"I was sitting on the bleacher staring at the speaker
Reading his lips but I could not understand
So I opened up my ears and clearly I could hear
This detailed story all about a grain of sand"

"I'm in love with someone who's as pretty as a flower
Her life gives me power so i'm buying her a ring
She makes hats with her hands
She is such an artist
I'm her biggest fan and I'm teaching her to sing"

Ben Kweller - On My Way.

https://www.bing.com/videos/riverview/relatedvideo?q=ben+kweller+on+my+way&mid=3F2FDADBF42B1D56FE603F2FDADBF42B1D56FE60&FORM=VIRE&ajaxhist=0&ajaxserp=0

The secret to writing to music is to pick a song that has the right beat. Fast songs = rap. Love/pain songs, pick a song of a slow or moderate beat and separate yourself from the actual Lyrics and focus on the beat of the Lyrics/music which will be in time with each other. Its hard to evade the influence of the Lyrics but you will get to grasps with it, eventually.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -


There's this pretty little thing
with  a burst of Rosey cheeks,
Angelic in the light and whispers in the dark,
Fluttering bird as she sings
graceful slow flow of fleets,
and the white roses in my local Park.

Ted.

The sun was everlastingly shining over the oasis.

I wake up from a dream, eyes wide open.

I turn my head and see this beautiful creature that shares my bed sheets.

I was longing for her as much as I am every day longing for the night to fall.

The cool nights when we would get lost in the city of minarets.

The gates of the city we used to climb at night to kiss when religion was finally asleep.

The moon proudly looking over us from above. Not jealous.

We were free.

Every night was a feast.

We had plov and mantis.

Red wine and cakes.

And on top of that, we had each other.

Each other, as the sun and the moon chasing each other.

I cradle hurricanes in my ribcage
while words swirl around my head.
I try to catch the good ones-
but mostly, I wish I was dead.

I do everything too much-
the joy, the sorrow, the dread.
Yet somehow, I’m never enough-
what a curious truth to be force fed.

If I laugh, it’s always too loud;
my mouth too sharp to make anyone proud.
Crying is a dangerous game,
I could sob away a city, drown in the blame.

My rage leaves no survivors,
as if I line people up on personal pyres.
When I vent, they hear preaching-
a sermon no one wants, a fear of my leeching.

I don’t love, I dissect-
obsessively search for the trap I expect.
I can’t just leave; I burn it all down-
the bubbly, funny girl wears a permanent frown.

I do too much and my inner child feels seen,
She's acting out, we aren't this mean
I just get scared when the vibe is off, and ruining the mood makes the blow more soft.

Despite the chaos I still crave love, an equal partner, wearing fireproof gloves.

even if
the visible environment is different
the invisible love is not.

Lets go dancing in the moonlight of  the sky
take in all the sights and cosmic sounds,
What's beneath as the blast hits the Earth,
is now over to us dear.

Oh, we could fly to the moon for crater scones
and to the Mars for some red hot volcanic pleasures,
Emerge down to where Jupiter's lost its moon.
Oh, we could fly around like the Angels
lucky to be in heaven......

White canvas
Black lines
No space for color

White is too bright
Black is not dark enough
Oscillate between the two
Less towards the light
And more towards the dark.

ever since you put out of the fire
the energy that burned between our lips
i’ve been cold shaking waiting
from your sizzling embers i take small sips
but you look not of winter nor frostbite
while i barely preserve myself in foil
so i take the gasoline canister
try to drench you in my slick oil
hand you the matches eyes begging
please relight our spark
if you don’t i’m scared i’ll lose you
forever in this dark

Guilt, guilt, guilt
As far as I can see

Weight, weight, wait!
Its crashing down on me

Shame upon my name
Rehabilitate with blame

Change, change, strange
Things still stay the same