~ Blake ~
Dread face the mania
Back pocket gravy lumps
Trying to trek from the dinner plate resort to playing dumb
Somebody save me some
Look, I know I'll need more calories in a few hours, crumbs
If you catch me hangry I'll have a Hulk face sour, but with a well placed power and a melt paced shower
I could scale great towers, and be pale in place with stalest mate for hours
Me and the Murphs be cyber hackin 'em
Holed up with Praw in the hibernaculum
So really need to get a sideline high five spectacular when I arrive high live to dismantle hive mind vernacular
We are the Paris cafes
Your thoughts on the thoughts traveling on these electric and kinetic byways
The back pack in the hatch backs placed
From now on, we're the harbingers of those ransack days
Is this that band that played on when they ran that train long over the bound damsel splayed on the tracks singing her favorite song?
Then I'm the wolf that chewed the ropes back
Me and my maiden go back to roaming in packs
Swollen and sad
Stolen impact
Alone in a trap till I'm old or I'm dad to some cubbie wubbies
Heart over grew it's owner's attack

~ Eric ~
Soon after sobering facts, we come to roads that retract, fold and detach from overactive soul expanses and open paths
The snow will show the tracks that we implant in the hope of grasping ahold of home provoking total collapse
When the stones have been cast, cracked and crumbled, another chance to grow has passed, a flashback in a tunnel-vision
Running with it, something's missing
Got a landmass to cuddle but it's tough to build a proper bastille out of grass and rubble
Classic scuffles with the subtleties of being
On the hunt for just another piece of meaning
The luxury and comfort compete with the humble jungle receding
Scenery suckled repeatedly till it's pummeled and bleeding
Such struggle with seeding and keeping up with the appetence rapidly ramping up
Fashioning structures for happiness
Asylum-like ambience
Hiding from the disastrous
Reluctant, the life of a troubled pacifist
Numbed and frantic, battered by the elements
Huddled in a vacuous romanticized elegance
A savage eye vision lives to satisfy relevance
The struggle won't lift until the handler finds self to give
Another dip in the celsius is telling us that shelter is necessity to help us live
Bellowing from within to the tips of the limbs twisted
When the wind whispers frigid friction, bitter resistance
In an intimate instant of critical instincts
Swim or sink into ill-equipped imminence with a stiff drink

~ Blake ~
So raise your glass and toast with me
From bathtub gin to bergamot and honey
We'll be here until we see the next morning's sunbeams
We might all laugh, but the struggles we've seen are a private funny
Did you choose to ignore your friends impending death?
Did we live like kings or just cower under the standing threats?
The birds among us rise to meet the jetstream
Let it coast you South while we settle into a different nesting
We leave the mid-winter hunters searching for a vestige
In the bleakness, I avoid the trappings by resting
I'm not lazy, I am just a mammal
We're not crazy, we're all just animals
Social beings with a voyeuristic sense of scandal
Go to your limits just to see what you can handle
Ample in the art of dismantle
Spits of the candle reminds me I am running low on the seal fat
Carrion, carrion, we're all carrying carrion
It's made of meat
Mastering the art of chewing grizzle, not just eating that
Attrition
We have lived in a solar system, trying to borrow a place to finally live in
We realized it's our home we'd beaten back
Smile like a desk clerk
Run a couple miles before my head works
Not sure I wear a sign that implies this doorstep is where you lodge your grievance at
Seeds in sack, but lost as to their modus operandi
Do I save it for the famine, plant it on a winter's night, hoping for the summer, or eat it all?
Since we only have this life
They all have their opinions, but only we will know what's done right
Sun sign hangs high as my fate draws near
Scrawling on the cave what Blake saw clear
Just a finger pointing at the moon, waiting on the pier
A sloppy reduction of the reflection the lake's night so clear

~ Eric ~
Eyes grow fearful in spite of the light show cheers of the peers that I hold dear
Smearing these ice cold tears, frozen
Better find low hide zones-
High hopes near broken-mirrors shown in reflections of steps in a steered motion
A low dose of devotion to cloud the senses
Bound to the ground defenseless and drowning in scoured endlessness
Found with appendages maimed in imminent domains
Living in slow-veining restraints driven by old flames
No way to escape without heartache
Even the stars breakdown
Light is displaced
Riding the waves of time and space
Finding a fate through chaotic organization
Safety in fortification
Praising disorderly sacred glorifications instead of savoring these mortal arrangements
Bored and misplaced with a taste of distain for this maddening maniacal play to win relationship
So I stay in a state of unstableness
Waiting for a savior to awaken me from aimless bliss
Making slits in paper wrists
Disowning so sincerely the hold-me-close feelings that buried me in this clearing
Maybe nearing the end of a spiritual bend away from holy ghost theories and ethereal trends
All these miracles tend to be taken lighter than air
I may be hiding from answers but am highly aware