times-are-hard-for-the-dreamers:
Breathe in.
The room is stale
and air isn’t air
any longer
it’s a smothering blanket
trying to kill
spreading flames
Breathe out.
Stoke the sparks
spend your lungs
again and again
force life into an
unwilling entity
act in vainBreathe in. Breathe out.
undecided, unrequited
Moleskine, Moleskine
Reams for the distraught
keeper of the deepest secrets of the thinker of the thoughts
It used to be me until I found my release
So the reason you’re distraught be the reason I’m at peace
My dear moleskine keeps my mind at ease
Moleskine, Moleskine
Reams of despair
never wrote about hell until I dreamed of being there
And now it’s you that bear the burden of the curses of the once unaware
The last will and testament of the man in the mirror whom I used to give stares
Moleskine, Moleskine
Ream of last words -
Of the dreamers, the believers, and the seekers of the herbs
That heal all the pain
reseal all the veins
reveal the mystery, repeal the laws of the vain, and reanimate the fallen and the slain
reams filled with gloats
But I don’t write because it’s dope
I write because it’s hope
reams that help me cope
Thought I was gonna drown in this sea of thoughts without a boat
But to sacrifice yourself, you must’ve heard this sinner’s prayer
Moleskine, Moleskine
No longer just a ream, but my savior.
Pardon my candor
But if you take a proper gander you’ll notice that everything is propaganda
Including this notion to put your brainwaves in a motion that mirrors the ocean
The lid of your mind’s eye rises with the tides
The moon is the pupil
And at the same time, it’s the master of the tides and the same brainwaves in the mind I was trying to activate when I told you to take a proper gander at the propaganda after I asked you to pardon my candor
I’m just trying to cultivate
