I hold myself; with all my might
Begging dark hearts lights shine bright
Change yourself
You are in dismay
Do something more audible in more ways than pray
A million souls won't hurt you
A million souls will
Like keeps marching
This is loves bill
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Stop
There comes a time when beauty stops caring
The lights turn red
End is it
Fragility begets eternity
Where? I'm starting not to care
These swamps of sadness sink me to the depths of that bottomless pit; a curse has reminded me of a past my right hand did not touch.
Anger is my fire.
I will torch these thorns before this rose withers and dies.
The lights turn red
End is it
Fragility begets eternity
Where? I'm starting not to care
These swamps of sadness sink me to the depths of that bottomless pit; a curse has reminded me of a past my right hand did not touch.
Anger is my fire.
I will torch these thorns before this rose withers and dies.
Paint
I painted it when it was like ice.
My heart, my tears giving the art a slice.
Why my pie? Why my eye?
I've missed you as you've fallen
I be mad and sullen
Don't break, bend
Be the man I want
Because
I am
My heart, my tears giving the art a slice.
Why my pie? Why my eye?
I've missed you as you've fallen
I be mad and sullen
Don't break, bend
Be the man I want
Because
I am
Marks
I like my lips to leave black, not red or pink marks
Like the cold frost left upon the trees
I am not cruel
A darkness just creeps like the evening
I will leave you like lust upon dawn
This is me. For now.
Like the moon or the tides that ebb and flow
True love. Do I? Will I ever know?
Like the cold frost left upon the trees
I am not cruel
A darkness just creeps like the evening
I will leave you like lust upon dawn
This is me. For now.
Like the moon or the tides that ebb and flow
True love. Do I? Will I ever know?
Basix
Remembering the basics of childhood coloring...
Stay in the lines.
Commit no crimes.
Tell no lies.
These a pretty picture do make.
Do the guides make me fake?
No.
My scribble might scramble.
Create some fucking scandals
I'm grateful for the guides
It's just me...besides...
Stay in the lines.
Commit no crimes.
Tell no lies.
These a pretty picture do make.
Do the guides make me fake?
No.
My scribble might scramble.
Create some fucking scandals
I'm grateful for the guides
It's just me...besides...
Askew
With your fresh tattoos and your eyes askew
I wonder; if we knew?
The now is it, be your best
You're not like the rest
Become my bedrest
Caress our wounds, tender mercies lie
Like our tattoos across our lives
Tell your story, sing your song,
Just be sure...I will always belong.
I wonder; if we knew?
The now is it, be your best
You're not like the rest
Become my bedrest
Caress our wounds, tender mercies lie
Like our tattoos across our lives
Tell your story, sing your song,
Just be sure...I will always belong.
Without
A life without you, this, that
Be that.
I'm enamored with myself.
Learning that a penny is a thought.
Enough is enough.
These seasons make me tough.
What lies wait at the end.
To you my heart I send.
Me, myself and I.
Laugh or cry.
Is okay by me.
Until the day I die.
Be that.
I'm enamored with myself.
Learning that a penny is a thought.
Enough is enough.
These seasons make me tough.
What lies wait at the end.
To you my heart I send.
Me, myself and I.
Laugh or cry.
Is okay by me.
Until the day I die.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
In the Dim
In the dim I see the best
No outdoor/indoor distractions fetch my catch
Of my eye
The eye. That dissolving, vulnerable, give-away part of me where I can't hide
From my past, present or future
So I glide; on His wings
My friend above
He's got my back
He's in love.
No outdoor/indoor distractions fetch my catch
Of my eye
The eye. That dissolving, vulnerable, give-away part of me where I can't hide
From my past, present or future
So I glide; on His wings
My friend above
He's got my back
He's in love.
Bar
There was always so much placid; sopping time in between the notes
The stillness became sadness
Then spring came and summer and rendezvous
Time supersedes reality in the climaxes of the soul
That hand is not his or hers but moves just the same
around and around...
