When I'm Weathered

When I'm weathered,
I rust.
there's a fine line between what's real and trust,
I walked into a trap, and considered it a plus,
I'm the symbol, lost in the percuss,
if she may, if she must.

When I'm weathered,
by your might,
there's a fine line between a smile and being polite,
I sleep during the day, and stay up all night,
appreciate I think not, she didn't consider the flight,
she just may wrap the trite.

When I'm weathered,
I ask,
where's the fine line between the air and a gasp?
if I'm the rocket, how long before blast?
does the finger pick fast for an overdue at-last?
when she played the music, what made her think about the past?

When I'm weathered.

My Colloquia Queen - Part 3 - (Confetti Rainfall)

expression cried removal,

her second impression proved most ungrateful,

and I bet there isn't one sound,

something seems strange here.

look at the caravan on the go,

it chases the confetti,

it heeds to the masses,

it hides from the plenty.

my different views,

only welcomes a few,

they sure lit the fuse,

that started the rainfall and ruse.

my colloquia queen,
rather than learn,

substance made you turn,

substance made you burn.

Tip Out (Undetected)

I was ordered, I was used,

I was just a number,

she said, go ahead a get back under,

I am the sun and she's the anxious thunder.

this is not what we dreamed about.

this is not what we talked about.

I bet you knock,

your own_self out;

with your jugular-slur,

our moments became a blur,

where's my companion?

What is so lost on her?
Am I refuse?

She found refuge.

left me right me

soon, you'll be back

too many left, not enough right,

it was us, an upside.

before, I'm shelled back,

while inside your insight,

gunshots work every time,

And you pretend.

later on, you're free,

we could double up,

you won't see the winding wind,

that is me.

nothing can move the mask,

nothing can last,

walking your ave.

The Indian Taker

one more mistake to chalk up.

a ravenous take, Again,

I ly awake; wondering why,

everything seemed so fake.

there are too many ways to spin,

the once-used.

I think the alto,

took over your abuse.

And this moment took a stand,

somewhat daunting, Yeah, eye-to-eye

I began to accept,

the beautiful passerby.

I began to accept,

our bone's will soon be sand.

But me,

But here.

You are here.

You're the spear.

B&E

what have i done?

i've done what i've become

it was my time to decide

it was my choice to subside

to quiet the word

to release the chatter

the circle starts over

to go back around

i hit the ground

i won't be found

tragically inclined

i know she isn't far behind..

behind

they don't know me, they can't survive

there are too many Beginnings,

and

there are are too many Ends,

there are too many beginnings,

to end.

5 After

The Muskets Eye

that never washes up after itself

I --- 

will touch, again.

fore_shadow.

Tangent.

Freedom!

Will we make it?

.Truth. 

Don't Turn Away

your sun is always in my .

What I'm Not

I'm not country, but I'm care-free
I don't love misery,
I don't love its company.
Why are you by yourself?
just a Nick-knack,
another, you're too long on the ground,
another, you want to be like her;
this was your adventure.
when you're shot down,
when you're laying around,
heaven begins.

A Fire For

you see, the giving tree,

is all about me.

with a simple tune,

you may see all I see.

there are fingers wrapped around,

the gifts you don't see,

I am the ground.

you see, the giving tree,

I am the ground.

I am the ground.

I am the ground.