Superb zeros.

Doves slump away from the symbols of loves they once were... Sudan is said to sell stolen suntans and shipwrecked serenity. I thought I had plenty, till your presence sent me, looking at myself under a microphone, opening the gate letting pens roam open pages, nervously necking with this shadow of hip hop, was told vanilla shot our chance in the neck... so they told me not to, so I held out for so long, I forgot how to dream of people ovating over all the hating... I just kept on waiting, for a green light, or proof it could be done right, instead of breaking into a sweat, I went on and let em keep me damp with staged fright. Thank you for unlocking my eye to the painters realm. I owe you more than either of us can perceive. See you told me, to believe in me, save some of that good advice for a tired,old soul, such as mr used to the abuse. Trust yourself, muscles in a must, or there won't be enough hope left helped up to dreaming again about flying without weed, sex, and trampolines.

Drifted in and out
four day oceans
full of little dream critters
skittering across rapid
eye movement. Dreams
of breaking free
from enslavement,
where I am stronger than
the pavement.
Some, that's the way
it went.
Bent on vengeance
and vendetta tactics,
a hand full of hat tricks.
Hiding behind masks
that ask everyone
who they think they are.
I make wishes.
Be I the breaker-of
-promises I shoulda never muttered
Over achieving isn't as impressive as over sleeping till tomorrow's evening. In the nether
I am something better.
I want drugs to work.

But I wake up craving to be a hero again
Like I once pretended I was.
Maybe we already are the dreams we have most often.
Because its too hard to wear a mask to the grocery store and read All those little labels of danger and delight from inside our vengeance faces.
We are all dialogues of two conflicted selves.
Two arguers wanting control of one body.
sometimes we let the handicapped part pretend it has control
like we're teaching a child
To believe in itself
That's why we withhold. our hero inside
only bring at night
   Do we don the cape
Because deep inside this mess of ego and narcissism

We love ourselves too good for me Much
To ever show off in front of the slower half we carry to the end
Otherwise
We'd  never be the hero we believe we are
Running rooftops in our dream escapes.