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The Breakup Scene
It was like a bad movie scene
with a pseudo emo theme.
There were torn up magazines
on the floor,
near the door--
it was tragedy...
Nothing more.
A quick cut
camera shot,
nicely framed,
beside the clock,
was turned face down
by midnight on the blinking dot.
The day was done
when love was stopped.
And on the bed,
by the head,
a directed gaze is where our eyes are led.
The main character,
poorly fed,
was reading "THE" letter
of what he'd NEVER said.
What she read
left her expression dead;
she panned and scrolled
like a chaining e-mail thread.
Her bloodshot eyes were beating red,
and from her eyes
mascara bled.
The mood was dark,
the lighting harsh.
Her playlist cried
that love was hard.
Her cell phone buzzed
but texts bombarded her,
shooting questions
like a bouncer carding her.
No ID
and no proof
as to why he'd discarded her.
She crumpled the letter...
it was starting to bother her.
He completely disregarded her
for nothing.
Her closeup said something
more tragic than words.
And with that,
FADE TO BLACK.
Yes,
you've seen it before.
Transition is change
and,
in a sense,
costs you pain.
But the ending is worth it.
So, N O.
Nothing more.
BooMBuSSiT ©
with a pseudo emo theme.
There were torn up magazines
on the floor,
near the door--
it was tragedy...
Nothing more.
A quick cut
camera shot,
nicely framed,
beside the clock,
was turned face down
by midnight on the blinking dot.
The day was done
when love was stopped.
And on the bed,
by the head,
a directed gaze is where our eyes are led.
The main character,
poorly fed,
was reading "THE" letter
of what he'd NEVER said.
What she read
left her expression dead;
she panned and scrolled
like a chaining e-mail thread.
Her bloodshot eyes were beating red,
and from her eyes
mascara bled.
The mood was dark,
the lighting harsh.
Her playlist cried
that love was hard.
Her cell phone buzzed
but texts bombarded her,
shooting questions
like a bouncer carding her.
No ID
and no proof
as to why he'd discarded her.
She crumpled the letter...
it was starting to bother her.
He completely disregarded her
for nothing.
Her closeup said something
more tragic than words.
And with that,
FADE TO BLACK.
Yes,
you've seen it before.
Transition is change
and,
in a sense,
costs you pain.
But the ending is worth it.
So, N O.
Nothing more.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Before I Return to the One
It was only a matter of Time
before something divine happened.
Something,
long lasting...
Clandestine love tapping
into bleeding hearts.
It had to start
at an ending...
that tore apart
what WAS
and what needed to be.
It was hard for me to see
something more
than just because:
A kiss is just a kiss
if the bliss is missing.
So, really...
what's the fuss?
I had to leave,
when the rain was misting
because the wind was whispering
about the shady change in seasons.
No,
I won't down pour all my reasons.
Sunny days will come my way,
despite how long I run.
I'm glad to say
my gloomy days
will very soon be done.
This game we've played,
I chose to lose
the prize
you think you've won.
So,
before I return to the One...
or hold my tongue like a loaded gun,
know you have not none beneath a setting sun
beside the promise of tomorrow.
Rest assured,
I care not, now,
if you ever know my sorrow!
My love,
you borrowed
what was not yours
when I left my door adjacent.
You're mistaken
if you think I'd stand for grounds so harshly shaken...
when my heart was clearly breaking.
I know you'll come to know the One.
And by then,
I will be taken.
BooMBuSSiT ©
before something divine happened.
Something,
long lasting...
Clandestine love tapping
into bleeding hearts.
It had to start
at an ending...
that tore apart
what WAS
and what needed to be.
It was hard for me to see
something more
than just because:
A kiss is just a kiss
if the bliss is missing.
So, really...
what's the fuss?
I had to leave,
when the rain was misting
because the wind was whispering
about the shady change in seasons.
No,
I won't down pour all my reasons.
Sunny days will come my way,
despite how long I run.
I'm glad to say
my gloomy days
will very soon be done.
This game we've played,
I chose to lose
the prize
you think you've won.
So,
before I return to the One...
or hold my tongue like a loaded gun,
know you have not none beneath a setting sun
beside the promise of tomorrow.
Rest assured,
I care not, now,
if you ever know my sorrow!
My love,
you borrowed
what was not yours
when I left my door adjacent.
You're mistaken
if you think I'd stand for grounds so harshly shaken...
when my heart was clearly breaking.
I know you'll come to know the One.
And by then,
I will be taken.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Heartbreak Hill
They spilled over Heartbreak Hill...
just trying to win the race,
trying to keep their pace,
running from every place,
for in the first place
they were dying.
