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"Warrior strugglin' 
To remain consequential,

Bellow out loud,
Bold and proud
Of where I've been

But here I am
Beating chest and drums
Beating tired bones again,

Age-old battle, mine
Weapon out and belly in,

Once invincible,
Now the armour's wearing thin...

Tears in my eyes,
Chasing Ponce de Leon's phantom soul
Filled with hope,
I can taste mythical fountains

False hope, perhaps
But the truth never got in my way
Before now, feel the sting,
Feeling time bearing down..."

(Fragmented memories of lyrics by Tool)

Invincible

There's a little devil in my mouth
Writing ugly words for you to shout
The virgin soul that lived in me is raped by insecurity
I need you to sing
Sing for me, my love

but think that getting the literal weight off my chest would feel like a metaphorical weight off my chest

i cant help...

To me, Alex Turner is a modern day poetic genius. Equal parts clarity in chaos. He writes the sort of lines that show the presence of mind you wish you’d had mid-conversation with someone instead of three hours later.

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breathing in your dust, I wanna be your Ford Cortina, I will never rust."

"When you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect? I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked."

Damn.

Arctic Monkeys

No one can rewrite the stars🙂

Baby, you don't know the closer that we get, I'm scared to death, If you know me more, you'll love me less! 🎵🎧

“All the books I've read
All the poems always said
That a heart is made to share
Joy's not found in things
Such as necklaces and rings
But in love that's always there
That's the jewel beyond compare”

Just being hopeless romantic

I thought the only lonely place was on the moon."

"And Jet,

Something you're missing made you who you were
'Cause I've kept my distance, it just made it worse
But I've learned to live with the way that it hurts..

Specter

I'm young, and I am free
But I get tired, and I get weak
I get lost, and I can't sleep
But suddenly, suddenly...

Would you comfort me, yeah?
Would you cry with me, yeah?
...

I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be
I spend all of my time imagining
What it would be like if they existed

Keep on dreaming🥹

I broke your heart 
Left it in pieces
Now you’re in the dark
And I’m the reason
It’s been so hard
Looking in the mirror 
Cuz when I do it all is clear
The only villain here 
Is me

The Villian by John Michael Howell

what she wants in a Dreamlover 😘

🎶I need someone to hold on to (ooh)
The kind of love that won't fly away
I just want someone to belong to
Everyday of my life, always
So come and take me away
Dreamlover, come rescue me...

Mariah Carey knows...

They won't use uncertain terms
Just a circumstance of burns
Singing hoo-rah, honey, I'm on my way

If preferable to voices Getting nuclear in choices
Setting fire to the fools' color gray

With a whip
To a whimper
Waiting up for Mister He
You're a two-faced nun
Smoking barrel of a gun
But it's more than misery

Some men never learn
And the rest too taciturn
Is it better than a lack of stimulation?

Pray for better, take a leap
Take a selfie just to keep
And recite your incantation

"Hoo-rah
Hoo-rah hoo-rah hey!
Here's a night to me
Where I'm wild and free
And two arms, to arms, to be"

They will ask you
Kindly, "stop it"
With a rolling third degree
But until polite
Devil's details' alight
Blow a kiss and let them be

Cigarette Butt

Gonna crack a rib 
when I get home

I'm gonna bury you 
in my favorite hole

I made a bloody mess 
in the kitchen sink

I tried to fix myself 
but I didn't think

Alex g - Pretend

Fair you are, my forest green,
with the scent of youth you shine,
yet within our hearts you plant
grief and sorrow, not delight.

He who once beholds your face
ever after mourns in pain,
for he cannot fade away
resting in your shade again.

And to him for whom it comes—
the bitter need to part from you—
never more, while life remains,
can your memory be subdued.

Fair you are, my forest green,
with the scent of youth you shine,
yet within our hearts you plant
grief and sorrow, not delight.

