Nickiestardust
Bluelighter
silver gliding shoreline,
beckoning breeze scattered light blue day
swaying beachside gleaming tide solitary shade of palm tree relief
peace, cherished reflection, simplicity overrides complexity of only for that changed moment
grounded in solitude--without icy thoughts or bitter day
No sold out ideas or playing gay
Now, stripped down solitary to self and God- nowhere to run now, no wall to build, no masquerade, facade,
No fuck the system to raise an eyebrow or two or three or four..concerning this or that myself to falter
No unbridled cock glorification or misconstrued sights and sounds
No one to wish me dead
No sucker to buy any shit I put in front of his face and wave like a worn out dollar bill
No one to soil the truth or jerk off sincerity, no one to rouse the dead or disrespect themselves
No one to tell me to wait until tomorrow
No one to kiss my neck while calling someone else beautiful
No one to tell me I'm crazy
No fake idols or washed up Christ figures
No nightmares or head pounding jealousy
No blood on my hands or guilt to pay
Pound down heat, slip away, i want to slip away
beckoning breeze scattered light blue day
swaying beachside gleaming tide solitary shade of palm tree relief
peace, cherished reflection, simplicity overrides complexity of only for that changed moment
grounded in solitude--without icy thoughts or bitter day
No sold out ideas or playing gay
Now, stripped down solitary to self and God- nowhere to run now, no wall to build, no masquerade, facade,
No fuck the system to raise an eyebrow or two or three or four..concerning this or that myself to falter
No unbridled cock glorification or misconstrued sights and sounds
No one to wish me dead
No sucker to buy any shit I put in front of his face and wave like a worn out dollar bill
No one to soil the truth or jerk off sincerity, no one to rouse the dead or disrespect themselves
No one to tell me to wait until tomorrow
No one to kiss my neck while calling someone else beautiful
No one to tell me I'm crazy
No fake idols or washed up Christ figures
No nightmares or head pounding jealousy
No blood on my hands or guilt to pay
Pound down heat, slip away, i want to slip away
