After Midnight

Raindrops fall on painted tapestries
With yellow and greens and reds.
Painted like the illumination that colleges endure
To put money in their pockets and gold plated shoes on their feets.

Raising the future bankers of tomorrow
To create the next group of elites
No sorrows for the dead and dying
In the menagerie of different streets.

Painted by goya mixing red, whites and blacks
A chemical reaction from which there's no turning back
Suffering is peaked in hoods they can't paint their fences in
All because of arguing over an amount of melanin.

It's al$o about money
Gotta be holding or look funny
Dressed in the same clothes smeared with fry oil
A mess on a sun day; toil

I breath repression till my eyeballs broil
walking quilted tapestries on what used to be soil
And all the world watches from their crafted lawns
The people training these kings to be middle men pawns.

Your games fucked up, cuz
These ballers remember their bloods.
One nation, one spirit, one fury,
One love

Life leads to you

Life is long and twisting dear
But life leads to you.
Each and every time I've feared
You've now ended them by giving truth-

That one day I would find romance
In the vagrancy of youth-
One day I would be vindicated
Because life leads to you.

So long to my days as vagabond
So long to hoping I might see sooth-
For resting in life's hard embrace
Shows me life leads to you.

Hope eternal and loving lost
Has brought me pain with truth
But all I had was time and patience
For years have shown me life leads to you.

So I can rest in peace tonight
Without the security of groups
And wake up to tomorrow calm
For despite my wrongs,
Life leads to you.

Sweet and Simple

Oh Seraphim and cherubim
light me with this fire again-
One angel's mine to warm within
Mon belle, Michelle, my Seraphim.

Regret for emoting

Of all the goals of those more bold
There's strength in apathy and hearts so cold-
They forge a path with blinded eyes
towards futures of routine and loveless lives.

No life is won without reservation
alas, I hate my full sensations.

Full moon thoughts

The light encrusted soul of old
gleams like dull and greening gold.
Lest fear overwhelm our sympathies-
some of us choose a different person to be.

We strive along the weary road
attempting to flourish on what we know-
and yet we miss out on the souls we've sold
the road not taken is often our own.

So sip sweet nectar vagrant children-
rise to the occasions your drifting goes
one day you'll awaken to the rhythm of the world
or perish without knowing the need to know.

In any case, I can sleep tonight
with the hope you'll join me in this fight
to surrender fake freedoms for doing right
and enjoy love in an effortless plight.

Oh how the doldrums whine tonight
just do right and fight,
your uniquely individual fights.

Missing you

I hate this little college town
and can't stand the Virginia air.
I miss the smell of cat pee
and your voice back when you cared.

I see the things I should have done differently
and cannot change a thing
I love you still and yet you're gone
I'm a robin without its wings.

I'm sorry I couldn't be the man I said I was
I'm sorry for the pain I caused you
and also that we're done.

Life Lesson

Why should we not love completely
if it's in our nature to do so?
The pressure of being who your expected to be
causes the loss of hope.

Being a foreigner to yourself
only closes doors
and causes those with loving energy
to require more and more.

Like the waterfall that's damed completely
there eventually will be a spillway
life cannot always be wrapped so neatly
when your made the lover since birth.

Forget the lap of luxury and
forget the things you're told to want.
Want the things that represent you
want and strive for those, my son.

You could have the road less taken
and you could have your glory
but lost you'll be if you're not true to yourself
and believe me, son, that's a true story.

I've learned from experience that it will hurt if you
try and be someone for someone else
be yourself and you'll at least have you
and with that, this story is shelved.