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Verse 1 – Dive Bar Universe
Life runs like a dive on the edge of town,
Sticky-tile nights with the lights half down.
Universe leans on the warped old wood,
Grin says trouble, eyes say good.

“Pick your poison, kid, call your shot,”
Menu reads Safe and the Same Old Plot.
I’m done sipping calm from a cracked old cup,
So I nod at the sky and say, “Spike it up.”

Pre-Chorus 1
Past-self groans in the dusty glass,
Future-self claps like, “Let’s outgrow our past.”

Chorus
Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I raise this life like a shaking lamp,
Rolling uphill while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”


Verse 2 – Bike on the Hill
Street tilts cruel and the air runs thin,
Every small doubt crawls over my skin.
Traffic roars loud, whispers, “Turn around,”
But my stubborn heart loves the uphill ground.

Some folks chase smooth, padded days,
Guardrail comfort and familiar ways.
I chase sparks on a crooked climb,
Scraped-up knees but a living mind.

Pre-Chorus 2
Stopping too long on this tilted road
Feels like sliding under the load.

Chorus
Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I raise this life like a shaking lamp,
Rolling uphill while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Verse 3 – Blessings on a Ball of Dirt
Friends hold vigil on this spinning stone,
Root for each underdog, including their own.
Tiny kind acts plant quiet seed,
Growing through concrete, answering need.

Forces I never quite name or see
Tilt small breaks toward you and me.
Every favor I tossed in the dark one day
Rides back home in a bright replay.

Pre-Chorus 3
Even when clouds crowd every view,
Somewhere above, a clear shine breaks through.

Chorus
Pour us a drink that hurts and heals,
Burns our tongues, then shows what’s real.
We raise this world like a shaking lamp,
Walking together while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Bridge – Everybody’s Kink
Every soul walks with a funny crack,
Soft strange fault that holds them back.
Hyper-strong hearts hide tender nights,
Jokers write poems about hard rain lights.

Maybe some watcher who loves our kind
Balanced our courage with these faults assigned.
Said, “For every sharp edge I carve in you,
I’ll leave one weakness to keep you true.”

Final Chorus – Blessing in a Dive Bar
So Universe, lean close, fill my glass,
Mix my failures with a little class.
Line it with dust from my comfort zone,
Salt it with chances I call my own.

Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I’ll ride this hill with a crooked lamp,
Laughing at danger while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Outro
When the jukebox fades and the street turns dim,
I walk out lighter on a reckless whim.
One more round of this crooked camp—
Universe winks, “Go on then, champ.”

TRY NOT TO DIE

Verse 1
Morning cracks open with that tender gold,
I step toward the doorway, courage loud and bold.
I trace my reflection with a steady hand,
Then I walk through the moment like I own the land.
I carry my stories with a cleaner thread,
I sort through the echoes that once filled my head.
Every inward whisper lights a softer spark,
Every gentle promise guides me through the dark.

Pre-Chorus 1
I lift my heart with deliberate choice,
I give my truth a living voice.
I honor each chapter with unshaken sight,
Then I rise through the haze toward widening light.

Chorus
Risebright—every echo turns warm in my chest,
Risebright—I choose life, I choose depth, I choose rest.
I gather the moments that strengthen my stride,
I pull every blessing right here to my side.
Risebright—every scar takes a softer shape,
Risebright—I keep walking toward my landscape.
I hold my story with a gentle might,
I claim my life and I risebright.

Verse 2
I laugh with my people at the end of the day,
We trade little victories along the way.
I keep the small joys close in my palm,
They settle my pulse with an honest calm.
I teach my children how to live unmasked,
How to lift their truth when the world feels tasked.
We walk our journeys with whole hearts lit,
We turn our shadows into sacred fit.

Pre-Chorus 2
I clear the clutter from the corners I keep,
I free my mind so my dreams stand deep.
I speak my wants with a brighter tone,
Then I build my tomorrow with steps I own.

