Tidbits from Big Red

Watching, but not waiting [Pontifex Maximus]

I could be your greatest bridge builder.
Your Pontifex Maximus.

Over everything the light caresses and everything the darkness covers.

My bridge can carry you to the other side

Over the deepest crevasses and poisonous waters
Over the densest of jungles and ravenous beasts

My bridge would carry you to the other side

Where I will be sitting, but not waiting.
Watching you play with your matches.

Careful,
Careful
Now.

"Well what is on the other side that is so great anyway?"
You shout to me from across the ravine.

"Nothing" I reply smiling crookedly to myself

 Because I know you wont believe me,
 Even through its completely true.

So I sit, watching, but not waiting.

-MC

A human like bird

The bars of my cell are thick 

And most likely made of steel.

But I'm singing

There are no windows and no light.

But I'm singing

There is no door, and keys don't exist.

But I'm singing 

Like a dove

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, 

you make me happy when sky's are grey..."

Surely I've gone insane...

Because love is for crazy people

But then again maybe, I'm a bird?

"So I hung my head and I cried, you

 are my sunshine my only sunshine..."

-MC

That stranger who smelled like a thousand nights and a million mornings

When you smell a lovers scent in the street, don't close your eyes.

Not even for a second

It's not them, they are not there.

As you do your best to gasp for fresh air, in the monsoon of memories now flooding your senses

Just remember, 

That smell is not him, his, or yours

Anymore.

[But man did that stranger smell good]

-MC

Father Time 

Waltzing on crumbling ground, I gaze into your eyes and see the most amazing worlds
You whisper me a kiss goodbye as I begin to crumble too.
A million pieces.

By the time I un-crumble myself and when I want to makes angles
You wont be waiting, because you don't deserve to be.

I weep in the arms of Father Time, but he says nothing and
I receive no consolidation

He smiles like the devil and takes a long drag on his pipe.
Silently, petting my hair

Feeling mocked and naive, I retreat into my blankety darkness
Where I can peacefully
Wallow in my humility

Plus five, minus five
We always said

-MC