When The New Day Is Born

History doesn’t repeat itself. It rhymes.

-a crazy scientist looking guy I met today

We love the way we want to be loved

i think it’s so beautiful that we can learn each others ways and thoughts. we can understand each other or at least try to, and that itself is a way of giving your love to another. a little bit of your life, a little bit of your being. even if you don’t realize it.

Monopoly Jailhouse Blues

I’m not innocent

Well I hope just a lil bit

You can’t get a hold of me

Baby it was heaven sent

Yea I could smell it then

perfume on my laundry

Hey Mrs officer

I’m sorry for all of my crimes

I don’t live that life no more

Maybe once or twice

On the run

It’s been so long

Got an x on my chest

Might wear a vest

Eyes on me all the time

Tell ma I’ll pay the fine

Maybe it’s fine

Give myself a break

Smoking and meditate

Phone, silent mode

Don’t hit my line

If life was just a game

Would you Try a little harder

Would you Try a little harder

Why are you so afraid?

Just Try a little harder

Just Try a little harder

I feel it in my bones

I’m getting old

And i still don’t got a home

I lost myself a long time ago

The open road

Has my soul

And I just can’t stay for long

I paid that price a long time ago

A long time ago,

A long time ago,

I was stripping her bikinis,

In Motel rooms,

Had movie screenings,

Shoulda hear her screaming,

didn’t know I was the villain,

How was I supposed to know

All we wanted was the feeling

And the taste of gold

But that’s not for us to know

It’s not for us to know

watch the sun,

rise,

the sky is a much sweeter poet.

look away,

oh unwieldy femininity,

i am unworthy of your gaze.

may our eyes meet,

reflections in the same star,

the sun watches you,

fall.

candle of the night,

i succumb to your prowess,

extinguish my reality,

oh burning desire,

be gentle with the flame.

i can not forgive what hasn’t happened,

or forget what’s to come,

whether i drown in hazel,

or endure in song,

i’ll still just be watching movies,

leaving it up to the divine.

i threw myself into the wishing well

and all i did was wish you well…

Never miss a Monday

Perhaps the ultimate gift is to remember someone

You know what’s bothered me? People viewing our president as some sort of celebrity. Especially someone that says they are a “fan” of a presidential candidate, just doesn’t sit right with me. These are real people governing our country, not a fucking magical being or a movie star. Politics nowadays is damn reality tv. This country is as mature as a high school, and the popular kids are fighting for control. I’m not religious much but this is what god means by “false idols”. Also, the fact I’ve seen people bet on the election or talk about it like it’s some sort of sporting event is quite outrageous and unsettling. This isn’t entertainment, this is supposed to be a commitment to democracy and creating equality and fairness in our country. It’s about making the proper changes to help better mankind and American lives. I think we need to start somewhere new. Our lives don’t change with a presidential election, change occurs within ourselves. It’s our mindsets that are hurting us. For the next four years we live with a decision, and after that, the same thing. That’s how shit works, and not everything goes your way sometimes, but that’s how life happened to turn out. It’s hard for me to trust anybody that worships a “presidential candidate” or obsesses over the idea of the election. All we can do is control what we do and how we act. We can’t better the world until we better the people that are capable of changing the world. Change is necessary, without it, we wouldn’t adapt, survival wouldn’t be possible, and evil would persist. Fuck trump and fuck Kamala. I never chose them as my candidates. Who said anybody is worthy of such a position of power anyways? But if you really are into politics and support someone, I get it, you’re doing all that you can do by voting for what you believe in. And I commend you for choosing that decision. Just remember there are more important things to consider than to obsess about your favorite “candidate” on your free time. And for the love of god, stop dividing this country.

i remember every night

i held your hand

so you could sleep

and i remember every night

you said to me

you didn’t want to be alive

so i’d never sleep

so that every night

you’d still be here with me