Your tall beeches, mighty oaks,
your dense thickets’ whispered breath,
your bright flowers, your clear streams,
and the lambs so fat and blessed,

and the peony, the grass,
and your coolness deep and sweet—
all, I say, at times can strike
like a bullet through the heart,

through the heart that’s always quick,
always ready to lament,
when it sees how springtime drives
age away with new ascent,

when it sees how under frost,
under snow, new life will start,
and beneath the wintry cold
stirs again the budding heart.

Beautiful Are You, My Forest
Lyuben Karavelov

his early music videos are pretty good, too. he wanna be with you like bootsy do 🎵

kewku collins (west coast ~2017)

54
Oh9
Best day
My life
Your face
Lost time
New chase
Sublime

I'll Always
Always
Give you 
My days

I'll always
Always
Give you
My days

So where do I start?
Miles apart
Two halves
to the same heart.

Invc

You’ll never see it clear
I’ll make the view quite hazy (for you)
Search for here and there
Your gaze it makes me dizzy

Seared through my mind
(Don’t) touch me again (come closer)
Feel your breath
Pressing down my skin

Stay where you are
Please leave me now
I read the book 
I know the end

Don’t go away
It falls apart
We’ll ache for the other 
Until the end of time

Untitled: What title do you think fits this song I wrote?

Could I believe in a man I don't see?
I wish I could hear if He's talkin' to me
'Cause if I could meet Him: The big man upstairs
Well, I'd ask Him if grandpa still rocks in his chair
I've met hellraisin' angels, devils, and saints
Addicts on sidewalks who give more than take
Poison filled pastors who lie through their teeth
But scold me for askin' why I should believe
They say in the Good Book He looks like just me
Is He tattooed and tired, and can't find His peace?
Does He, drown out His sorrows with whiskey cocaine,
A 4 A.M. panic, and prayin' for change?
Could I believe in a man I don't see?
I wish I could hear if He's talkin' to me
'Cause if I could meet Him: The big man upstairs
Well, I'd ask Him if grandpa still rocks in his chair
I was young and outrageous, rage filled, and desperate
For someone to show me that I ain't alone
The more that you give him the better it gets
Grandpa would say as he walked me back home
But grandpa ain't here and the world's feelin' dark
I'm lookin' for sunlight to patch up my heart
I sat myself down in an old wooden pew
I cried out in silence in hope to hear you
Could I believe in a man I don't see?
I wish I could hear if He's talkin' to me
'Cause if I could meet Him: The big man upstairs
Well, I'd ask Him if grandpa still rocks in his chair
Could I believe in a man I don't see?
I wish I could hear if He's talkin' to me
'Cause if I could meet Him: The big man upstairs
Well, I'd ask Him if grandpa still rocks in his chair

Rocking chair

What's the matter with me,
I don't have much to say,
Daylight sneakin' through the window
And I'm still in this all-night cafe.
Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon
Out to where the trucks are rollin' slow,
To sit down on this bank of sand
And watch the river flow.

Wish I was back in the city
Instead of this old bank of sand,
With the sun beating down over the chimney tops
And the one I love so close at hand.
If I had wings and I could fly,
I know where I would go.
But right now I'll just sit here so contentedly
And watch the river flow.

People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,
Makes you stop and all wonder why.
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
Who just couldn't help but cry.
Oh, this ol' river keeps on rollin', though,
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow,
And as long as it does I'll just sit here
And watch the river flow.

People disagreeing everywhere you look,
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
That was really shook.
But this ol' river keeps on rollin', though,
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow,
And as long as it does I'll just sit here
And watch the river flow.

Watch the river flow,
Watchin' the river flow,
Watchin' the river flow,
But I'll sit down on this bank of sand
And watch the river flow.

