We’re nothing but star stuff, outer space fluff rough on the edges but soft to the touch. And we never care too much, loves overrun by masses of hate and muck, stuck like a pig over a fire with a desire too big. Consuming every oil rig sucking earth dry trying to stay rich. This is our niche, our corner of the universe, our most valuable gift, our darkest curse. Were all bound for the hearse, cuz the cycle must turn, were just elements connected and disconnected in turn. When will we learn? When will we conquer empty words? When will the bees buzz in tune with the birds? When will freedom be won by the mindless herds of sheep living only to feed and clinging to the leader they so desperately need? Well I, refuse to abuse, no matter win or lose, cuz the game isn’t shaped for the outcome, but rather the sum of dues done and rules spun. Don’t mistake me for an outlaw, I’m in law I strike awe in the faces of mixed races agreeing with applause. My claws are out, teeth bared, breathing through my snout. Ready to pounce on any single ounce of self doubts. It’s two outs, bases loaded, bottom of nine, I stand beside the plate called home but not mine. Victory is high I point to the sky and realize my home is every single star in the sky, every single atom colliding, multiplying, dividing, subsiding and realigning to light life shining. It’s simple, yet the complexities are incomprehensible, extraterrestrial and beyond any mental capacity we’ll ever know. All is one, one is all, everything is connected no matter how big or small. Every action affects the shape of it all, so why do we hurt ourselves, together we fall, instead let’s stand tall, rejoice in the beauty we’ve scarred and marred in our gall. It’s never too late to change our fate though time keeps tickin, wipe a clean slate, advance as one race, rebuild our place, call it quits on this fruitless rat race. What do you say?

We stroke and splash our way through shades,
We know we can’t escape our shape,
But we’ve never been better-despite the fade
And we only grow wetter- can’t fight the rain
So let’s embrace this hold
We can’t fight fate, or so we’re told

We’re like two snowflakes
Different in our shapes, but we fall all the same.
We both hold no hate
Innocent as we claim, the guilt decides the blame.

show me the front door

kick me to the curb

yeah we fell in love

but love is just a word