— lost & found (soul on fire?)
That’s when ya lost.
I wish more fathers called their sons dear. I wished more mothers called their daughters sturdy. I wished everyone was a lot less concerned with sex. I really wish they would just stop being so blatantly ignorant of offering what people need. I couldn’t give a fuck less what things were like in 1945. Times have changed and tradition is ingenuous. Get off of it and show some love.
(Sincerely yours, the generation of constant development.)
— house on fire. (work IS progress)
On you is where my eyes lie.
I see those things
The ones you do for all of us
That look to you
For something we can’t give ourselves
But we’re always wrong
It’s only rarely real
We sing these songs
What else can we do
While you dance along
Like your moves they don’t matter
But someone’s always left behind
So we found our groove
You finally see me
I make my move
This isn’t really happening
Because while I lay
You are always playing
Nothing I say
No you will never hear it
So what can we do?
Always wrong.
Always wrong.
I have to tell the truth…
You’re so worth it
I so fear this
Want it all the same
You win
You win
Again.
— house on fire
— gunpowder
Falling.
Not a curse or a privilege
It’s a mutiny of the mind
All these silly ideas
I can write and all night
All I here is the treble
So so high off it all
All I can do is
— house on fire. (palpitations)
— true story.
This home like it never existed.
And listening to this song. In this room. For the last time. Is more than I can take. Our mother finally took the only remnants of you from this place. Almost four years. The clothes that you wore here on the night that you died. She took them out of the closet. She took them out of this house with the curtains and hangers like they were the same. I could have never done it. It wasn’t hers and she wasn’t here when I lost you. She says that this all means nothing to her. It means everything to me. All I know is I’m so sorry for this place and what it cost you.
— house on fire. (work in progress)
— mad cap yearning (house on fire)
Play nice.
Practice kindness. Start small Tiger. Get it right, then get them all.
Hi Baby.
Can we talk for only a minute about this, but make it clear? Lemme sing some K-ci & JoJo to you. Yeah, I got jokes too. Watch cartoons and talk dirty in each others beds. Lets go play. Climb stuff, and create what we see in our heads. We could go nowhere and everywhere together. Listen to the music and make our own. Precise images and scribbled poems. I’m asking a lot. Yeah, I know.