today we sign yearbooks with confession
of crushes that never blossomed
of still born courage that never took risk

little notes of hope get passed
"sat behind you all year in class"
but alas,
we wait until the last day of school








"you should consider changing your rules.
see you in september"

-maceo-

I can untie knots with my mind, and tie you in a knot with my tongue. You the cherry and your legs are the stem, call me pretty please.
I sip your cocktail till im drunk off your poison/ die from your potency, be brought back to life by your love just to die again.
Live in hell because we are too loud for the halls of heaven, too bouncy off the walls, too sticky on the floor. Too wet, too dirty, too sinful.
Trying to build a mansion out of kisses the of size popsicle sticks. And every time I say the word “popsicle” you get chills. But that's a whole 'nother story
We spread stories on the floors of each story of a seven floor warehouse storing storms, earthquakes, and volcanoes.
Because we are the greatest natural disaster. I am no good, ‘leave you New Orleans and Pompei.
You leave me Hiroshima.
Unfairly you retaliate for my slights too hard, I am only man, foolish, childlike and always wanting your attention.
Until I don't get it for long enough, I learn not to care. My mom left once "took a vacation".
That week turned to months and at some point I stopped wishing for her to come back.
I got better things to wish for than someone who don't want to be with me.
I got better things to do with my dreams that waste them on things that are in other people’s hands.
We start off too hot every time. Flare and die too soon, too often.
But that's why i love you because no one burns like that anymore.
You r’e not afraid to be destructive and I think I am invincible.
So you test me out with cuts and heartbreaks and all the shit I do to everyone else.
That no one can do to me but you. I eat the paper with the safe word and forget it.
Like I never felt pain before. you are refreshing I didn't know I could bleed this much emotion for a person.
And all it took was for you not to notice me, treat me less than amazing.
More like normal or even more like shitty and I treat you more like romance.
I give you everything I wish you gave. Because you make me burn bright.
Destroy me like no one can.
Whisper that you love me when you think I can’t hear you, accidently smile too big when you see me. How you run when I read you.
I’m done wishing for havoc, though I’d welcome it if it came.
I’m done dreaming for destruction, love is not adrenaline.
Passion will give you a heart attack. So keep running disaster.
And please don’t text me from you honey moon anymore.

I been singing only the first part of songs for to long tryna do the chorus and the backup wit nobody at my back. the only way be better than myself is wit somebody else but the pulse of the pattern is hard to follow. Paisley sporadic with no metronome for tempo. Only autonomic notes, quotes and chaotic instrumentals. Bitches brew but never boil so I only shine solo. Saxophones sing but don't kiss back, pianos with cold keys are hard to love at night, the strands on guitars don't smell like dessert. Harmonicas do no wetten when I touch them. The curves on this horn are not soft. I beat drums but they don't cum. Foreplaying with metal and wood is no good when its dark and the air is red.I audition for duetists that get dismissed after shows. Always a new act to rehearse with fresh steps and holds.Still I can't claim the loss as the labels fault cause I conduct my own destruction of compositions through performances I orchestrate. Retracting castings before contracts are signed, I'm not afraid of commitment just yet to be made blind. So if a half note is a quarter flat the whole thing rolls over the whole song gets sung by me and the sheets just gets colder. Pages on froze 'cause the song is on hold.I'm tired of solos on life's microphone. I'm tired of singing duets alone.

There is something wrong with the administration.

Life is a bed of roses.. Thorns included
Playing matador to a bull with no horns muted

Something doesn't sound right.
The air is too still for justice.
Too calm for truth that cracks like thunder
In rooms where elephants stampede
Instead of silently standing allowing us to ignore them.

To many mouths go unfed tonight because the wrong flavor words come out of them
The wrong shade of red flows in their veins so the bluest ink can't sign off on their smiles
White lies thick like chalk lines drawn on pavement stand
Boarders are barriers making aliens of brothers and illegals of friends

Footprints leave paper trails to follow back home
Immigrants march to where the buffalo roam
Stingy citizens scramble like freedom must be budgeted
Bludgened by a system, with cameras instead of eyes,
Speakers instead of a mouth, and a calculator instead of a heart.

Good people are forced out of good jobs
Crossed T's mean you have to cross back over a border
Inconsistent regulations mean unregulated wages, conditions
Poorly focused enforcement means feeding inhumane labor practices
Businesses go under the spotlight, pay goes under the table, and the people go under the radar.