Chorus
Risebright—every echo turns warm in my chest,
Risebright—I choose life, I choose depth, I choose rest.
I gather the moments that strengthen my stride,
I pull every blessing right here to my side.
Risebright—every scar takes a softer shape,
Risebright—I keep walking toward my landscape.
I hold my story with a gentle might,
I claim my life and I risebright.

Cosmosfragments

joy keeps

small bright ring

timedreamer

Wishride

[Verse 1: Incense of the Void Market]
Bronze dawn inside a dune of stars, sweet smoke curling from an unseen hearth.
Young jackals in human skin grin like new suns under their scars.
A hush-warm tide combs the red plain; blue seeds hum inside my mouth.
The far horizon wears a lattice crown; my shadow tastes of tamarind salt.

[Verse 2: Lion Milk, Copper Rain]
You trace a proverb on my wrist: 'Every crown teaches the skull its weight.'
I answer with amber—slow sugar across the tongue of fate.
The air ripens like papaya over coal; laughter turns to warm thunder.
We trade oaths in a tent of meteors, stitching courage with desert wonder.

[Verse 3: Oasis of Quiet Fire]
Glory asks for bone; we count the cost in granules of glass.
Our names shed metal, soften into fruit, then pass.
Grief arrives in a robe of mirrors, kneels, kisses the ash from our feet.
We stand taller inside the ache, iron turning to pomegranate meat.

[Bridge: Honeyed Dust]
Rage echoes in the armor we never wore; skin itself becomes the law.
Arrows of night fall harmless; the red plain yawns its jaw.
I choose ember, I choose road, I choose the secret they cannot take—
A gold thread running through the ribcage, too stubborn to break.

[Outro: Crown of Waterlight]
Stairs made of flame spiral up the salt wind; ruin bruises into gold.
In the high hush, mercy unbuttons the dark, simple and bold.
We walk as many inside one body—fields and harbors under our skin.
Honeyed dust lifts from our heels; the far gate opens in.

pomegranate

[Verse 1]
The sun dips low, it winks and sighs,
Shadows stretch long as the city replies.
Two strangers meet where the echoes collide,
A secret shared, where mischief resides.

[Prechorus]
Their steps align, like keys in a chord,
The air hums thick, a silent accord.

[Chorus]
Light bends 'round their bodies, like it's been here before,
Recognition glows, an open door.
They move through the rhythm, playful, divine,
A golden hour glow, on borrowed time.

[Verse 2]
Laughter ripples like a glitch in the sound,
Every turn, a hieroglyph unwound.
The streets hold their breath, a moment unbound,
Each motion electric, each heartbeat profound.

[Bridge]
They paint the sky with the sweep of a hand,
Secrets whispered in a language unplanned.
The future leans in, its pulse in their stride,
Two stars colliding, no need to hide.

[Chorus]
Light bends 'round their bodies, like it's been here before,
Recognition glows, an open door.
They move through the rhythm, playful, divine,
A golden hour glow, on borrowed time.

borrowed time


[Verse 1]
Dust writes halos on our shoulders,
Night tastes warm — half salt, half sugar.
Two shadows trade vows without words,
The ember portico hums with wonder.

[Verse 2]
Your quiet draws terraces in dark,
Steps appear where no stairs live.
Lanterns rise from the river’s skin,
Carrying tomorrows we never give.

[Bridge]
Corridors of suns unfold in blue,
Windows tilt and time slips through.
I wear a joy shaped like a riddle,
You answer stars between your truth.

[Chorus]
Dawn to dusk questions, fall on me slow,
Golden tides beneath our glow.
Every silence sings what we know —
Love’s the riddle, love’s the echo.

[Verse 3]
Thunder bows around our flame,
Gentle forgiveness in our name.
We trade the weight of unsung stories,
Amber rain forgives our glories.

[Final Chorus]
Dawn to dusk questions, fade into still,
Light peels fruit for dawn to fill.
Two meteors choose mercy’s will 
No crash tonight, only still.


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