Rut On Earth

Every day is exactly the same as the song goes but that isn’t always a bad thing, especially when you’re living with anxiety, you know just how much energy you’re going to need, you can put one foot in front of the other “Rut On Earth”

The sun can only dig so far
while the other stars play big wigs
Having so many promises to renege
upon they say what they are,
job creators, they are those kings, czars
giving me this full-time gig
asking me why I never studied trig.
How bizarre

that it doesn’t hurt
I suppose Atlas is used to the abuse
Walking, running, these combat boots
Don’t run in the grass, or play in the dirt
and if you see a pretty girl in a skirt
pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes
though the point is probably moot
Nowadays it’s a concert,

left, right, repeat, but what
if there was a way not to be a slave
to the rhythm to live brave,
nut up or shut up
Only the ground has become a slut
for punishment and how depraved
is it for me to dig my own grave
one day and a time, a rut?

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Kid Rocks

What’s my age again, what’s my age again, wait that isn’t heavy metal but all people have it in them literally, or on them, and I suppose I’m only getting heavier at my age. Kid Rocks, because am I growing up, I wanted to be an astronaut, help Atlas.

Stoned, however, it’s known
as heavy metal plays on my phone
I know I must be a pain

for Atlas carrying the Earth
Perhaps a sapphire is to blame

Because all that glitters is not gold
or silver, diamonds, and I was told
It doesn’t matter what’s in a name

A stone will crush us all the same

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Stone Cold Catch

I don’t drink to excess, and I haven’t smoked… in a few years, but I have big dreams and I don’t think I can carry them, those things are reserved for heroes, ask Lois Lane. “Stone Cold Catch”, is when you have to come down, sooner rather than later.

And how high was I
Goodbye to every star-crossed wish
kissed by the sun, big as all

falls not to the Earth
Sure were easy to take,
mistaking myself for Atlas

Madness that I have dreamed myself above
beloved superheroes
weirdo, freak, villain, pervert, so just leave me alone

Stoned simple and plain

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A Season’s Disgust

Rule No.1 is Cardio, yeah I have a better chance with zombies when once upon a time I was in the Navy though I hate the water mostly and my eyes got me into trouble in many ways. A Season’s Disgust, I could walk but I’ll drive, know what I can’t do

And if I were lost…

Seeing Santa and yes you scoff,
even I know the truth but for all Apollo’s worth
and a prayer to Cupid, for my heart, hurts.
See the men who grew wings and learned to blast off
Or the son of man who has being the boss
noted the dead being unearthed
So Superman and Aladdin are not coming down to Earth

Desperate Santa says the present is too hot.
I watch Apollo, blot out the sky,
so I don’t have to ask Cupid why oh why,
guessing while other men live on top.
Understanding not why Jesus doesn’t stop
start or anything as I run, I walk and crawl he tries
telling me how much it sucks to fly

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Roar Scars

This is what happens if we don’t speak up but what can I do about politics, honestly I’m that guy that’s watching the world burn, literally. Roar Scars, it’s not like man is capable are we, and the king of the jungle, or would be is now a trophy

If it ain’t broke, maybe you’ll talk louder
or scream more of your hate.
Well no one told me about her
no not one star
I wished upon; figured I’d wait
stay just a little bit longer, because chicks dig scars…
they’re called angels, and there are plenty more
that the world anticipates
ending, so why don’t we try harder for

the pain ain’t cheap.
One pill and I can’t stop
with such sweet temptations, that I can’t sleep
Throwing up on the common ground
that isn’t made for heroes at the top
Tell me who will save us now?
Trump, AL Gore, love is an open door
only I don’t call the cops
as I’m not ready to soar

like autumn leaving on a jet plane
You don’t even have to ask why
For nuclear winter will be the one to blame
when you’re looking at a guy with a bomb
who won’t even try?
Just a mean old man without a mom
And the people sing about war
what is it good for if only to take life
from all the lions that never learned to roar

Noticed the Bedroom

Write what you know but if I finally did know I’d probably be so busy “doing IT” that I wouldn’t really want to write it down and if I did it would only be for her maybe. “Noticed the Bedroom”… well I notice her but will she ever notice me?

See Me Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzpFa32wJZI

And so why does the poet
put down paper and pen…
It’s her, only her, again
Yet I would dance and sing

Takes a song to be a singer
Was God ever so eager?
That he let his eyes linger
Only she is not my creation

I am only a man, bone and Earth… but to be a sculptor
Then again is there enough left of this heart
Wouldn’t know where to start
The things I would do to her

Would be but the dreams of a painter
Show me… love me like you do
Her dress made a mess but to tell you the truth
An artist cannot rush

For how HARD must it be to love Galatea?
Very hard, and later
while coming down to Earth
maybe even lower
Patience
Lips to a kiss but what to do with these fingers
What about this thing?
My love, my heart, you noticed

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Inspired By: Yuna… Final Fantasy X [X-2], Lenny Kravitz “Again”, Sir Elton John “Your Song”, Ellie Goulding “Love Me Like You Do” Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack, Peter Gabriel “Down to Earth”, and Sia “My Love”