In their tracks,
some of them were lying
about
whether or not they'd been crying
or dreaming about flying
through that finish line.
The drawn out call
was ringing in the hearts and minds of all.
Sweat dripped
like tear drops;
working just to reach the top.
Parabola syndrome:
Love rising always flops,
ending at the level
where it started
to stop.
Heartbreak is like a marathon,
we keep moving on
just to stay alive;
striving forth
to find out why we even tried for...
just to see if there's something more.
BooMBuSSiT ©
just trying to win the race,
trying to keep their pace,
running from every place,
for in the first place
they were dying.
In their tracks,
some of them were lying
about
whether or not they'd been crying
or dreaming about flying
through that finish line.
The drawn out call
was ringing in the hearts and minds of all.
Sweat dripped
like tear drops;
working just to reach the top.
Parabola syndrome:
Love rising always flops,
ending at the level
where it started
to stop.
Heartbreak is like a marathon,
we keep moving on
just to stay alive;
striving forth
to find out why we even tried for...
just to see if there's something more.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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The Plight of the Pit
He was trapped in a pit.
He was trapped in a pit.
He slipped
and he fell
and he dropped all his wit!
The starkness of darkness--
it grew and it grew.
Soon,
the depths of his pit
was all that he knew.
But his pit was legit!
Too much so to quit...
He crafted a room
that needed no broom.
There was no where to go...
so he didn't need shoes.
He didn't need food...
the darkness consumed!
He dug his low place...
like a mole and its hole.
And it came to be true,
by this he was known
by far more than a few.
Creating such slews
is what enlightened ones do.
Trapped and confined
in the expanse of their minds.
There was so much to know,
it SEEMED
they were always confused!
He slept in his pit
'til AWAKENING hit
one night
when the pit
started smelling like SHIT...
He'd never been up
this late in the night
and finally realized:
he'd FORGOTTEN the light!
The Moon was so bright
and the stars were still shining
at unthinkable heights.
He fathomed the plight
of the pit he was in.
If he didn't get out,
he'd be trapped from within!
But HOW to get out...
Where to begin?
He knew he was lost,
he wanted to WIN!
So, he started to climb
the dirt and the grime
and latched onto rocks
and roots
of ALL KINDS.
The climb would take Time
but THAT was JUST fine.
Time was just wasting
at the place
he was leaving behind...
BooMBuSSiT ©
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Traveling Towards It
You have resurrected in me
something
that was birthed in the past.
And,
at long last,
at long last,
we're both here.
Don't let our chance disappear
because I fear
the end is near.
To me,
it is clairvoyant... so clear
that we've been connected
for THOUSANDS of years,
in counting.
I've found you every Time.
That's astounding!
The energy surrounding
the journey of our hearts
is surmounting
the physical individuals
that we've grown to be.
You and me,
WE
are something
that's been a long time coming.
No short-term nothing
about enlightened twenty-somethings
in the midst
of finding one thing...
LOVE.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Gone
Dresser drawers
were ajar and askew
in a room
like an empty tomb
on a
cold,
quiet,
gray
afternoon.
I assume
that they knew it was Time
to leave
because the trees
didn't hold the same air when they breathed.
Indeed,
they must've seen freedom.
We done
seen the last traces
of my man Genome;
hairs entangled in a comb
and the toilet seat
peed on.
The answering machine
is talkin' 'bout
hangin' out...
but no one's home.
So...
FUCK your phone, nigga,
and the chicken bones
left in a mess
on the counter.
A woman was framed...
boy,
there WAS something about her
in a picture
(developed by hour)
by the flowers
that were dying
on the night stand.
And oh shit,
there was a leaking shower...
and a light bulb,
daunting,
with dwindling power.
They must've been cowards,
peacing
without cleaning up the place.
BooMBuSSiT ©
BooMBuSSiT ©
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The Silent Storm
The silent storm left us shipwrecked,
drifting further under farther stars.
I wonder why I haven't sunk
casted off from Noah's Ark...
roaring mad,
Oh, my broken heart.
Lightening struck
with a mighty hand
and no man could ever save me.
Nature bound,
my calloused hands;
so sure the land had future plans
of ruins
just to break me.
I'm calling out
to no response
while shining seas
make waves at my misfortune.
make waves at my misfortune.
The light of days
brings violent rays,
to beating,
endless scorching.
endless scorching.
The silent storm,
it stayed too long...
I feel,
forever waiting.
