hotfooted

we ask seek find in it meaning let art breathe life into dreaming the past bleeds blind in its reason as stars weave light in their leaving

believe and you dare to rise there's a strength in faith strange the lengths they'll take to be left scared to life

you're high as a kite i'ma satellite i've got god on hold without another on the phone

you could write with the feather of a phoenix and still not resurrect your career you'd think that they'd treasure your genius but find their neglect for a mirror

your brain is on strike my heart is retarded baby that's life so laugh irregardless

i was given no harbour after being set adrift yet i forgive you father for i have lived

the ship's sinking the ocean's draining what's the thinking behind this painting

if flesh is a room and death is a door i'ma step in as soon as you rest reassured i'ma settle my quarrel with this fucking earth and tear at the moral you say it is worth

one hallowed evening when the candle burned low the shadows crept in the handle turned slow i welcomed my visitor we sat and we spoke me and my inquisitor condemning what i wrote

step in the door slip on the floor land on the ceiling just how i'm feeling this 2020 hindsight ain't glitter in my eyes i see what is to come without reason to run

The woman gazed dejectedly at the Lilac Tree. The Lilac tree, which witnessed her morphing from child to adult, was blossoming with many beauteous purple flowers. Rich in beauty and life, the tree seemed happy, despite of his loss. The woman looked enviously at the plant, jealous of his seemingly apathetic nature. Whilst the tree gladly decorated himself with flowers, she was getting uglier and uglier, as despair devoured her. She closed her eyes, and began to ponder about the past. Memories came flooding back, happy and sad ones. But, all reminding her of lost treasures. O, how much she missed the games of childhood, which are a taboo for a

 Jewel thief of the light Surveyor of the night Stargazer of distant worlds Through the spyglass of forbidden realms

i lingered in my mother's belly like a hunger five days after i was due to make my grand appearance. it's almost as if i was hesitant to leave the womb, to break upon this empty sky as dawns do, spill my colors like glowstick syrup on this bleak world, or maybe, let the world spill its bleakness onto my beauty a newborn baby wrapped in cotton and swaddled in fate as i grew older, i witnessed the other kids losing their baby teeth and i wanted nothing to do with it i let my teeth dangle like christmas ornaments hanging by threads, didn't want to sever the ties i had to the past the first food i ate went past these very teeth they erupted fr

 Mind contortionist, and the ventriloquists of mime Counting sheep backwards, losing sleep Seasoned voices all the wile A broken lullaby, stolen from a child Eyes that see through the night Sleeping rough, playing Alice Head amongst the clouds, chasing faces in a crowd The soul of a clown, in a world gone mad

We shall rise higher and higher building atop the works of our fathers raising all upon the altar of progress until in our grandeur and majesty we shatter under the weight of plenty.

identity crisis emotions in play walled off by lies division grows every day violence seems easy push comes to shove for ourselves and others hatred replaces love political prisoners you and me societal divorce no more we

held so tight this tiny spark desperately compressed to light my dark burden of a free man cuts like a knife ashes in the wind the sentence; Life

In screaming winds of cyclone’s bent to ruin’s call and cruel lament here on open fields so fine I am become the dandelion.