Opening
My window
‘Cause I do hear wind howling
My name and
My purpose
I harken to its message

Many have to be brought to understand the gravity of my action
I’m a necessary cavity granting meaning to meaning to dental attraction
I’m more than distraction
I’m law-abiding citizen
And craft is my faction
Keeping eyes on horizon

I, know that my
Type of joy can be perceived as painful
Though, as I cry
All my tears do water that which I sowed

Tell me what I need to know
And my will shall light the way
But if you think my pen’s a toy
Then I do dare you to play

Farmed dreams
From the loam of my pillow
I am underpinned by all of the filth from the dark bin
Of imagination
Taking a stroll upon a rainbow
Sliding down to the leprechauns’ chagrin
With a mischievous grin
Opening
My window
‘Cause I do hear wind howling
My name and
My purpose
I harken to its message

Roses wilted
Flagship tilted
Burning castle
Won’t find me dead
Yet
I feel, perchance
You’d be the first to shoot
If you had the chance
Gotta get the truth at root
Pull at every single seam
Let me take you on a journey
Tell you what I really mean:
Grabbing the payphone
Heart in the same place as E.T
Calling, attempting, to phone home
Knowing this life is a war zone
All of the fun and the love is just cologne
Masking the scent of the corpse in the basement
Trying to see what they represent
But what they are is not relevant
Eating my craft as a sacrament
Sitting in a kiddy pool, sipping Carlo Rossi
I’m a one man posse in a full ghost town
Thinking how at even this level of water one could drown
Got to shovel my way to the truth six feet down

I've felt the cool blade of betrayal
Thrust into my back
But I've got the wind in my sail
And I'm not turning back

Bolt to the head
Like a bovine
Knowing I'm a green light
But you want a stop sign

I’m an alchemist, I pour my thoughts and feelings into beaker
So to fight against the forces trying to make this world bleaker
Kind of bridges that I’m burning won’t be having reparations
But I do assure you when I spit, I’ll make the fire sweeter
I would rather break the plate
Afore I try their appetite to sate
Momma, if I take my glasses off, can I still see my dreams
If I take my thimble off, will I sow thumb within the seams

Gobbledegook
Many hope I forsook
Or maybe pawns have trouble understanding movement of rook
Or the deeper strategy that king and queen undertook
Would you brook a farmer telling lord to modify his hook
You are chasing pavements
Closer that you get to desire
The further away
And the deeper in mire

I turned twenty-two on 2/22
Got something I’d like to say
Must present to you
And the item on agenda
The candle upon ofrenda
Is a salty truth
So please note it might offend ya

Everybody’s looking for a scapegoat
Fallacious accountability while taking on water on a sinking boat
You can’t live your life how you perceived as normally
One marked with superfluity and revelry but that’s just probably
So you place the culpability on someone ‘cross the road or sea
Easier to spit on someone else than pop your fantasy

Opening
My window
‘Cause I do hear wind howling
My name and
My purpose
I harken to its message

Sing
With me
The wind will guide our song