With the current thrashing,
and the draft on my shivers lasting,
there's no word of it ever passing.
BooMBuSSiT ©
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Final Battle Cry
She pleaded
Don't leave,
I can't breathe...
without you.
Little did she know,
he was taken
so he had to.
Star-crossed lovers,
their destiny was forsaken.
His army fatigues rested
by the dresser;
her heart was fighting breaking.
He felt her stomach...
Breath-Taking.
"Forever remember,
Your Baby..."
and just maybe
something crazy
would wave the
chances of no return.
Faintly,
he prayed he'd
save the
family
that he was working SO hard to earn.
Damn,
her tear drops were quickly beginning to burn,
but he endured her cries
like a fucking soldier.
He battled the killer feeling
that this might be
the second to last fight
for HIS RIGHT
to be able to hold her.
He believed he had to leave,
to protect the peace,
AND at the very least
she had a piece of him,
living inside of her.
Oh THIS MAN,
HE would die for her.
BooMBuSSiT ©
She pleaded
Don't leave,
I can't breathe...
without you.
Little did she know,
he was taken
so he had to.
Star-crossed lovers,
their destiny was forsaken.
His army fatigues rested
by the dresser;
her heart was fighting breaking.
He felt her stomach...
Breath-Taking.
"Forever remember,
Your Baby..."
and just maybe
something crazy
would wave the
chances of no return.
Faintly,
he prayed he'd
save the
family
that he was working SO hard to earn.
Damn,
her tear drops were quickly beginning to burn,
but he endured her cries
like a fucking soldier.
He battled the killer feeling
that this might be
the second to last fight
for HIS RIGHT
to be able to hold her.
He believed he had to leave,
to protect the peace,
AND at the very least
she had a piece of him,
living inside of her.
Oh THIS MAN,
HE would die for her.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Fly All Around the World
F L Y all over the world,
but still
she's super lonely.
She called me from a phone booth;
ME,
her only 'homie,'
her only 'homie,'
only listened
while she glistened
under Paris city lights...
explaining all the S I G H T S...
while I lived the humble life,
watching TV fights
and eating cheese and macaroni.
Every single city
was just another place
for a stranger
with an A C C E N T
to treat her
like another pretty face.
I listened,
just in case
she chose to slow her pace
and catch a case
of homesickness.
of homesickness.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Light in the Dark
Are you a light in the dark?
I'm not speaking of colors,
or sequence,
or art...
I speak of the spark,
that sets one apart
and casts forth a glare
to show what thou art.
If the skies were to part,
and reign were to fall,
could I trust in my heart
that,
however so small,
you'd heed to the call
to join all that flicker
in the darkest of spots?
Forget 'bout the dirt
and who has and has not,
for a we without all
finds truth
that in large
we, humans,
are nothing,
if not one for all.
We can light up a room
or darken the place,
hence,
these are the markers
of our human race.
Try something for me.
No, really,
just trust.
Flick on your lighter
or strike up your match
whenever with whoever,
at wherever you're at.
Now cover the flame
with your open free hand;
Feel that warmth and that glow?
Well,
it lives within man.
Imagine that feeling?
Crossing the land.
Let's go back to the start...
Are you a light in the dark?
BooMBuSSiT ©
Are you a light in the dark?
I'm not speaking of colors,
or sequence,
or art...
I speak of the spark,
that sets one apart
and casts forth a glare
to show what thou art.
If the skies were to part,
and reign were to fall,
could I trust in my heart
that,
however so small,
you'd heed to the call
to join all that flicker
in the darkest of spots?
Forget 'bout the dirt
and who has and has not,
for a we without all
finds truth
that in large
we, humans,
are nothing,
if not one for all.
We can light up a room
or darken the place,
hence,
these are the markers
of our human race.
Try something for me.
No, really,
just trust.
Flick on your lighter
or strike up your match
whenever with whoever,
at wherever you're at.
Now cover the flame
with your open free hand;
Feel that warmth and that glow?
Well,
it lives within man.
Imagine that feeling?
Crossing the land.
Let's go back to the start...
Are you a light in the dark?
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Nirvana, Heaven, and December 2nd, 1987
Not since the Great Inception
and the human perception of Time,
or not unlike the invention
of the convention of rhyme,
did magic seem real,
and nature feel balanced
as the day that the Cosmos
proposed the Heavens a challenge.
It was a calm night in autumn,
short after the close of November,
a phenomenon occurred;
something amazing,
spectacular...
forever remembered.
A cupid-like centaur
in a star-composed palace
lay content with his bow
and sipped drink from his chalice..
