Baby, give me gasping galaxies of infernal heat to warm the vacuum where once I lay. Cut dusted fragments of the stars from my body and my mind–it think find its soul which till remembers the last whisper and caress out there where we made our nests in nebulae, powdered our faces in fractal fission and wept at the insane beauty that stretched to the unknowable ends. Give me whetstone tones of tenderness to grind on down these rough edges, I know you will. Fine tune my harmony to match the orchestra, I know you will. Love me gentle and love me brutal, I’ll do same. But, on the nights I go to bathe in the shimmer and glimmer of dead Giants birthing monstrous infinities while listening to shadows hum their lonesome shaded songs….on those nights, I am forever free.
Heighten your aspirations,
Get ‘em up where they see the sun,
Float like something lighter than desperation,
Blood soaked to the tarnished beat of your life,
But succeeding despite.
Just get the fuck up and move.
Even the schoolwork,
Even the homework,
You’ve had the harder lessons,
The ones that left the scars,
Now put some time into the paper ones,
The ones that will lift you to the stars.
Frivolous waste of time you once said,
Now absorb and baptize in the act of learning,
Walk onto a campus,
Where you can be something and never look back.