, I’m evolving in my own United Kingdom, so I’ll pay debts in pence.

 

I’m alone in sinister endeavor, I turned back a clock with a cheap shot, the novice was stricken with rigor mortis tied up in the parking lot. People talk a lot of shit, my vocabulary wasn’t supposed to develop, the dog eating you alive is called a bullpit, I flip forward what it accepted among these regions,  fuse together the poetics with cohesion

 

I realized why I was staring at a supernova, that the sky is clear, and I’m a loner. If I don’t get to shoot myself first, Ill shoot for the stars

 

When get there, successful enough to sustain my greed, I climbed a hill, awaiting trial for kleptomania, I take what I want. But will I be thrust into a ecosystem where morals and happiness is replaced by cocktail dresses, intoxicating perfume and a flashy bar?

 

Do I still have time to settle down in Mars?

 

My rise is perspicuous, I’m sick to the death, and my venture is far from innocuous, I have the passion to turn doubts into a dehydrated pile of piss

 

 

 

I see Land, Another City, Another Story, more sorrow, but the streets wont be apologetic, so how can we be sorry? I possess poetry that is musically inclined, I write the perfect notes with rhythmic sickness, hide your piss because the harmony has criminal sickness

 

A Book that moves like a symphony, I can finally drown out the spectral chants across the avenue my definition of poetic mathematics is minus the attitude, we divided into a team so our influence would multiply, when faced with failure id rather die, then listen to howling of my own weak cry. I know now I’m strong enough to fight this tide. Everyday,

 

Everyday, I fight the tide that for so long I chose to ride, drowning in unholy water just as the fog was coming. I just want to be everything I can be, and not a bod rotting under the sea

 

 

 

We saw Land, so we talked the talk, and then walked like a motherfucker. I got jumped by the candy shop suckers, because we ordered caviar and Mountain dew, while you feast on insecurity, smuckers and Beef stew. Decimate, debilitate those weak crews.

 

My ambition was stomped on, it perpetuated  my fears, now have their motherfucking name in my swears. Four letters, is the exclamation that’s so much better, people are cold in this world so I put on my new sweater.

 

When my resistance is dead, I lose sight of land, the shake and twitch engulf my hand. I wanted to triumphantly blow in the wind, a fan was all I could get, but if its my best bet ill go all in, you’ll know I’m high class when I conclude my book with FIN

 

We Saw Land...