The night is on a solitary journey
The lights are out
The moon is snoozing
behind the clouds
The stars loitering somewhere
in the celestial spheres;

So, why don’t you come over
whisper sweet nothings in my ear
tickle me pink.

The night is young and willing
a myriad desires welling up,
Come, rush pell-mell
and blow me away,
Start the ball rolling
be the king of the lawn
the monsoon clouds
are bursting at the seams
open the floodgates,
Come, let’s sow some wild oats
and reap the fruits of our labor

america belong to america
america belong to a city nation
america belong to the streets of america
america belong to the streets of a city nation
the streets of america is the streets of a city nation
the streets is the violence of america
the streets is the violence of a city nation

a city nation is a country nation
a city nation is a glory city nation
violence is a glory violence
violence is a glory city violence
a city violence is a glory city violence
america is a glory america
america is a glory violence

america is a american dream

AND THAT MAKES THREE

First it was one simple word presented to the world
Perhaps dug up blindly from so deep within the soul
Blinking in the daylight, yet quite sure of its mission
And yet bristling with a potential for nuclear fission
Confident of evolution, to fulfil its prospective role
And like an emergent serpent, it became uncurled

It knew full well that all alone, it would never stand
So, with its silent magical chant, it drew a few more
As a second handful of words, to complete a phrase
All showing their relief, as if extracted from a maze

Sometimes I think molly bloom was onto something
when she said theres a kind of kiss that almost paralyses you
draws your soul up from your feet and into your mouth
when he pulls you to his body on the pier the boats rock silently
and the lights of the city are watching your reflections on the water

Ive always wondered how a man knew to write like that like how
did he even know what it felt like to be a woman crushed against a man
feeling thrilled and scared but also kind of like a heroine from a movie

It’s almost ten and youre still asleep
Isn’t it beautiful, falling asleep without a care in the world?
The only thing I thank you for is the writing inspiration
Since I‘ve never met someone as cruel as you

Watching my every move like an experienced spy
Waiting for your girl to slip up
You ask where I‘ve been
Only to show up and completely ignore me

We‘re becoming something new
I’m not sure if I like it
I’m not sure how long I can pretend you constantly being angry with me is beautiful
I don’t know how long I can tame the beast

Atmosphere a sign
couched in teetering patterns
clouds float in veiled sky
tearful tranche on the verge
of dark grey sombre downpour

I struggle to fall asleep, wishing I could just faint into a nightmare
But her eyes are engraved into my skull, like an hourglass fighting the sands of time
Whenever I attempt to close my eyes and wander into unconsciousness, all I hear is her elegant laughter
It plays like an echo sealed between my ears, getting louder each second
My ears begin to bleed, but it was not blood that was spilling out
They were tears of agony and despair, reminding my fractured soul of what could have been

I struggle to fall asleep, wishing I could just faint into a nightmare
But her eyes have been engraved into my skull like a sand clock battling the test of time
Whenever I attempt to close my eyes and wander into unconsciousness all I hear is her elegant laughter
It plays like an echo stuck inside my ears getting louder by the second
My ears begin to bleed, but it was not blood that was spilling out
It was tears of my agony and despair reminding my soul of what could have been
I try to switch tracks but they all lead back to the same station

Lil' Dove of curiosity and hope,
diving in air like a falling drop.
Coruscant rays spread wide,
inviting for a wild ride.

Sprinted to catch, the alluring glitter,
oblivious of thunder, that was bitter.
The strike made the Dove fall,
despite every protest after all.

Bracing itself for the impact,
but the outcome wasn't as expect.
Instead of any painful wound,
only heard a splashing sound.