Taxes go away all together. And they can all go away together.
Yes we can, fix a broken system,
Yes we can, provide a fair wage and health care,
Yes we can, give good people the quality of life they deserve.

Yes we can, but the question is ... Will we?

There is something wrong with the administration.

she’s responsible/ im reckless/ I feel like she got a checklist/ and a abicus on necklace so before we kiss she gone inspect/ if im respectable/ if im a prospect/ cuz she dont invest time just for fireworks/ she makes tents of pants and limbs of loins fire burns but on no intentful course/it just burns to burn/ I just love to love/ I live to live/ I give cuz it feels good and end on obligation/ she want a letter intent to relation- ship..or something

she wanna make out/ I wanna climb into her mouth and slide on her tongue/ kiss her body like the sun till she tans from my passion, dive straight into action, crash into glass like a stuntman./ I break things, sometimes hearts on accident, not malicious but maybe I should move more slow/or faster in the right diretion/ I try to plaster the cracked section but what’s done is done as we are/ destined to be homies only cuz she can’t take kisses without commitment/ she says their like checks that bounce off lips like balls off walls in rooms full of china/ and I only love kinda/ or solely when im lonely, bored or my schedule is open

I can tell from this she don’t understand me she is not a plan B/more like something to plan for/or destination I journey towards/or rewards I hustle to score allure is a metaphor to quick riches like lust is/love requires blueprint build out and finishing/yet and still there is no future for to guarantee/ can’t slip into love I got errands to run/ before I settle in on the decision of who to settle with, not settle for/ but in the meantime what she gives is metal/scraped on black top at highspeed/over a gas leak from an RV/ She ignites me but I won’t let us accelerate/we lay on top of sheets like to lovers who celebate/ baits me to stay with cheap benefits and foreplay that ain’t before shit/ know this is a game but I ignore it

Cuz she thinks Im just here to hit/she just invited me over to sit/ and talk/and stay/ cuz she’d choose my chest over pillows anyday/ and so I play to see if im alibaba and the 40 theives/ can move her legs with my words of open sesame/ and too bad we both return to cloths after hours without garments/ and never let her know I would have stayed the night regardless. Love is blind, romance is retarded

you are covered in stories

i am still intrigued but a bit saddened I haven't been able to read more of them.

I only catch fortune cookie wisdoms from you strips at a time

i keep ordering the chow mein ,keep ordering the egg rolls, keep ordering the fried rice, and the fucking guy forgets my fortune cookie

he thinks i come here for the food

you are a rock, supernaturally floating in the waves of an ocean never sinking or settling to the bottom

i study and measure to figure out why and never take into account that it could just be magic that happens for no other reason than marvel, no other reason than enjoyment

i am a scientist and you are a miracle. i may never understand you but i will always try.

it is my nature to study and measure and it is yours to exist beyond measure.

everyday a year passes and this is just one more of magic

marvelous ameera, happy tomorrow

if you were a song, it would start with feedback

if you were an animal, it would be one with claws

if you were a book, it would be in braille

but you are none of these things...
you are a girl, a young woman, with butterflies for eyelashes and the wind for a voice.

you are an invisible passenger side dj that remixed my soundtrack when i adopted your motherboard

you are soft architecture

you leave tornados in your footprints

you are a book i haven't finished the first page of

i imagine that your heart is a rubix cube you try to solve on your own.

but i can't be sure 'cause after all...

... they are just theories.

oh rocky body slopes, kiss me with avalanche
paint me with demise.
you are a landslide, so i got my skis out.

you are mountain i'd die to ride if it meant i could swift down your trails
i'd suicide into your eyes to kiss you once before they dragged me off to hell
the devil can't wipe my soul of your taste but an eternity without it is no heaven at all

so sneaky fiendish for it i'd slay an angel, steal his wings adorn his halo
con gabriel through gates of gold to hold you by the waist

and in that breath you exhale are all my dreams

oh god you are a landslide, be my sweet sexy toboggan
a little piece of your crumble, let it fall in my mouth chocolate chip fairy tale delicious.

missing stones boulders and, gravel plant me in your shoulder so i can sing for you daily, i talk in melody when thinking of you. your name is my chorus

you are a landslide


fear inducing heartbeat catalyst of mystery be the end of me.

as i know it be the beginning of me as i should have always been