Appeased by his merriment,
He shot through the heavens
seven
arrows ablaze;
a sight so majestic
that perfection was grazed
and contentment was struck
as the stars looked amazed
and learned of their luck.
God smiled down,
and saw it was good,
and smiled in the way
only A Great Spectator could.
This smile bore a light
and made a human reflection
for this joyous,
miraculous,
Not since the Great Inception
and the human perception of Time,
or not unlike the invention
of the convention of rhyme,
did magic seem real,
and nature feel balanced
as the day that the Cosmos
proposed the Heavens a challenge.
It was a calm night in autumn,
short after the close of November,
a phenomenon occurred;
something amazing,
spectacular...
forever remembered.
A cupid-like centaur
in a star-composed palace
lay content with his bow
and sipped drink from his chalice..
Appeased by his merriment,
He shot through the heavens
seven
arrows ablaze;
a sight so majestic
that perfection was grazed
and contentment was struck
as the stars looked amazed
and learned of their luck.
God smiled down,
and saw it was good,
and smiled in the way
only A Great Spectator could.
This smile bore a light
and made a human reflection
for this joyous,
miraculous,
cosmic connection.
All love in the tropics,
on the brink of conception
of winter's progression...
And right that very second:
Happiness
and
Beauty,
took a wonderful,
All love in the tropics,
on the brink of conception
of winter's progression...
And right that very second:
Happiness
and
Beauty,
took a wonderful,
spiritual,
and Worldly perspective...
Hence,
Nirvana
met Heaven
on December
and Worldly perspective...
Hence,
Nirvana
met Heaven
on December
2nd,
1987...
BooMBuSSiT ©
1987...
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Where Are You?
The sheets ruffled
as two legs shuffled
at the bottom of the bed.
She turned her face
to that middle place
where one would likely find a head.
DEAD tired,
she asked,
The sheets ruffled
as two legs shuffled
at the bottom of the bed.
She turned her face
to that middle place
where one would likely find a head.
DEAD tired,
she asked,
"Where are you?"as she rose to toast some bread.
She lit a half-smoked cigarette
that was on the window's chipping ledge.
She breathed the air of mystery
with sun-highlighted dreads.
The toaster popped
and the sound had knocked
the silence
that was shed.
She wondered
what the chances were
she'd find someone again...
BooMBuSSiT ©
She lit a half-smoked cigarette
that was on the window's chipping ledge.
She breathed the air of mystery
with sun-highlighted dreads.
The toaster popped
and the sound had knocked
the silence
that was shed.
She wondered
what the chances were
she'd find someone again...
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Stormy Weather
My sky could start to crumble
My sky could start to crumble
but you move me like the wind.
You hail precipitation
for the drought I'm living in.
I was caught in a tornado
but you PUSHED me,
now I'm flying,
now I'm flying,
and predicting any chance of me
getting soaked in self-denying.
So,
though my eyes are cloudy
though my eyes are cloudy
and the rain is beating heavy,
Your L O V E is thunder steady
and your umbrella's always ready.
Stormy Weather
had caught me in the bind
had caught me in the bind
but Never Mind
because it's clear...
You're my Sunshine.
BooMBuSSiT ©
BooMBuSSiT ©
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A Beautiful Mess
You're a beautiful mess
You're a beautiful mess
the way you stress the fact that you have flaws.
I'm in awe
of how bad the world wants to look like you.
of how bad the world wants to look like you.
It brings out your inner critic who
never gives you enough credit.
Don't regret it.
Let it be.
I swear,
you'll see!
you'll see!
LIFE is a joke
and we're ALL clowns
and we're ALL clowns
and most days you just have to LAUGH
and guess the punchline before it's told.
We can cry about our flaws when we get old.
BooMBuSSiT ©
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Love
is like a language
only you and I can speak.
We're on another level;
out of hand,
beyond their reach.
I swear you give me shivers
how you seize me when you breathe.
I lose my cool in slivers...
You make the air around me freeze.
You elevate my mood
above the point of highest peaks.
You're the river to my ocean;
YES,
to me,
our love is just THAT deep.
Your eyes are like a potion
and I dare to take them in.
You look at me
and there's this energy
surging through me,
and I feel it on my skin.
Between telepathy
and chemistry,
we're breaking barriers,
bending matters.
You know me
and I get you.
You understand
how much
I love you.
BooMBuSSiT ©
is like a language
only you and I can speak.
We're on another level;
out of hand,
beyond their reach.
I swear you give me shivers
how you seize me when you breathe.
I lose my cool in slivers...
You make the air around me freeze.
