Seated at a banquet
Points made to fly
Forever on a blanket
Stars fill the sky
A star will sometimes stumble
A star will sometimes fall
And down the star will tumble
Till nothing is left at all
What do they do you may ask,
“What do they eat?”, you say
They never dream of doing a task
But dance the night away
A Tragically Simplistic Observation.
To be blatantly and unromantically honest,
I have a sneaking suspicion
that the main thing
stars in his eyes
he doesnt know
that every night
i pray that they shine
stars in his eyes
they twinkle so bright
that even the moon
is jealous that she
doesnt shed that
kind of light
"there's stars in your eyes"
he tells me and when
we make eye contact
supernovas take place
and i can feel it through
out my body
- so this is love?
I'll never be a star
I'll never shine my light
And I'll tell myself
I'll say that its alright
I'll stay here in the dark
And the world will never see
All of this potential
That hides inside of me
You don't even see me
You look right past my face
Society has beat me down
Until I understand my place
But I don't need your pity
I don't need to be set free
Around me are the millions
Who don't know they're just like me
she steals dying stars and meteorites
and hides them in her pocket
if only she could let them shine
in this black and white world
you move my stars
You move me in ways my tongue is still,
and no words can be formed.
I sit in silence as I hear the stars in my veins collide against each other as they rush to my chest,
causing me to gasp your name.
You move me.
Walk of Fame
graffiti in a seedy city,
all the honest people are dead like the Hitichi,
torn treaties, billion dollar industries,
limousines and tarp covered teepees,
parked next to a sidewalk scattered with stars,
names and roles in music and theater,
pedestrians dressed as the batman and the joker,
City of Angels where the devils roam,
I guess I’m one of them,
a malcontent filled with anger,
locked down in a hanger,
day drunk and I just started,
this ain’t for the faint hearted,
ever since I was hardened by the sordid
I’ve been living it up as a Spartan
gentle flickers . within the hidden
when you’re tired... you’re more soul than human
your light filtering even more
through the stains
of the thick glass
and the lost afternoon hours,
caught breaths within unconditional love
and a moment carelessly stopped in time,
can you see it?
trace your fingertips
in the soft entanglement . of the humming matter
so casually settled within a trembling core
of a beating star
I must be wishing
on a broken star
whose grey light
dims each time I pray
whose calloused arms
hold stiff and break
whose stardust falls
on all but me
whose song of love
is nearly gone
my lucky star
my lovely wish
my little light
my lonely gift
I wish on you
each day and night
with no return
and no delight
but who needs luck
when you work hard
for that will surely
bring you far
I’ll wait for the sun to rise
It’s a triangle.
No, it’s a square. I think I can expand it into a star with four vertices. No, five.
I found a kite once. Oh, wait, that’s the same thing.
Why do I always hear about the stars? Constellations? Shapes?
It all makes no sense.
My back against the bumper, my eyes in my head, my breath in my eyes
I can only see a floating desert of black with little spots of white
And the more I try to connect the dots, the more lost I feel
The more I count, the less I see (try it)
Why do stars have to form shapes?
Why can’t they just be what they are? Light against dark? Good against bad?
Little clusters here and there, for every family in its corner of the world,
dying out one at a time, pulling apart, pulling together
For every group of persons doing something, together, good or bad
Why can’t that little dot, sitting at the corner of the sky, be every loner?
Why can’t it be me, just on my own, far away, beautiful and bright and not part of a bigger picture?
The bigger picture hurts, it always does. It makes me feel tiny.
What’s in the stars? I don’t see.
No, I’m not blind, I just told you I see white against black.
You know what, damn this night, damn Aries and Leo,
I’ve always believed clouds form more shapes than stars.
I will wait till morning
I will wait for the sun to rise
It’s more like me