New Death

New Death

by Tyler Ross

I want to live as long as possible

and prosper with everyone

striving for the better within and out.

But I’ve got doubt.

There’s something aching

and distracting

holding me in an existential place.

I find it funny in these times

me visiting so many graves

and watching the world burn,

when it truly needs to be saved

from the hells its created.

I’m fading.

My heart health seems to be failing.

Please don’t let me go set sailing

without properly and lovingly 

saying bye.

I want to help everyone in need 

fly high.

But I’m sorry if I couldn’t last.

Death sure does come fast. 

Gavi

Gavi

by: Tyler Ross

I’m still fucking bummed

you’re gone.

I know life has moved on,

but as I listen to Lindsey’s song

I'm reminded of our memories.

Has it been that long?

I remember late nights after work

and the many conversations had.

Life in depth, our dreams and goals.

Girls and work and the jokes that had us 
laughing out of control.

The 49ers and UCLA football,

two things I’m glad we shared,

but today along with your music,

I still get sad.

I still care.

You made Los Angeles more sane.

You really helped ease my brain.

Countless nights and all those days

watching your other band grow too

and the successes you made.

Damn, I am so proud of you.

To this day, even when things tend to fade

I wouldn’t trade the times we’ve paved.

Set in stone.

You’ll always be a star

No matter near or far.

From the bar to the walks to the car,

and the late night chats

to documenting your music. 

Wherever you are.

I miss you, my friend

until the end for me.

Thank you for all these memories.

Out To Rust

Out To Rust

By: Tyler Ross

We’re all in touch, but out of touch.

We want the bare minimum, 
with a maximum of stuff.

Want more with less 
and want less when we feel stressed.

Overwhelmed.

A constant mindfuck test.

We do it to ourselves.

Putting those that don’t matter on pedestal shelves.

While tending to leave what’s real in the dust.

A digital wealth

Selling our souls, our mental health.

We lack a deeper trust.

We tend to internet lust.

Demanding attention when silence makes a fuss.

to us, leaving our intellects out to rust.

Sweet P

Sweet P

by: Tyler Ross

Fun sized and nutty,

Take in the aesthetically pretty

Peanut.

See, but 

there is more.

Smartly protected from the shell

down to the core.

A weasel of the legumes.

More fun than the funniest shrooms.

Perfumed natural,

coolest snack of the party,

factual.

Open up from the top,

go in.

like a Pumpkin.

And somethin’ magical will light.

Take hold, 

savor it,

the sight.

Now look into your hands,

the dust of delight.

Fragments of gold

soaring up to great heights. 

Hey, tastebuds.

Have another marvelous flight!

Where Are You Doctor Manhattan When We Need You?

Where Are You Doctor Manhattan When We Need You?
by: Tyler Ross

I wish Doctor Manhattan were real.

There’s a rage I feel 

toward everyone with 

powerful privileged lips sealed, 

while another person of color killed.

By the hands sworn to protect.

Instead you put a knee to his neck?

Last time I checked,

no life is yours to take.

Your bed you’re deciding to make?

Before you think to do.

I’d choose 

Life

or you’re screwed.

Be better or you’ll lose.

His hand is the fire.

Your next negative action is the fuse.

Time for a changin’

so spread the news

or he’s coming for each 

and every one of you.

 I will fight 

for them all.

Since those 

in power hardly make the right call.

So its got me daydreaming,

because at least 

in this world,

no more 

have to fall.

And lose out on life.

In reality I’m screaming!

Let’s stand the fuck up 

and keep black lives 

breathing.