Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Drew Drop's Birthday Hymn

Mannn, you tight as emo jeans
Munching on those kidney beans
Walkin’ in a land of silky dreams
You’re in all my favorite memes
Baking up these fuckin’ Krispy Kremes

But real, do drew even climb?
Pouring out these sandbags of time
I ain’t a fuckin’ mime
Get up that rope and make it dope
Before I donkey punch the pope
You’re getting older but don’t mope
Cause you’re smile is the only thing that helps me cope
They ask if Drew is even a mortal man
And you say ‘Nope’
‘I’m just immortally dope’

Majestically riding all these flying goats up in here
Get this dude a beer!

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Loon Lake

From within my mountain cloister
I can see
The night grow heavier and heavier
Weighing its darkness down
'Til the thick phalanx of spruce crowns
Pierces into the viscous black ink
No stars will wink tonight
Cassiopeia is blind
With the absence of light,
The suggestion of annihilation
A void hanging, so close.

Such are the nocturne thoughts
That rattle through my brittle brain
When my eyes as heavy as the night

Yet while the forest remains verdant
Strewn with overgrown boulders
Its waterfalls playing subtle music
A celebration of energetic form
With stoic owls holding vigil

I can rest easy
And pull this coverlet of moss
Up to my chin
To draw within the
Parallel void of my dreams
Where Heaven and Earth
Are inseparable.