You elevate my mood
above the point of highest peaks.
You're the river to my ocean;
YES,
to me,
our love is just THAT deep.
Your eyes are like a potion
and I dare to take them in.
You look at me
and there's this energy
surging through me,
and I feel it on my skin.
Between telepathy
and chemistry,
we're breaking barriers,
bending matters.
You know me
and I get you.
You understand
how much
I love you.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Party in the Evening of Eden
The PARTY
VICTORY
(Image courtesy of Vic Bam)
A Chance of a Dance by the Lake
Party in the Evening of Eden
The PARTY
was invite ONLY!
And the way that they drank,
you'd swear that this union was Holy.
Solely,
designer labels
and
white-clothed tables...
ripping and roaring
like A N I M A L S
released from their stables.
They spoke of their lives.
Their stories
sounded like fables!
They pigged out on food
just because they were A B L E.
Champagne dripped
from their lips
to their navels,
stumblin' about
like their limbs were disabled.
Their networks were merged...
with servers,
programmed like cable,
to dish out the spread. . .
'cause they F I N A G L E D the BAGEL.
The music was L I V E
and they shucked and they jived.
They loosened their ties
and laughed 'til they cried
with the darkest mascara
runnin' down from their eyes.
This is a S C E N E
you might've seen
in your D R E A M S
where the setting was clean
and the less that you gave
then the more you RECEIVED
of whatever you need.
Heaven for fiends
in a Garden of Green.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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VICTORY
(Image courtesy of Vic Bam)
I saw God in the sky one day in July,
laid back in my car
in a lot
getting high.
The clouds made a shield
that protected my eyes,
And the light was a pleasant
present
unwrapping a worthy,
and wholesome,
prize.
What a solar surprise
to recognize
the Heaven's disguise!
A pried open secret that the night would deny
but the day couldn't keep it.
Even nature was peakin',
at brilliance seeping
and speaking:
"God will provide!"
The sight was enough
to make a grown man cry.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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A Chance of a Dance by the Lake
S U MM E R N I G H TS
have a certain rhythm to them,
like flapping wings.
Bonfires inspire,
Musing soft things
to pull on heart strings.
SING
a love song to ME
under the SPOTLIGHT
of the MOONLIGHT.
I might...
despite my spite for such romance.
You could...
change the fact that I don't like to dance.
M U S I C
is not played by chance.
We both have noted circumstance
under the stars.
Our feet are dipped in silent, shallow waters;
hearts E C H O E D out to Mars.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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The Best Friend Syndrome
A L W A Y S there for her,
A L W A Y S there for her,
he forever cared for her
through many a-drunk nights.
He'd seen too many cat fights
over OTHER guys
deemed more "likable"
because
HE wasn't considered excitable
enough for her.
She preferred
to be J U S T friends.
BEST friends.
With him
and this girl Kim...
and this other girl Stacy...
He'd get S P A C E Y
whenever she spoke
about jesters with jokes,
who were
TOO foolish
to take her seriously
while SHE
and HE
would E E R I L Y
do something simultaneously
that snapped them back to reality...
momentarily.
It was the BEST FRIEND SYNDROME
and he was love sick
and home alone
with his only remedy.
He'd do anything
for the longevity
of their conversation.
Her lips moved so heavenly
about her conflicted situations.
And he was DYING with anticipation
for HIS
"seven minutes in heaven" kiss
on her couch.
Still,
his ego hurt so bad
it made him wanna scream, "OUCH!"
Get drunk
off several stouts
and rock out
to shout out:
"I don't know what I'd do without you"
because IT was THERE
especially when she
FLIPPED her hair
but It would be GONE in the morning.
Feverishly,
He'll be forever WANTING
something MORE.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Quality Time
It was way past seven
It was way past seven
in a champagne heaven
and now they're just wishing for stars.
Arms outstretched,
they had a song on next,
from an ipod deck
while they rolled on the grass in the park.
A car drove by
like a long-term high
as they admired the expanse of the green.
She read KEATS
and he made beats
so they made out neat
when they spoke about the rage of machines.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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The Picture of Perfect
Perfection,
Perfection,
I know I've seen you before.
I do,
I do,
because I remember taking a picture with you.
You had bought me something sweet
in a dream
You had bought me something sweet
in a dream
with lots of green
somewhere.
But then I lost it.
I lost the damn picture!
I went frantic,
writing about you
somewhere.
But then I lost it.
I lost the damn picture!
I went frantic,
writing about you
and me
and this picture.
I was M A D.
Throwing words
I was M A D.
