i wrote this last night but decided not to post it because i didn't feel like sharing much but i do now. i was feeling restless and i wanted to just go out and go somewhere bad but i couldn't because it was like 4 in the morning and there was nowhere i could really go... but hey, maybe nowhere ain't bad. for now.

ps: i named it "boogie born" before i wrote it because i thought i was gonna write some philosophical booty music.


�boogie born�

tonight
as the sky fastens the stars
all we have left is each other
turn a little red in the stir of our songs
and makeshift mischief`
as we drift our hips into the chaotic collision
of the sound of poetry

we got to go
we got to go
so desperately through the city lights
past all the cool electric swirls we
mistake ourselves for
we got to go and go and go
i�m sorry for the rush
but i can�t stand
how our interrupted lips are petrified shut
how our words commit suicide down our mouths
how our feet trample and fall over themselves
when we cannot stand

silence was our assassin
but we won�t have it for any longer

we have to make our own stories
let our songs fire
from the barrel of our guts
pierce through our hearts
thrust our neck up
our mouths wide open
and fill the immense sky
with our winged words

our songs will become our homes
our homes now lost
will become ours again

we got to go
we got to go

the murmurs of memory overflow on our skin
in the ardent colors
bright
with our stories within
we bleed with our words
from the wounds in our lungs
onto the black and white walls
we've lived days dazed for so long
this is how we bleed
this is how we're punished for the stains
we drip and drop onto a land
that scares and scars us

we go to get away
and tease another life out of our ordinary days
if we trace a road map of our history
from the sugar fields to the Laundromats
the mail order brides and the internment camps
are we defying our parents
who never told us their stories in spite
of our thirsty word

why?

we got to go find it
you and i

we reckless flow breathless let loose on the street
like the burst from fresh fruit cut open to eat
we roam in red radiance and roll as two halves
til the restless night rests
by the sun at long last

where is our home?
our home
is right here

we got to go
we got to go

and go
and go
and go

we got to go
make our home
our own