Watching the river flow

Ay what's a man?
What's a man?
If he were better clever
Could he ever understand?
Ay what's a man?
Is he a fake?
So cry me out a river
I'll go swimmin' in the lake

I met my Carson matey
He told me he's a girl
Reintroduced as Laney and
It threw me for a whirl
But throw away excuses
She has no agency
And nothing really changed
She's afraid in decency

What's a man?
Ay what's a man?
These rushing expectations
When life is as you planned
Oh, what's a man?
A chin held high?
If he were second place
Then he's still my kind of guy

So on the rowdy highway
I met my Thomas pal
He caught me on a walk and there
He offered with a howl
"Come dirty up my shotgun"
He offered me a seat
But I feel so much stronger
Sturdy earth beneath my feet

Oh, what's a man?
What's a man?
You'll help your fellow stranger
But never take a friend
What's a man?
What is he worth?
He's more than meets the eye
But he's equal at his birth

And when I met my father
Through Walkers at the bar
He took a liking to me
Threw dollars in my jar
He grumbled to me, "Sonny,
Wish I had a son like you."
I see why mother left him
He hasn't got a clue

What's a man?
What's a man?
If history remembers
He wouldn't give a damn
But what's a man
When sure he does?
It sounds to me arbitrary
So give a fool a hand

Test-O'

And you dropped the note and we changed key
You changed yourself and I changed me
I really didn't see us singing through this
Then you screamed the bridge
And I cried the verse
And our chorus came out unrehearsed
And you smiled the whole way through it
I guess maybe that's what's worse

If you wanted a song

You seem to me to be a still life
Of someone weeping,
And I am needing resolution 
From this dissonant key, that we are in.

Such a sad set of surfers, suffering under circumstance,
Just a child not yet knowing mother's words

Her heart
The wave
It beats in and out,
Shaping long since defeated rock.

I am only ever filled by quiet, honest, talk.
But, when that next day comes, all those sincere things we said,
They seem to disappear 

Leaving ripples in the oceans of the waters in my head.


If we let it, the rain will wash them out.

So. Hold it in!
Hold on to them!

Because, something's rising a soldier says Hold the Line!
I'm this war to find a word,
Or some means by which to define: all those things we just don't know yet.

They were so bitter when they told me 
"Only the victors wrote the history"

But, I can't help but to think - who else could?

It's boiling and boubling in the dirt,
This message of ancient hurt
With out our bared feet standing on the holy grounnd,

We are learning how
We are learning how

Such a sad set of surfers, suffering under circumstance,
Just a child, not yet knowing mother's words.

Fourth Gate

My favorite song is easy
It's the one we haven't made
A history of you and me
I hear it from the shade
It's sunny like your freckles and
It's everything in one
And written two lines at a time
The song is never done

You'll write it from the left if I
Can write it from the right
I'll write it in those moonbeams if you
Let me take the night
I'll read yours in the morning and
We'll sing it all at noon
For you and me, a harmony
A simple, silly tune

"It's only what we made
For sunlight in the shade"

The dragonflies accompany
Our meetings in the reeds
The stars alight the fireflight
The crickets take the lead
For music there among the pond
A wonder roaming free
With fiddle-legged critters bond
A simple melody

"It's only what we made
For sunlight in the shade"

Sunlight in the Shade

Head towards the light, the dark has no place here.

You sigh in soft tartan
You love like a spark
Your eyes breathe the mountains
My bonnie, my park
My haver for supper
My light in the dark
The distance my devil
Oh darlin'

Your curls a black ocean
Your brow a trim field
Your fire a warrior
And I as your shield
You planted a memory
Lover unreal
My ripple, my whinnie
Oh, darlin'

Your vision a morrow
Your passion a crown
Wrought fashion, tough tallow
In nightingale gown
For Galway, she beckons
My northerly sound
My beat for the barley
My heather

And never a mention
Oh, nary a hurt
When you speak of the past as a present
You’re my summerset quench
To my morning’s dessert
You’re the peak, you’re the moon’s fullest crescent

I had not a plunder
A treasure to hold
The gems in your eyes
And your lashes o’ gold
If anchor be thunder
For stories untold
I’d will for a wonder nae measure

Ripple

The mind won't mind when it's slowed down
Gazing at the far-hung freckles of sun
Waiting for the dewdrops blend into the morning
Wondering where has the sandman gone
If the earth tore wide
And the sea ran in
To leave us high and dry
Could we find the ex that marked you up
And bleeds you when you cry
Clementine