Throwing words
and living verbs
every
single
night...
so that I might remember you.
It was like...
the more I remembered of you
the more I could never be sure
that I had the image EXACTLY right.
Like, no...
It was like...
the more I remembered of you
the more I could never be sure
that I had the image EXACTLY right.
Like, no...
that's not right...
questioning my sight.
I distinctly remember your face
capturing the essence of a different light...
in a dream, maybe.
Anyway,
I distinctly remember your face
capturing the essence of a different light...
in a dream, maybe.
Anyway,
you get it.
You know what I mean
and me knowing that you know me
is exactly what I need.
Coming close to proving that I know you
does wonders for my self-esteem.
I've seen
You know what I mean
and me knowing that you know me
is exactly what I need.
Coming close to proving that I know you
does wonders for my self-esteem.
I've seen
so many pictures
of imitations
of imitations
of you..
EXAGGERATIONS of you...
And I'm such a fool.
I could have saved you!
Now, I rephrase to one day reface you.
Like sweet music,
you're the only thing
I'll ever pace to.
But first,
EXAGGERATIONS of you...
And I'm such a fool.
I could have saved you!
Now, I rephrase to one day reface you.
Like sweet music,
you're the only thing
I'll ever pace to.
But first,
I have to see you.
BooMBuSSiT ©
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Dream Home
I want to live in a beach house somewhere
where the water's translucent
and naturally clear
and the weather gives more
I want to live in a beach house somewhere
where the water's translucent
and naturally clear
and the weather gives more
than short shares of fair,
and natural disasters
and natural disasters
are far less than rare.
I don't even care
if I'm alone in this home
or if my presence is known.
I'd sleep lovely with the company of consistency.
I don't even care
if I'm alone in this home
or if my presence is known.
I'd sleep lovely with the company of consistency.
The consistency of liberty
to do as I wish,
to not sink when I think
or float like a boat,
but to swim like a fish!
I'd record in the sand all those past times I wrote.
I'd dream like a fiend,
and motion my way through the most epic of scenes.
to not sink when I think
or float like a boat,
but to swim like a fish!
I'd record in the sand all those past times I wrote.
I'd dream like a fiend,
and motion my way through the most epic of scenes.
A sun-kissed romantic,
making love to the light...
I'd outstretch my arms
and run to embrace
the warm rays of sunshine that beam on my face.
I'd sleep with the stars
making love to the light...
I'd outstretch my arms
and run to embrace
the warm rays of sunshine that beam on my face.
I'd sleep with the stars
without fear of the night.
Time would mean nothing.
Well, no...
it'd be something:
My day would be now,
the last second forever,
and I'd cast out to sea
Time would mean nothing.
Well, no...
it'd be something:
My day would be now,
the last second forever,
and I'd cast out to sea
my bottled conceptions of never
and be drunk off the proof
and be drunk off the proof
of the clear
in the ever.
Yes,
Yes,
my moment would be here
and the incessance of ticking
and the incessance of ticking
would just disappear.
God,
God,
I pray for this home,
this place of my own...
BooMBuSSiT ©
this place of my own...
BooMBuSSiT ©
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The Trip
It was a lovely trip
as L O N G as it lasted
because I learned how to give,
without even asking!
We drove ourselves crazy
waiting for magic
and racing through traffic
without ever crashing
or knowing what happened.
The world felt like plastic,
but WE looked fantastic
for all of our flaws
seemed a little less tragic.
The ugliest truths
seemed much more attractive
and we realized ourselves
by being nostalgic.
Memory lane
was I N S A N E in the passing.
Ignition was key
because our hearts were proactive.
A life lived in F E A R
never gets play,
like brief radio-action.
A trip?
That it was.
And we did it because,
no gassing it up,
dipping in tripping
is what a Venturer does.
BooMBuSSiT ©
as L O N G as it lasted
because I learned how to give,
without even asking!
We drove ourselves crazy
waiting for magic
and racing through traffic
without ever crashing
or knowing what happened.
The world felt like plastic,
but WE looked fantastic
for all of our flaws
seemed a little less tragic.
The ugliest truths
seemed much more attractive
and we realized ourselves
by being nostalgic.
Memory lane
was I N S A N E in the passing.
Ignition was key
because our hearts were proactive.
A life lived in F E A R
never gets play,
like brief radio-action.
A trip?
That it was.
And we did it because,
no gassing it up,
dipping in tripping
is what a Venturer does.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Maybe in a Different Place, Maybe at Another Time
We were in the wrong Time.
I could feel it
We were in the wrong Time.
