We share a culture same vernacular Love of physical humor and time spent alone You with your penchant for spontaneous advents For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone
You are a gift renaissance with a wink With tendencies for conversations that raise bars You are a sage who is fueled by compassion Comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars
You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle You make the knees of my bees weak
You are a spirit that knows of no limit That knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends You are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers Not seduced by illusion or fair-weather friends
You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle You make the knees of my bees weak
You are a vision who lives by the signals of Stomach and intuition as your guide You are a sliver of god on a platter Who walks what he talks and who cops when he's lied
You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle You make the knees of my bees weak You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle You make the knees of my bees weak You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle You make the knees of my bees weak
I wear their faces all on top of my face I am the perfect target screen For your blindly fueled rage I bare the brunt of your long buried pain I don't mind helping you out But I want you to remember my name
It's not all me It's not all my fault I may remind you, but I won't take it all on
Past riddled rage I see the buttons I engage With my dignity in place? I'm all too happy to assuage
It's not all me It's not all my fault I may remind you, but I won't take it all on
Lest I find my voice Find the strength to stand up to you Lest I stay to my limit And only take on what is mine to
We are a team I'm here to help mend and reseam All I trigger unknowingly A job I hold in high esteem
It's not all me It's not all my fault I may remind you, but I won't take it all on
It's not all me It's not all my fault I may remind you, but I won't take it all on I'll only take some of it
Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached D-days and structure responsibility
Have-to's and need-to's and get-to's by three Eleventh hours and upset employees
I want to be naked, running through the streets I want to invite this so called chaos, that you'd think I dare not be I want to be weightless, flying through the air I want to drop all these limitations and return to what I was born to be
Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others
I want to be naked, running through the streets I want to invite this so called chaos, that you'd think I dare not be I want to be weightless, flying through the air I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
All won't be lost if I'm governed by my own innate-ness Stop lights won't work I'll get home sound and safe regardless Won't be mayhem if I'm ruled by my own rule-lessness My fire won't quell and I'll be harm-free and distress-less (trust me)
Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living Inside box obeying, inside line coloring
I want to be naked, running through the streets I want to invite this so called chaos, that you'd think I dare not be I want to be weightless, flying through the air I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet I want to be naked, running through the streets I want to invite this so called chaos, that you'd think I dare not be I want to be weightless, flying through the air I want to drop all these limitations and return to what I was born to be
Fourteen years Thirty minutes Fifteen seconds I've Held this grudge
Eleven songs Four full journals Thoughts of punishment I've expended
Not in contact Not a letter Such communication Telepathic You've been vilified Used as fodder You deserve a piece Of every record
But who's it hurting now? Who's the one that's stuck? Who's it torturing now With an antique knot in her stomach?
I want to be big and let go Of this grudge that's grown old All this time I've not known How to rest this bygone I wanna be soft and resolved Clean of slate and released I wanna forgive for the both of us
Like an abandoned house Dusty covered Furniture Still intact If I visit it now Will I simply re-live it Somehow gratuitous
But who's still aching now? Who's tired of her own voice? Who is it weighing down With no gift from time of said healing
I want to be big and let go Of this grudge that's grown old All this time I've not known How to rest this bygone I wanna be soft and resolved Clean of slate and released I wanna forgive for the both of us
Maybe as I cut the cord Veils will lift from my eyes Maybe as I lay this to rest Dead weight off my shoulders will rise
Here I sit Much determined Ever ill-equipped To draw this curtain How this has entertained Validated And has served me well Ever the victim
But who's done whining now? Who's ready to put down This load I've carried longer than I had cared to remember
I want to be big and let go Of this grudge that's grown old For the life of me I've not known How to rest this bygone I wanna be soft and resolved Clean of slate and released I wanna forgive for the both of us.
I won't see my dear friends as much Male friends especially, I'll no longer be in touch I'll change my hobbies to match yours I'll stop reading my favorite books I won't spend all this selfish time alone I'll cater to you and hang on your every word
I'll be subservient and spineless I'll lick your boots as empty shells I'll be opinion less and silent I'll be the prettiest appendage to ever lose herself
I'll re-define self-sacrifice Live my life as apologetic compromise I'll know you'd leave if I rock the boat
I'll be subservient and spineless I'll lick your boots as empty shells I'll be opinion less and silent I'll be the prettiest appendage to ever lose herself
I feel this, truly proclaimed will help the curbing of this tendency I know this sharing of shame will ensure that I won't forget myself so easily
I'll be low maintenance and agreeable I will not talk about my dreams so much I'll listen to you for hours, won't need anything
I'll be subservient and spineless I'll lick your boots as empty shells I'll be opinion less and silent I'll be the prettiest appendage to ever lose herself
I'll be subservient and spineless I'll lick your boots as empty shells I'll be opinion less and silent I'll be the prettiest appendage to ever lose herself
I feel this, truly proclaimed will help the curbing of this tendency I know this sharing of shame will ensure that I won't forget myself so easily
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Title: Gallops Of Champions
Medium: Oil Painting on Canvas
Size: 152 cm x 152 cm
Year: 2025
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