Quantum Benevolence is a Casualty

Walking down Leonard street the houses were in an unaware Christmas tomb state, left there for archeological gold, the volcano that had yet to erupt. Your ash will be my ash. Revere your delusions my dear acknowledged board member there is only room for one decision. Victor and I had come to a disagreement over the quality in the latest album by The Valentinos, I for once thought that although not nearly as inviting as their previous work, it had the charm of a band whiskeying it for the fleeing glory. It wasn't a revelation but it would had been too forced had they attempted to match the wall of bravery they had endure in the recording process of previous years. My point was and is, we get old in body and get weary at being our own worst critics. Victor was too passionate about his distaste of the piece, he described it as 'going from Halle Berry to the girl from Precious' I laughed then but now writing it down it just seems too mean, poor girl from Precious. What if one day these words happen to reach her ears, how would that make her feel, I'm sure she has heard mean jokes at her expense before but this insult was brilliant. I regret writing it down but I wont deleted. It is there. If it is or not the intention, invoking the possibility makes it a reality and quantum benevolence is a casualty. I wish skateboarders will land tricks more often at least when I'm around, there’s a lot of attempts and seldom clean landings, a friend of a friend said something like this once while I was thinking that I've never called a blind man blind, unless his moniker requires me to do so. All the thoughts a volcano could bury. This is going in the records. If its already burning we shall lick the lava. “I don't need any Mexican mild pungent condiment in my whiskey at least not til Horus' birthday”, I remember singing while on the sidewalk but maybe it wasn't Leonard street. It no longer feels like summer.

On Come Condolences

“Perhaps Before”
Is it fair to ask you when will you be done
with the one you are seeing cause here I am in line
No I can't write you Neruda type poems
But I could recite him, yeah him and Dave Grohl
Cause when its over perhaps before
You better be a' waiting for me to take you on
I could be patient but don't know for how long
You and I are both in motion
and eventuality will take us where we belong

“When The State Has Won Them All”
You said I had to move away, I could no longer call this my place
No matter which way I would turn “I could not defeat eminent domain”
Because my roots are here your fancy suits I can not fear
So when you bring in the law you better bring it well reinforced
How could I fight in court when the state has won them all
So bring it on for the progress That you've claimed
this injustice must look me in the face
We will have to resort to an old fashion fight between right and wrong
I know the time is here and your shiny guns I can not fear
Farewell humble skyline of old its a lost cause after all
The end we were all born to know I'll find it here in the place I call home

“Probably Or Possibly”
Probably or possibly yeah whatever the odds
it would had been better to heal than to pick on the scar
But I refuse to lose the memory of you
Only the saddest song the saddest song feels like home
Whats there to do never got over you
There's been life, change, suns but to no use
Probably or possibly you will never know
Its gone beyond love now it feels like a helpless ghost
I've remained the same though I've tried to change
I'm getting to think that's all I am
I'm getting to think it should be enough
Probably or possibly if I could get it right
I'll do my part whatever it takes to have you back

“Chances Are”
You tend to exaggerate about the state I'm in but I haven't yet unravel
You could look the other way what looks bad it's bad it is a losing battle
Goodbye if I have known you goodbye
Some of us get old and some of us don't try
You have said enough what is done is done and you should not bother
Chances are the night could turn
Into regret I know
If I don't see you again
I hope you'll miss me my friends.

“A Plenty Of Many”
I walked cause I am somewhere
Or got pushed this way
No is not shame which I am fearing
Just my honesty out of place
Who where and how
Was I a good friend
Was I a pond or a river
Of unnecessary rants
The night belonged to strangers
Now I belong in bed
My head between two pillows
is what I remember

“You're Complicated Like Tetris After Level 14”
Do we shiver because of the cold
Or we shiver cause we know where the night we go
You've been persuasive now give me war
Give us plenty in this mistake to own
I'm not stressing like I used to
When you walk away from me
You're complicated like Tetris after level 14
You're complicated and yet so easy

“Well Aware”
Its a sad sad day when insecurities make their way
and they land on the hour when she left in make up and smiles
Shes well aware of this jealousy I have to bear
to trust is the way, we agreed on so she could stay
Will she comfort me, will she comfort only me
its not guaranteed I hope she comforts me
I don't know what to do its always something unwelcome new
that might make her see we're not meant to be

“December Seventeen”
So he came and died unnoticed he must have had
a once vigorous strive a once poisoned heart
Scavengers can not mourn a feast which is adored
a once vibrant heart now a juiceful one
Change was what it was his crimes only as a man
and once he truly was before legend had its chance
Dealers in the courtyard blind by the sight
of the first to kill the others
fighting for a land that will never have a lord

“The Day I Lost You In The Crowd”
On the first Willie-burg stop
I was either there or nowhere
With a cliche half held cigarette one among poets
fake tourist poets broken glad spread
over the current into the current one and the co-rent
Sirens were heard to say “can't intimidate whats not sober”
I was there on my fifth straight day with my promise to soon recover
when one discover that what was good is done
on to another on to another on to another
Fashion was art and art was ripe, ripe for the fucking
everyone is demand and it has began, on moves in the market
with bonds in perverted pocket, novelty ash trays
sold at the corners sold at the border sold at my corner
That was the day I lost you in the crowd
The day I lost you in the crowd
I might had seen you grab a cab
The day I lost you in the crowd
The day I lost you in the crowd

“First Riots In Your Dreams”
It starts on the streets
First riots in your dreams
Its planted in your head
For you to get out of bed
It comes with a price
Which you'll recognize
As an honorable act
“Its all on our hands”
It goes as far
as the changing of the guards
The shaping of a mass
In the same map
It ends with the new
Local foreign grip
Who leads you to believe
They were with you on the streets.