REMember the rest (songs I don't think are worth listening to more than once)

big bird hiding in the folds of my brain,
come out and tell the red world your name 
i wish i was indifferent to the blue mass potential 
resting in this empty jar of honey 
 if estimated full sky with a side of  sunny

hollow hellos honk and hanker with the hold i’ve got on my self
spigot spells spilling secrets splashing sapiens with all they’ve got left
on the shelf
and i’m alone and left to invent a comfortable nook of hell to hide in. 


i admire your heart beat, it beats for a sound
but what’re we to do with the love we’ve found when
its cliche burns us down to the ground
just tell the world you’re purple hurting
to see green grow from grey ground
tell the world you’re purple hurting

Revved

lost effect to aimless cause
birthing more transformative flaws, 
neutral stream
gleaming mediation
because i want more peace
supposedly than retaliation

oh anonymous love
without face to save,
have you prepared for us a 
comfortable grave. 
oh anonymous love
we’re trying to feel the way
we're trying to declare the day saved
from the future that already came

no retribution could cure 
the complex scam for sure,
nothing but acceptance
abandoning excuses for
believing truth to be better off left useless

as dawn breaks again the same 
lie lie lie all we do is lie
so truth is nothing without
contradictions to defy and 
why oh why oh why
i don’t know, but lies and lies and lies 
tying

Anonymous

not a care in the world about the words my god you heard how it hurts/ not the care in the word my god you heard my god it hurts

the world it heard / the world it heard you hurt/ a-woooa-wooo / 

but i care about the world about the words about the hurt/ but i care about the world about the words about the hurt

Worlds of Hurt (Say No More)

do you sacrifice the way by speaking of the way?
no, no, no you know there is a way
you can tell there is a way
( i know ) there is a way,
you’ve shown me but if only you were here
to help me pray
i’d stop/start—  

i would pray, for something other than you
i would then want to know every little bit of truth
about what can i do to keep the dream
but love would be defined 
as shadow or memory
sometimes hard to see
while its arch holds the dark, hiding until
we need heart, meaning

i know there is a way
you can show me
there is a way
so it's no surprise
that your eyes
were hiding when i wanted your
words to comprise . . .

Would Be

like a scintilla of faith she looked to the wind said can you hear me this way?
just pain covered in skin
and as the breeze met her face again it rested its cold case

the quiet deceit of needing to speak
the quiet release of forgetting the peace
the quiet deceit of being able to keep anything
(ahhhuhuhmmmm)

like a electricity that shook the mundane gravity
he grated against the gratified pretenses of dreams
and as he unclenched his fist the socket gave him a kiss

just another opportunity that already came

Quiet Deceit

i've been searching for so long
that i don't know what i should know
i don't know what they think i think they think that i should know

and i'll come up to breathe for air
you push my head down tell me that life isn't fair
memories, memories, memories

i've been searching for so long

So Long

Good people are too many and too much to think about. I have been born into a world in which a very small handful of limited white men have worked their whole lives to have the power to destroy the world at their fingertips while climaxing endlessly because because because.

So Long

Aluron