Poetry ╒ neither lyrics nor novels ╕

[Sir Les Paul]

As a kid, I looked up to them
And never once thought to share

How cool, I thought, that they were my kin
How skilled, and smart, and funny, and strong
Were they, my dear cousins

Oh, I wish I could play just like him
I wish I could sing that song
Oh, I wish I had that many friends
I wish I felt like I belonged

Now, the years have come to pass
I have nephews and cousins galore
Now, it is I who sit with cousins amassed
That to a song will cheer and laugh, a wild, obnoxious uproar

I wish I told them, back then in my youth
I wish I shared my embarrassing truth
Of how I envied who they were
And how they sculpted my idea of worth

Once the songs end and the noise dies down
I realize they are part of who I am now

I wish I could thank them

 

[Sir Les Paul]

A hero? I think not.

I want to meet people, and mingle, and scheme, and plot.

A hero is a man meant never to be met
Else you risk imminent disappointment

Don't you dare expect anything out of me
If I impress, let make a surprising memory

When and if I help out, don't think anything of it
Don't give me a label or something to covet

Don't give me a task, a journey, or adventure
Don't slight me thinking I'll be an avenger

And, I may may not be average or strictly ordinary
But, that doesn't mean I want a story or adversary

I'm not cut from that cloth
My stars aren't woven by fa—

—A tough choice, you say?

Sure, I'll make it.​

 

[Sir Les Paul]

We are, in the end, but simple summaries
A detestable commentary on society
That we can lose something so important
Unique and extraordinary
That some beta feature
Would call it just "a boy"

 

[Sir Les Paul]

An ode to an industry at large...

...fuck Gacha games.​

Beauty incarnate.