Congregation of the Shade

Shooting stars don’t fall like lightning eye strikes
Eyelash suture, I’ve become wolfish with no remorse
You strike me shade tree
-hyp

"Moonflower"
The first time I gave her flowers she said “Please,
If your gonna buy me something you could at least make it yours.”
So I brought her sunflowers
I told her I grew them by my bedside and tended to them like I would her
Bathed them in the mornings golden waves
And made sure they were safe when the darkness came
I became a crutch for them to lean on when their heads became too heavy
and when they needed affection I was peerless and proud
I kept up with their roots, made sure they were never alone
But I couldn’t keep them shut in so when I wasn’t looking I let them wander
I never questioned their lust for something different
Its different when you’ve worked for what has been constructed
Breaking stalks to broken stems to cracks in this foundation
I built more than a life around those clay walls and hid an ideal in the soil where they stood

Back to the future and I feel like driving
No I feel like drawing
Me
Driving
Smoke whirling around my head and soo cold
Like temperature
“Um... pilot to co-pilot
We have a problem here, we’ve lost the Twan to Ice-man and he is cool”
“No them ain’t airplanes Sir
Them eyelashes, upside down
They look like they are trying to weave themselves together
But I just so happen to be uncannily good at untying stitches”
Because if I don’t get to put me back together, no-one does.

Standing only open in front of pollen passing by I’m shouting obscenities
Cursing like growing pains again, I’ll tell you a story
We’ll call caterpillar beautiful and butterfly conceded
Put cups on coasters and return the wing dust to the moths, there are no fairies here.

American Idol
Americas Idle
-Twannybeanz