Alpine

These long ass feet got me this far, but if I had wings, I would fly far away and never touch the ground again. I would see everything from afar, letting the winds take me where they will and I would cease being the man from the ground and start being the man in the clouds. I would find the sun and holler Hi, you don't want none of this!

2nd act

I can do it myself, I don't want or need your help, you come down with your grumbling about a plan for this or that, and it's hell! You think you should do that! I twist and turn in my chair when you get me in your sights, even though you're the boss, take a coffee and chill-out! Sit down, read a paper, let your force do the shifting and heavy lift making. We all know what to do that makes it shine just right on you. Just stand back and relax.

Strong heart trot

I walk past the Greyhound to the music on my phone, down a secluded street where the homeless can be found and listen heavily for my heart to attack, then I'll fall in the street with my earphones on, with the music bumping when the ambulance comes. The paramedics will want to dance before the gurney's down, cause my body be twitching to the music off my phone. To the county they will rush me because it's closest by, but if I die, tears will flow, fore I'm known to be one of the nicest guys.

Specter's dance

Snore so hard, wake myself up! Imagine noises in my bunk! They give  a fright, makes me wonder, I got ghost or am I hungry ! its so hard, back to bed scary dreams all in my head. Dark so loud, it's hard to breath. Ears wide open, hear a sound, calculate where, it can be found, explanation verified.
Back to sleep, lots of dreams, when I wake, won't remember them.
Next night, it happens all over again.

On my way to paradise.

From corner mart to rooftop parking lot, the space between but a few steps
The wind is the air that pushes me back and hinders me from proceeding with ease. I was flying with my feet still on the ground. I was walking like other birds about.
One bird that seemed confused, gazed at me, as if it didn't know my face, but did not try to move away.
It tried speaking, but I don't speak tweet.
I wondered if it were sick.
I didn't see how things would turn out, I stayed true to my daily route, taking the stairwell to heaven or to the roof top. There I could see the city sky, and wondered if this is paradise.

Light

Finished work and it's Sunday morning, feeling kinda hungry, gonna get a sloppy beef, hot peppers on the side. A sprinkle from the sky as I dash to the ride.
Petrillos still open as I pull into the lot. Someone appears to the car in the front, prepared to take orders and smiling alot. She remembers to smile as she talks that rings true and I wanted to pocess the light that came through. There was nothing really special about her outward looks, all dressed in oversized rain gear, it kinda made her cute, like a daughter dressing in her father's clothing. There was something really sweet about her making change.
A human being as she could change the world and I don't think she even knows.
Be good to yourself!

Travel log

You might catch me on the interstate, rolling 290 West, towards Maywood, but I get off before that. Take the side streets, figure that's best. I might even stop at the Lucky Dog for a polish deluxe. Nothing special, just comfort food, helps me relax. If I get "take out" I'm gonna have to stop. The mall parking lot will be the right spot.
I can watch the crowd move about. People watching is my crime, I see the dance of all mankind, especially the ones in and out the liquor store. A drink makes you feel good, makes life feel like it should.
I don't like hanging in one place everyday. Took em long enough to fix the road on St. Charles, I'll be alternating between there and the mall.
Until the sound of the cock that signals my departure. To arrive at the job to work 8 hours.
I do my dance.

Forbidden

I'm a Master at what I do, and I resent it, although I really shouldn't, when my boss tells me something about my work station.
I know what I have to do and look out for! I'm not a minor agent who just wants to get by!
I consider this feeling a negative and I'm trying to rid myself of it.
Usually the boss gives good information. I don't know why I fight against it.

Don't tell me the sun is bright when I can see it for myself!

Quake

The sound of a bass to me is so primitive, so basic, so earthy, like molten lava oozing from a tectonic plate. The deep resonance liquefying the wax in my ears making my earphones swim in a sticky mess.
Oh, how it connects with something deep within! Something unseen, something that understands from such a sound the origins of life itself.
The sound of the bass is a crude test for you to remember your beginnings. The beats are the language of you.

Magic

I either read or saw something about magic being, the way you use words. I never thought of it like that before! But now, having thought about it, magic is all about the words!
Rap is about the words! Is rap a kind of Magic that lures mostly young people to follow it and do things from hearing it!?
Is a speech a kind of Magic that can get people to follow it's ideas.
Is literature magic!?
If magic is words, then anything written or spoken can have the power to control, and enslave you, if you're unaware.
No need to fear these words.