I could feel it
and your face revealed it.
Sealed it.
My presence held no essence in the air for you,
And just so you know that I care for you,
that I'm always there for you,
it's only fair to you
My presence held no essence in the air for you,
And just so you know that I care for you,
that I'm always there for you,
it's only fair to you
to let us dwindle
like a spindle;
threading lies
threading lies
that you'll quickly unravel in a second
and leave me bare to you.
I'll be left with dying embers
of what I remember of our flame.
I don't know when it left
I'll be left with dying embers
of what I remember of our flame.
I don't know when it left
or when we came.
But how cold are you?
Don't you know how fast I burned for you?
Slowly.
But how cold are you?
Don't you know how fast I burned for you?
Slowly.
If you were to watch me,
I'd stop.
My hands would turn to your face,
I'd stop.
My hands would turn to your face,
like a clock...
it would be my hour
to be with the one.
But maybe in another life,
Perhaps some other Time.
it would be my hour
to be with the one.
But maybe in another life,
Perhaps some other Time.
No.
In another time,
in another place,
you and I were a special case.
I had a different name
and a different face.
Damn,
in another place,
you and I were a special case.
I had a different name
and a different face.
Damn,
we must've had us quite the chase,
based
on how you make my heartbeat race.
And in our haste,
based
on how you make my heartbeat race.
And in our haste,
I must've left at lightening speed;
jet set here
to outer space.
But that was then
And this is now.
But maybe in some other life,
jet set here
to outer space.
But that was then
And this is now.
But maybe in some other life,
somehow.
Definitely at a different Time...
than now.
BooMBuSSiT ©
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Can We Make a Run for It?
Can we make a run for it?
We'd slip out
and dip out
of the dead of this night.
My baggage is packed
and it's zipped up
real tight.
I've been pricked
by the points
that sew the threads
of my plights;
Unraveling distance
like the spool of a kite.
Can you be there to kiss me
and tell me that things are all right?
Delight my lack of apprehension
for this invitational extension,
and the fact that I've EVEN mentioned
your inclusion
in my plans for tonight...
Should only prove further
the extent of my like.
Do you SEE what I mean?
Do you WANT to be free?
Because I feel more now than ever
you're JUST what I need.
We'd sleep on our troubles
and have cannabis dreams
and we might even dabble in cigarette schemes;
all I would need is Life, you, and my light.
The world's best hotel suites
with i-pod docks
and swipe card locks,
only sound safe to me
if you are my rock.
Are you in
or
are you not?
If they're cold,
then we'll show them
what it means to be hot.
If you're low,
then I'll rise you to the top
of my priority list.
So, truly,
what do you make of this?
Can we make a run for it?
BooMBuSSiT ©
Can we make a run for it?
We'd slip out
and dip out
of the dead of this night.
My baggage is packed
and it's zipped up
real tight.
I've been pricked
by the points
that sew the threads
of my plights;
Unraveling distance
like the spool of a kite.
Can you be there to kiss me
and tell me that things are all right?
Delight my lack of apprehension
for this invitational extension,
and the fact that I've EVEN mentioned
your inclusion
in my plans for tonight...
Should only prove further
the extent of my like.
Do you SEE what I mean?
Do you WANT to be free?
Because I feel more now than ever
you're JUST what I need.
We'd sleep on our troubles
and have cannabis dreams
and we might even dabble in cigarette schemes;
all I would need is Life, you, and my light.
The world's best hotel suites
with i-pod docks
and swipe card locks,
only sound safe to me
if you are my rock.
Are you in
or
are you not?
If they're cold,
then we'll show them
what it means to be hot.
If you're low,
then I'll rise you to the top
of my priority list.
So, truly,
what do you make of this?
Can we make a run for it?
BooMBuSSiT ©
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The Homeless Blind Man
A sage of old age,
disguised in aesthetics
that coupled his speech of drunken phonetics,
sat slumped in his corner
on the most dismal of streets
and held out his cup to pedestrian feet.
A fortress constructed of blankets and trash
clashed
with the scent of elitists' cash
who were
diverging their faces
in their rush to no places
in most of their cases
with frowns as they passed.
The blind drunken sage clasped at his Spirit
for tenacious hostility
towards misfortuned appearance
and guzzled his way
to a sensation like fire
and wiped from his mouth the remnants of Whisky
as if
his inner most voice had began to perspire.
He started to shout:
"Hey, Good looking out!
Greedy like hell...
You think 'cause I'm blind, and I'm drunk and I smell
that I can't really tell
what you're looks are about?
