This Little Dove

A little dove It flies above So open and so free This little dove That flies above Knows naught, of you or me That little dove That flies above It’s wings, they soothe the trees My little dove That flies above Lives life, as it can see

We Are We

Nobody wants to admit truth They dodge this old Confession Booth They say just what we want to hear Instead of what is true, and dear The fake facades they cast about Are nothing more than fear, and doubt “I wonder if they will judge me” “What will they say? I disagree” I do not … More We Are We

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Speak a little louder ya’ll, it’s kinda hard to hear you now All these voices screaming, shouting, everybody’s crying foul “They don’t like me!” “They’re so hateful!” “This is how I want to live!” Let me dig a hole (or hill?) for all the fucks I want to give Look. No one really cares about … More 123

Never Surrender

There is no kind to rest my mind, are these thoughts blessings or a curse I do not know, but they all grow, inside me plaguing every verse Why can’t I shake them, I so hate them, they pull my drive back in reverse These words I’ve leaned on make me better but sometimes they … More Never Surrender

April, I Quit

It’s been too long I’ve tried too much Overnight fame and fortune Both of them are out of touch No longer can I spend all this time and energy Chasing things that may not even be in front of me That’s it. I quit. You heard me right I’m done for now Back to clocks, … More April, I Quit

You Mad?

A lot of people lie and say they like me when they don’t but if you think I’ll ever care I’ll tell you here and now, I won’t Spare me all the arguments and save all your complaints because caring what the haters say won’t mend my mind, it taints I’ve got nothing to conceal … More You Mad?

Finding Purpose

Nothing rips my brain apart like not having a peace of mind I look and see and search and plea and always seem to try and find Constant balance, but I can’t, I fear I’m cursed to be the kind That never sees the silent seas I seek to see and sail behind Purpose passes … More Finding Purpose

Welcome

Welcome to the melancholy mansion that makes up my mind Watch your step when walking in, the doors will close themselves behind This house don’t like it when the people come and watch and look within. The floors all creak and make knees weak when falsehoods enter with their sin No ones bested one mere … More Welcome

Here Right Now

My mind, it’s old, and yet I’m told to listen to the wise ones, how? I don’t abet, nor do I fret, the wasted ones who disavow. They all gave up, when things got tough, they stopped and said they won’t allow. Well here my friend, this is the end, and you and I are … More Here Right Now

Anne Boleyn

Such sadness, sorrow, sores of men Lie rest in all transgression, sin Such serene solitude falls in The story of this Anne Boleyn Maiden of the arts and crafts A beauty who, through all, would laugh Always thinking, shirts she’d hem And always making mice of men Sharpened tongue, a sharper heart No other could … More Anne Boleyn

A New World

A New World You and I know things that we sweep under carpet, here and now You and I know things are coming that will stir the idle crowd I think I needith not make mention of what worldly change I speak For all of you, if signs are true, are stronger when you’re with … More A New World

Faint of Art

Faint of Art See these coins! Oh how they shine All these pretty things are mine Come, see the things I can commit Cause that’s what matters, doesn’t it? You really shouldn’t listen to that painter ‘cause he’s such a loser You might as well be talking to that addict who is but a user … More Faint of Art

Alone

Joy, it brings, to hear this sound It’s absence speaks so much, profound Silence Yes, I hear it so I hear it played from piano Every key strikes perfect chord Every note, ordained by Lord Come calmly, please, for you must see The thing that plagued, but then saved me Over there, there sits a … More Alone

The Medici

They were good, they were badA grip on globe, this family hadA legacy that lives todayBut may we ask: who were they? Patrons to the arts and craftsSo many deals, so many draftsFingerprints in canvas, domeAlways satiating Rome For their lifeblood? ‘Twas Pope’s accountAnd if you read any recountThe Holy coin held them afloatYet it … More The Medici