It's Not Brain Surgery

 It's not Rocket Science

besides we don't have those kind of degrees.

It's not Brain Surgery 

operating on each other simultaneously, requires some communication.

It's not Rocket Surgery

We just keep burning down the forest for the trees

It’s a No- brainer

because nobody's thinking with their hearts-

 your getting ready to swim

and I'm getting complicated below 

the belt.

You don't love me.

It's simpler than that,

you wanna take off-

with no landing.

you wanna take off

that weight on your shoulders.

you wanna take off that dress...

In Bad Shape

For V.

Oh I don't know....

I've seen worse.

It could be worse-

Ah who we kiddin'

You're in bad shape.

This is a "this too shall pass "

kinda deal right?

The way I see it,

Your a little  banged out shape, but-

we can fix you up 

back to tip top

we can fix you up 

in no time.

In no time.....

No time....

Ah fuck who we kiddin'

you're in pretty bad shape,

and it ain't pretty-

but on the Brightside 

you should see the other guy...

[

I wish you could

see-

I am the other guy-

barely alive. bleeding out

wounded,

broken.

You should see the other guy-

I wish you could see-

see me.

see.]

To Me

I no longer 

want to leave the party early-

It took a lot of work to remain.

stay.

fight.

I no longer

want to sneak out the back without saying bye, 

cuz

I didn't 

wanna get 

talked out of it.

I no longer 

want the easy way out.

I am no longer an

easy way out kind of guy. 

My sister says I am dead to her.

She poisons the ear 

of the other.

As my mother fights to remain.

As my father fights to stay.

As I fight off the thought...

There is no one left

to call sister.

So I sit here and  

tell myself 

I no longer.

Remind myself

I no longer.

Breathe in prayer

please 

No longer...

[And 

the party goes on.

Sisters or no sisters,

the days will get shorter

time is shorter-

reasons to stay, [shrink]-

But I will remain 

and dance by myself 

till the last song.]

The Stuff That Dreams are Made Of

 ‘nihilo sanctum estne?’- Rushmore

Good ol' Gilgamesh-

We were worried 

Hasn't hung out for Happy Hour, 

Hung over Hungry Horny

Howling-

Giving a "Good Grief"

Having a Half a Mind too-

Giving em Hell!

You

 and

 Enkidu-

yelling 

"Lets  fuck with the gods"!

(Till he got himself killed)

You were dreaming of becoming immortal,

till she came along-

Saying "You are made of stars"

But stars are not immortal.

"This is the stuff that dreams are made 

of" she said

as two black holes pull one another 

in the center of the 

galaxy

Unable to destroy one another- 

Eternally in dance.