Shadow

I have a little shadow,
She keeps me company.
Sometimes when I do drugs,
She’ll be the one to overthink.

I have a little shadow,
She tells me what to eat.
I’ll be honest for a moment,
She tells me how to breath.

When the night comes along,
She prepares me for dark;
She’s my cover from the storm,
Storming in my heart.

I have a little shadow.
I made her or found her,
I can’t tell, but I have her.

When I was just thirteen,
In my bathroom getting clean,
From society’s disease,
My shadow protected me..

When I was just fourteen,
On a plane flying to another country,
She had me going,
Kept me flying, kept me from falling.

When the nights come along,
She prepares me for dark;
She’s my cover form the storm,
Storming in my heart.

I have a little shadow.
I made her or found her,
I can’t tell, but I have her.

Sometimes I wanna shun her,
I’d like to get her away,
To see if by myself I’d brave the day.
But she’s my little shadow,
I can ignore her all I like,
But she’s the only reason,
I make it through the night.


L.A.

And Love Him, I Do

Mama I know there’s an issue
But he has such glowing eyes;
And his skin’s just like honeydew
And I love him, I do.

Yes papa I know it’s overdue,
Yet there’s never an ending;
I just can’t say adieu,
For I love him beaucoup.

He didn’t fight in Waterloo
But he’s fought his demons,
And his will’s just so true
I love him, I really do.

Mama I know you’re worried I fall too soon,
But with him I’m happy, mama,
With him I’m not so blue;
And I love him, I do.

I love him mama, I do;
And if I have half a clue:
I think he loves me too.

l.a.

For Granted (Unedited)

It’s that you don’t know how alone I feel in this relationship;
And anyways, you wouldn’t care.


I can’t describe how I feel
The metaphors have run out
I feel incomplete in my words
They don’t describe me well.

All I know is I’m always here for you…
Whatever you wanna do…
I’m here all the time, you know
Whatever you wanna choose…

You take for granted my love
I can’t say it clearly enough
My sentiment has no words,
‘Cause it means nothing at all
I could try to be better,
But now I see it makes no difference
It won’t change a thing,
I’m becoming inexistent.

I won’t attempt to tell you what hurts
By now I can’t tell the difference
It’s all just a pain in my soul
Consuming everything.

All I know is I’m here for you, always…
Whatever you wanna do…
I’m willing to do anything
Whatever it is, whatever you choose

You take me for granted, love
I can’t say it clearly enough
There are no poetic words
So I wrote a simple song
‘Cause I could try to be better,
But it’d make no difference at all
It won’t change a thing,
This is my only existence.

I can’t describe how I feel
The metaphors are so empty now
I feel incomplete in my words,
My importance’s run out

You take for granted my love
I can’t say it clearly enough
My sentiment has no words,
‘Cause it means nothing at all
I could try to be better,
But now I see it makes no difference
It won’t change a thing,
I’m still inexistent.

L.A.

The Wolf’s Valley

The wolf howled to the moon
As has been seen in countless nights
It walks always to and fro with gloom
Scouring the night what he scoured at noon
Finding nothing each time

He, he is free of that prejudice
A story only ever told tragically
Not content but in blind bliss
So that nothing ever he will miss
From this vast and enchanting valley

A scream enclosed within itself
Only heard by those who needn’t listen
The trunks, leaves, rocks and nothing else
Having nothing to fear at the strike of twelve
On the river at the cascade whose tears glisten

Oh the irony of useless pains
Come about to torment the heart
In all those rivers the ocean can’t drain
But will forever try to tame
And in which he will will never take part

It’s the silence most churning
As the wolf retires once again
Defeat in the valley; burning
It will every morning
And the wolf will howl to it.

l.a.

Strange Things

You say strange things,
But I cannot escape them.
In the midst of the turmoil,
They are my only comfort.
Oh, I knew! I must have known.
But to keep you I was prepared for the discomfort.
You say truly awesome words,
But I do not trust them.
I know even better now:
That I will never erase them,
And they will not erase me.

l.a.

Pheonix

I’m all yours, I have no control.

You know when you’re spiralling,

You know, because you know.
 

I’m a mighty cannon, ready to blow.

You know when you’re firing,

You’re burning up, you know.

 

And you said it was your very last hope,

That I might let my light burn out, let it go…

Because I can’t just go slow,

I’ve got to implode, explode, regrow.

And if it really was your last hope,

To the wind my life I’d throw,

My flesh turns bordeaux,

My heart plummets, lower than low.

 

Your wisdom upon me you bestow;

I’m here for your entertainment,

I’m a free throw, a game show.

 

I’m something to forgo, something to outgrow;

I’m hand-picked to be dismounted, 

I’m here to be delivered, escrow.

 

And you said it was your very last hope,

That I might let my light burn out, let it go…

Because I can’t just go slow,

I’ve goto implode, explode, to regrow.

And if it were really your last hope,

To the wind my life I’d throw,

My flesh turns bordeaux,

My heart plummets, lower than low.

 

See I’m a mighty construction to undergo;

You’ve predefined me, like a status quo –

But you don’t know, you just don’t know.

 

I’m no one until you say hello,

Until you taunt me, just so;

I’m only something to poke, is what you know.

 

Because you said I was your very last hope –

But you let me light burn out, let me go…

Because my passion doesn’t move slow,

I must implode, explode, then regrow.

So if it really is your last hope,

To the wind my life I’d throw,

My flesh turns to bordeaux,

And you will never know:

 

That I’m waiting silently on death row,

I am only a white tableau  –

But ready for the change of the tidal flow

Turning into a masterpiece of Van Gogh,

I’m ready to go, I know, I just know…

 

L.A.