As long as we stay here,
Behind this
Curtain of tainted reality, we are a
Definitive image of
Euphoria
For when I am with you,
Gospel is found painted on your skin.
Here, at least, satisfaction isn't fake
I don't want to think it through
Just pretending works well enough.
Kids playing with matches is what we are,
Lying in this fire we started.
Maybe if you are close enough, if you are
Near enough
Or if I kiss you long enough, some
Pressure will be lifted, my
Quest to feel satiated complete.
Regret has no place in your touch
So hold me a little longer than usual;
Take me somewhere only we know.
Use my heart, but try not to break it.
Venomous lips and a heart to match
Want to give it a try?
Youth is a fickle thing, with cherry red
Xs slicing through our responsibilities. Sad to say babe, but we're
Zinnias in a garden that was always destined to burn.

Climb this mountain,
Don't tell her what her voice is

Climbing, I don't say,
When she calls out, she's joking,
She's not talking to me,
But if I imagine she is,
Watch me sprint up.

This euphoria,
I've only felt it once before,
When I was called little brother,
And these two words embraced me
So small, yet holding so much,
She might have been joking,
But what I heard was
I hear you,
And I almost cried

Now, climbing,
I don't say
I don't tell her what her voice means
I doubt she remembers
What I whispered in urgent tones that day
Because I know she isn't talking to me,
When she calls to the boy,
I know she's talking to
the real boy,
But when I heard her,
I soared up the cliff,
Exhaustion from the hours before
Suddenly gone
And I could run, like
Any boy could have,
Now I find myself dreaming
That she might mean it one day,
I find myself dreaming
That the boy she was talking to,
Really talking to,
Might mean it one day...

It felt good. It felt good thinking about you slowly digging my neck deep with your tongue.
Thinking about you gazing deep into the ocean of my eyes and smiling upon my shoulder at the same time. It felt good thinking about you gradually waving your fingertips on the caramel upon my hair, telling me I'm beautiful. Thinking of you against my lips, smashing petal to petal.
It felt good.
The only thing that didn't feel good was,
the fact,
that I was thinking.
And only that.
:)

It’s months with unspoken words
and still somehow when we meet again
our friendship never lost it’s worth
It’s something I still can’t quite comprehend

We speak for hours between diapers and demands
and laugh in the afternoon light
You’ll be the cause of euphoria when no one else can
And again everything will be alright

It’s amazing how life still goes on
Leads us down different paths
But still we make it work, we keep strong
and respect each other with careful hands.

Thoughts are jumbled up
I am not sure what to say
I should not feel like this
Because you are far away

There are miles in between us
And neither of us is to blame
It's obvious you love her
By the way you speak her name

There is not much point in waiting
Wasting time hoping for romance
The lonely distance is too great
To try and grab a chance

Why am I still here
Still thinking about you?
She is all that's on your mind
I know I am not there too

My heart skips a beat
I lose track of time
The euphoria you make me feel
When you appear online

Do I cross your brain?
Does summer bring you back?
Is your head stuck around
The list of traits I lack?

And deep down I know
That you will never really see
How beautiful, and yet so sad it is
This love that will never be

Back in the day music was good.
We enjoyed ourself no matter what part of town.
From the shotguns, to the high-rises.
The urge that instantly becomes testimonial.
Immediately we'd feel better soon as the music plays.
We'd forget everything else.
Like millions of feet echoing through our ears.
Our body reacts.
The experience of true euphoria when the music takes over.
Suddenly the load doesn't seem so heavy.

From the condos to the slums.
The mark of an era.
Going on down the road.
Nothing to do but walk.
Strut your strut.
The struggle to be free.
The stratosphere doesn't seem all so far.
The absolute rule of thumb.
Coming alive blowing out the dust,
The relationship between artist to listener.
To welcome birth.
The experience of it all.
Nothing but the road in front.
Strutting along.
Living, breathing.
To enjoy yourself no matter what part of town.
From projects to burb.
To step off the curb leave work behind. 

Dance the block.

Clocking out.
Stepping to life.

Some of the best memories ever