//

I see your numbers in passing brakelights
And duck my head in my hometown
For the carnival and carousel won't see above the clouds
I lose my mind completely, when I swear I heard you laugh
I know you'd still betray me, but I hope you'll take me back

//

For the eyes
Stuck in time
Hold my hand and face the pain
If the echo
Holds you back
Would you whisper it to me

//

Where's that little tab of gum
Scribbled, "you're the only one"
Clementine
It's okay

~~~~~~~

Wrote a duet. No, I don't know anybody named "Clementine". This one feels a little theatrical, huh!

Where

I'm trying to wake you up
Going to rattle your head
Cause if you aren't living
Then you're the walking dead

Lifted

"The greatest trick that the devil did
was convince the world he doesn't exist"

Bad omens - Hell i overcame

Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
And half illuminate a face before they disappear
You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling
I breathe out smoke against a window
Trace the letters in your name
Our letters sound the same
Full of all our changing
That isn't change at all
All straight lines circle sometime
You said, "Somewhere, there's a box full of replacement parts
To all the tenderness we've broken or let rust away"
Somewhere, sympathy is more than just a way of leaving
Somewhere, someone says, "I'm sorry"
Someone's making plans to stay
So tell me it's okay
Tell me anything or
Show me there's a pull
Unassailable
That will lead you there from the dark alone
To benevolence that you've never known
Or you knew when you were four and can't remember
Where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams
And the silence knows what your silence means
And your metaphors, as mixed as you can make them
Are linked like days, together
I still hear trains at night, when the wind is right
I remember everything
Lick and thread this string
That will never mend you or tailor more
Than a memory of a kitchen floor
Or the fire door that we kept propping open
And I love this place, the enormous sky
And the faces, hands that I'm haunted by
So why can't I forgive these buildings
These frameworks labeled home?
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
And half illuminate a face before they disappear

This a fire door never leave open

How is it that
At your pace
You seem to make your
Second place
And put your ever-after underfoot

How is it that
As you pace
Cementing circles
Spiral race
You lose your cool and live misunderstood

I hope that you'll see better days
I hope you hold on tight
These lonely days are fading out to white

Tell me what's a
Canvas first
Awaiting on your
Bloom and burst
A garden of your making, boulder-free

Tell me what's a
Mole to do
But marvel as you're
Being you
In showing all your visions how to see

Just like you do
Just like you do

Canvas First

I once met a lizard man
He flickered, "Name is Dog"
And with a whip, his tongue he tripped
Instead, he said, "I'm god"
He charged me for my lunacies
A young'un off my crocks
But ay I'm not the one he sees
Oh, rainy baskin' rocks

Oh, rainy baskin' rocks
Oh, rainy baskin' rocks
The one he'll see is surely he
Oh, rainy baskin' rocks

The lizard man gives blamers
He loves to shift the sand
And when the ground comes back around
Averts his eyes to tan
He's paler than the moon he follows
Ruder than his blade
His pen is weak, but still he speaks
In love with aches he's made

In love with aches he's made
In love with aches he's made
He'll sigh upon a hill and cry
In love with aches he's made

The lizard man turns raging
When crunchin' on his tail
If it were less invisible
He'd find the shape to sail
But still he'll raise a finger
Not to test the mood of skies
But just to say you're his dismay
And cower from reply

He'll cower from reply
He'll cower from reply
He's missin' inhibition, but
He'll cower from reply

Rainy Baskin' Rocks

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Invincible

...

i cant help...

Arctic Monkeys

No one can rewrite the stars🙂

:)

Obsessed with the lyrics

I love this song because of its lyrics in the K-drama Stairway to Heaven It reminds us of when we lose a loved one we love very much 🥹 It's called I Miss You o In Korean, 보고 싶어요

Seeking Loud Co-Conspirator for Schedule 1 Shenanigans

Lyrics says it all. 🤍

Lyrics I made up today.

A lifeline in pieces of me