Underscore

Connection,  like to a company

Both suddenly and subtly 

You could be the one for me

Just a kid in the background

Requesting more sound

As the score board lights up

Igniting the crowd

Dear Mr. G

I could spell it with a J

Pushing past the point of delay

Another day

Passes with its many faucets

Calm and spastic 

Rippling the fabric of time

How dramatic 

Crippling a gifted young mind

How tragic

Gifting out the sight to the blind

How miraculous

Thinking that your one of a kind

How jurrasic

I could go for days with my twisted ways & waves until hairs convert into gray. Yet this anatomy is that of an altered reality. I don't trust what I see nor do i bow to casualty. 

Its stark and in many cases futures grow dark. Like the streets at midnight near your favorite park. Have heart, cause even subliminal imagery will never take hold of your simple divinity.

So when will you see in the ways that I do? You could manage, that is in fact if you wish to. Its just mechanics, not even really fine tuned. Speaking of planets,  how goes life on Neptune? 

Deja Vu

Prayers to the air if your reading, seething
Heart beats skip until life's receding
A cut that won't stop bleeding
Kind of startling
& I'm just starting
Realizing, to release the artist
Invest in margins, between mirages

When words slip from your hot lips
Concern of what your odds is
Wait for the moment the card flips
Sit back and swallow your tongue tricks
Take a quick breath cause the air is brisk
Lofty, low-key, denied point of entry
These are days long gone, memories left me
These are days forlorn 'member who sent me
These are days half-dawned, it's getting hefty

I wax poetic but never quite touch it
I'm doing wrong, but doing so with justice
A couple of free hands, with unknown demands
Richochet off of my dome past the grandstand
That things gone... and the bleachers are barren
The ballgame is on, the populous staring

And it's all over
Aint nobody sober
Aint nobody coming
Aint nobody golden

It's all over.