Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

'Icarus, Part 2' Lyrics

Back ON The Stick (10/29/08)

When I get too close, I burn myself
It reminds me not to fly too high
When I feel that itch, I touch my scars
Remembering the 'who's', 'when's' and 'why's'
I beat the dust off my wings; I flap myself silly
Unwrap myself, really; till you're high enough to feel me
Over the mountains and the plains, the seas and the surf
Now, you can fly on your own or you can crash back to Earth
I learned from the mistakes and the lessons of my Father
He flew high, close to the Sun, but not to the author
Me? I feel the heat and retreat.
I ain't scared of nothing, but I know when I'm beat
I'll always heed the teachings of dear ol' Dad
Never trying out my wings when I'm drunk or I'm mad
I catch updrafts; a nod, a laugh
A smile; a trained response on my behalf
I'm tryin'; flying between divine and dying
Over the jagged rocks and the canyon dividing
I'm flyin'; It gets me that much further away
Or closer. I'm finding where to land and stay
I'm flyin'; with no real destination
Just a thrill in knowing you would kill for this sensation
I'm tryin'; navigating currents, curve, and turns
Over the graveyards, acknowledging what I have learned.


(Verse 2)

It was the freedom wings provided that made me haft try it
It was the yearning that made me do that fly shit
I didn't need 'em; but I am pleased with the reminders
And the burning isn't coming as long as I glide it
That ain't me, I'm going higher, further, faster
Serving up a passion, flirting with disaster
Contact my girl, my aunt, uncle and pastor
Is this what I would've wanted; ask her.
In the case that I may disappear into the ether
Make sure you tell everyone I said to stay a believer
I'll see ya when I see ya...
I'm eight miles high, tracking the birds, and I'll leave ya
A nice tailwind and a sonic boom
A perfect launching pad in this empty room
A strange time for takeoff, but it's flight or doom
When I depart, it won't be a moment too soon
Higher and higher, hoping to wake the slumbering Moon
The Dawn aspires to fire me into the lap of Neptune
Faster; wings keeping beat, heart in time and tune
You could never understand cuz you've never seen the view
Watch me; soon enough, I'm a ghost on the horizon
Into the great unknown where nothing's surprising
And nothing's shocking; believe it, I'm not dropping
I'm flying; over your home and back without stopping.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Never Never Never...

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I originally posted this on my Myspace blog some time ago. I dunno if it's poetry or prose or anything like that, as I have heard some amazing spoken-word Artists recently (What up, Rebelle! That 'VOCAB' thang is HOT!) A friend reminded me of this thang I wrote.

That's what friends are for...

Here we go.



"I will never never never stop being what I am.

I will never never never stop working towards my goals.

I will never never never let anyone make me feel small again.

I will never never never let anyone else make me believe that I don't have the right to capitalize the word, 'Me' or any other number of words that had me reaching for the 'shift' key while I was going insane, trying to remember what was Good about Me.

I will never never never let God see Me let this wonderful gift He gave Me languish.

I will never never never play myself for anybody's money, fame, or judgement.

I will never never never let myself forget that God Loves Me soooo much, there is no way for Me to stretch my arms wide enough to illustrate it.

I will never never never forget any of the above statements."

Good lookin', Clev...I didn't forget. I'm always working it out. I have to let some things outta me. I never lose sight of this and I do appreciate you sending it back to me, so I could share it with others.

I'll never never never lose sight of the fact that there are so many Good People around me.