I see that you see me,
You sad bunch of fucks...
and me and you, buddy...
we don't differ too much.
TRUST!
I lived in a house
with a yard and a cat
and a pool and a wife
and the kids...
and all that!
My job laid me off
and they took it all back.
I'm the product of you
whose a product of them
and with things as they are
we're ALL just as good as condemned.
Material zombies,
with you're head in the clouds
who throw cash at their problems,
and their fears and their doubts.
Ingest all that judgment,
and humble your clout
and help a fellow... scared... piece of shit out."
And as quick as he stood
to preach to no good
he slunk back to crouching
and praying
for ears who heard
and understood.
BooMBuSSiT ©
A sage of old age,
disguised in aesthetics
that coupled his speech of drunken phonetics,
sat slumped in his corner
on the most dismal of streets
and held out his cup to pedestrian feet.
A fortress constructed of blankets and trash
clashed
with the scent of elitists' cash
who were
diverging their faces
in their rush to no places
in most of their cases
with frowns as they passed.
The blind drunken sage clasped at his Spirit
for tenacious hostility
towards misfortuned appearance
and guzzled his way
to a sensation like fire
and wiped from his mouth the remnants of Whisky
as if
his inner most voice had began to perspire.
He started to shout:
"Hey, Good looking out!
Greedy like hell...
You think 'cause I'm blind, and I'm drunk and I smell
that I can't really tell
what you're looks are about?
I see that you see me,
You sad bunch of fucks...
and me and you, buddy...
we don't differ too much.
TRUST!
I lived in a house
with a yard and a cat
and a pool and a wife
and the kids...
and all that!
My job laid me off
and they took it all back.
I'm the product of you
whose a product of them
and with things as they are
we're ALL just as good as condemned.
Material zombies,
with you're head in the clouds
who throw cash at their problems,
and their fears and their doubts.
Ingest all that judgment,
and humble your clout
and help a fellow... scared... piece of shit out."
And as quick as he stood
to preach to no good
he slunk back to crouching
and praying
for ears who heard
and understood.
BooMBuSSiT ©
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Have you ever seen a star
that shined like the sun in Leo?
Ground you to compassion,
like the Virgin did for the Holy Trio?
An infectious type of enigma,
radiating Cancer like Chemo
with a presence so intense,
to undress stress,
under the Scorpion influences of Pluto.
They mite test the best of you,
but bless the Bull,
it's respectable,
like the Taurus, giving you kudos.
They follow you like fashion,
a Sagitarrian passion,
cause it moves where ever the truth goes.
Natural fluidity,
practicing the political polygamy
that keeps Aquarians cool, yo.
They've been changing earth,
since birth,
with a Capricornian view.
So,
they're
noble in their conviction
to fight for benediction
like a true Arian hero.
Encompassing all spirituality,
with the mysterious Piscean reality,
or dissecting various dichotomies
with a curious Geminian propriety.
In truth,
you're just in love
with their balanced sense of LIBRAN compliancy.
Astrology,
symbolically,
investigates the science of the spirit.
God reflected our personalities
with a celestial tapestry,
the Sun
and all of the planets near it.
Every sign is needed;
an essential mix personalities
making sure that everything is completed.
BooMBuSSiT©
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American Hood
A SPRAY CAN shakes
as THE HOOD does a double take.
The aerosol can hisses
something like a salted snake.
The bagged-bottle d r i p p i n g,
with every moving stake.
The clock was t i c k i n g off to fate...
Sirens cried from somewhere off,
far away;
they sounded lost.
True L O V E is Art,
at at any cost.
Jesus Christ,
in all who are mighty.
in all who are mighty.
Damn.
What a thought.
The hoods' lines were previously designed
to fulfill the cross;
abandoned cargo will soon be tossed.
Please.
N O T to be crass,
N O T to be crass,
but,
SEE,
the hood was a B A D A S S
SEE,
the hood was a B A D A S S
(the kind that fucked up the girl with the fat ass).
The hood was glowing,
without even knowing,
and people could see that.
The voices convened that
the hood was trouble,
with double the struggle,
plus reason to flee fact.
Authority,
at least of what's been seen,
captivated the less then free,
and R E E K ED of paint streaks
leaking down red, blue and green
on the horizon of a clashing city scene.
The streets had bred the hood into STRIFE,
and gave the hood canvas to paint THE LIFE.
In Biblical speech:
hoods KNOW the night
and KNOW of plight;
S E E the lights
but barely KNOW their rights.
After all,
THE HOOD was American.
BooMBuSSiT ©
BooMBuSSiT ©
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