A little too young for Irony

 A Jaded people, in a jaded world
That not me, that not how I roll
Hey ho ....its easy to see.
I am a little... too young..... for irony.

Being weak can make you strong
Being scared can make you bold.
Its not courage unless your afraid.
That how the stars... are made.

First you were new...but now you know
First you were dim...but now you glow.
Cause life is just that...opposite glazed.
That how are days our made.

Experience... its all first hand
That what makes it grand
Experince it all first hand...
Have a voice...take a stance

Let your ego...go
Let your ego....know
And flow...into the sky
A transcendental butterfly.

I might be wrong,
but its the way I see
I am little too young
For irony.

You are what you dont know...
Until you know..and then you show.
Thats how... learning is made
Thats how ....the debt is payed.

Vulnerability... shows whats inside.
Ha        ...and when... there is... no place to hide.
Yourself come out and then you see
Your a little too cool with irony.

Things arent always what they seem.
Yourself can come... out of a dream.
Draw it up.... sketch it first hand
Sigil made....candles dance.

Cast a spell over a fire
Seal with blood and desire
That how... bonds are made
That how... plans persuade.

And I am a liitle.. too groovy...To,
not see the pattern ..and feel the glue.
Coincidence is synchronicity...
to the man... who can see
.
It irony... to the cynics eye,
Blind they remain....and then they die.
I belive in magic...you see
I am a little too young...for your irony.

Love is the.... opposite of fear
Let it in...let in sear.
Get consumed... by the fire
And learn to... glow ...with desire.

It hurts..this I know
You weep...now let it show
Love, love itself and see
your a little too young for irony.

When two.. becomes one
When alone ...become two...which becomes... fun
Then 3...then 4...then 5.
Then your the king...of the hive.

With love there is no me and you
With love there is no what or who
With love there is no this... and that
With love.... nothing...is a matter of fact.

With love fears... stays intact
With love.... your words... can turn... to pacts.
Love is power...in disguise
Ultimate fusion...alchemized.

Love does hurt...but dont be afraid
That how good times...are made
Good pain...can make wounded see
Its a little too late.... for irony.

Take love.... for a stand
Take love...make it grand
Take love...and share the pie
An offering...not a sacrifice

Intent is the... 4th key
After Experience, Love and Vulnerability.
I E L and V....
and two clear chocies...for all to see
.
Evil or Live
...you decide
Your intent...
...is the guide.

Things depend on.... how you see.
But we are blind .....without...intentionality.
Do what thou wilt...shall be the whole of the law.
 Intend to be...the things you sought

Intent... to be a pheonix ....and and a butterfly
Catharsis...weaponized.
A tool as strong as fire
The metal medal ...most desired

Fuck Gold.. green... and silver too
L ..I... V... E
can help you...be you
this is law of the strong....and joy of the world

Every man and every women is a star
We glow, shoots.and twinkle...and guide from afar
A coin for the sailors eye, to know his place in sea,.... land and sky.
And too, his place is among the stars....He opens the cage... and destroy the bars.

Too live well you must be...a little to Love for irony
Too be strong...let them see... your intent and vulnerability
Experience... its all first hand.....That what makes it grand
Experince it all first hand...Have a voice...take a stance

Live Live Live Live Live Live and see
That your a little too young for irony
A little too cool and groovy
you believe in magic and synchronicity

and you're a little to young... for irony
a little too swell ...for irony
A little too hip.. for irony
It not Irony...Its not Irony