Do you go to the dungeon to find out how to make peace with your days in the dungeon witing a letter to you didn't make me feel any more peaceful than how i felt when we weren't speaking because i didn't cop to what i did. I can't love you because we're supposed to have professional boundaries. i'd like you to be schooled and in awe as though you were kissed by god full on the lips. i'm in the front row the front row with popcorn I get to see you see you close up i'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries one by one one minute i want to banish you the next i want to be on a deserted island with you along with my 3 favorite cds ambivalent yet in your bed we've yet to acknowledge what really happened
slid into the ditch i have this overwhelming loss of ambition we said let's name thirty good reasons why we shouldn't be together i started by saying things like "you smoke" "you live in New Jersey (too far)" you started saying things like "you belong to the world" all of which could have been easily refuted but the conversation was hypothetical i am totally short of breath for you why can't you shut your stuff off..... i'm in the front row the front row eith popcorn i get to see you see you close up and i laughed until my lungs hurt I love how you bust my chops you don't always feel seen sometimes you feel erasable unfortunately i cannot reciprocate in my current state i think we should be carefulof how much time we spend together
.... for a while while i'm speaking you know how much you hate to be interrupted maybe spend some time alone fill up your proverbial cup so that it doesn't always have to be about you i've been wanting your undivided attention i like the fact that your nothing like me are you not burdened by the lack of perspective people have of your charmed life (seemingly)? i'm in the front row the front row with popcorn i get to see you see you close up you never meant to be ungrateful nor held up to be whipped or wept for certainly not analyzed prodded at more ways than one apparently you've been misrepresented dealing with the concept of arrows being slung towards your outrageous fortune hey i'm not mad at you guardian i'm mad at myself for spending so much time with you and your jeckyl and hydeness i'm glad i figuratively slapped you on the wrist you laughed a wicked laugh and said "come here let me clip your wings!" (i know he's blood but you can still turn him away you don't owe him anything)"raise the roof!" he yelled "yeah raise the roof!" i yelled back. (unfortunately you needed a health scare to reprioritize) no thanks to the soap box. having me rile against them won't make an ounce of difference.... i'm in the front row the front row with poopcorn i get to see you see you close up oh the things i've done for you many a sitch a friend a man's been left for you oh the books i've read for you the toungues i've bitten for you many a new city for you many a risk taken for you (not a single regret)
BABA
i've seen them kneel
with baited breath for the ritual
i've watched this experience raise
them to pseudo higher levels
i've watched them leave thier families
in pursuit of your nirvana
i've seen then coming to line up
from switzerland and america
how long will this take baba
how long have we been sleeping
do you see me hanging on to
every word you say
how soon will i be holy
how much will this cost guru
how much longer 'til you
completely absolve me
i've seen them give thier drugs up
in place of makeshift altars
i've heard them chanting
kali kali frantically
i've heard them rotely repeat your
teachings with elitism
i've seen them boasting robes and
foreign sandalwood beads
i've seen them overlooking god
in their own essence
i've seen thier upward glances
in hopes of instant salvation
i've seen thier righteousness
mixed without loving compassion
i've watched you smile as
the students bow to kiss your feet
give me strength all knowing one
how long 'til enlightenment
how much longer 'til you
completely absolve me
So Pure
you from new york you are so relevant
you reduce me to cosmic tears
luminous more so than most anyone
unapologetically alive knot in my stomach
and lump in my throat
I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
so pure such an expression
supposed former infatuation junkie
i sink three pointers and you wax poetically
I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
so pure such an expression
let's grease the wheel over tea
let's discuss things in confidence
let's be outspoken let's be ridiculous
let's solve the world's problems
I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
so pure such an expression