The contiuum is not reality based
The alarm goes off; the snooze button is pushed
Like multiple orgasms
and goodbye baby translates into-
You'll never see me again
The stillness became sadness
Then spring came and summer and rendezvous
Time supersedes reality in the climaxes of the soul
That hand is not his or hers but moves just the same
around and around...
The contiuum is not reality based
The alarm goes off; the snooze button is pushed
Like multiple orgasms
and goodbye baby translates into-
You'll never see me again
Line
It starts with a line
A line of some kind
Prayin' become mine
You're looking' just fine
What's your available time?
Can't keep up with my rhyme
Oh, that's my crime
My jailor is me
I intimidate through art
Makes my old man fart
It's a lovely gross.
I just wait for a king...from Winter to Spring
A line of some kind
Prayin' become mine
You're looking' just fine
What's your available time?
Can't keep up with my rhyme
Oh, that's my crime
My jailor is me
I intimidate through art
Makes my old man fart
It's a lovely gross.
I just wait for a king...from Winter to Spring
Rox
Was this strength a slit apart's curse?
She felt like she could conquer oceans
It scared the mates; frightened the crew
What she hated was they still wanted to screw
And throw her off the plank
Because she made them feel blank
Still getting a piece
The girl lacked her peace
She felt like she could conquer oceans
It scared the mates; frightened the crew
What she hated was they still wanted to screw
And throw her off the plank
Because she made them feel blank
Still getting a piece
The girl lacked her peace
Hello
It was in the imprint of hello and the tearing of goodbye
My eyes given the sight of you leaves me with a high
It's in the drying of the tears of my eye
It comes out in my art; out of my soul
No matter what the reality of the mess was
It became a glorious work of art without my authority
Glory be.
My eyes given the sight of you leaves me with a high
It's in the drying of the tears of my eye
It comes out in my art; out of my soul
No matter what the reality of the mess was
It became a glorious work of art without my authority
Glory be.
Beat the Sun
The cold wrings me out
Reminds me of bones
Stripped and shaking
I know a change will come
In the air, the trees, the birds and the bees
Time is the conductor in this orchestra of life
The seasons a continuous metaphor
For all of life's strife
Reminds me of bones
Stripped and shaking
I know a change will come
In the air, the trees, the birds and the bees
Time is the conductor in this orchestra of life
The seasons a continuous metaphor
For all of life's strife
Nature's Prince
Earthly delights caress my feet as I trod this path...
Sunlight enters my face
I find God. We talk.
A creek bubbles pass; dancing in between ferns
A bridge fills my gap
I have found my prince charming not in tall dark and handsome
But in the tall pine trees
Sunlight enters my face
I find God. We talk.
A creek bubbles pass; dancing in between ferns
A bridge fills my gap
I have found my prince charming not in tall dark and handsome
But in the tall pine trees
Songz
You ever think the best music is silence?
A relief from some catastrophe that shows us how to live.
What about our roots grown deep?
Listen trees; what are your roots telling you?
Come to the water
Come to the fire
Feel the wind
Come to the forest
Return to me; Return to me is my plea
A relief from some catastrophe that shows us how to live.
What about our roots grown deep?
Listen trees; what are your roots telling you?
Come to the water
Come to the fire
Feel the wind
Come to the forest
Return to me; Return to me is my plea
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Seeing
There are no two faith's alike
I clear my skull's eyes so I can see clearly
I love where my heart is - home so dearly
It's not a house; or a place
But a state of being; a dream
I seem
I clear my skull's eyes so I can see clearly
I love where my heart is - home so dearly
It's not a house; or a place
But a state of being; a dream
I seem
Anythang
Anything for love
Anything for hate
Puffin with my arm and knocking' on heaven's gate
Paint stares back at me from a plate
My life's a blur
What does occur?
What does occur?
Anything for hate
Puffin with my arm and knocking' on heaven's gate
Paint stares back at me from a plate
My life's a blur
What does occur?
What does occur?
Poison
This poison will become medicine power
This shrivel a bloom
The sun and the moon
Pathways together
I'll love you forever
Kiss or peck
Cheek or neck
Just sway to be near
Wind take me to thine ear
This shrivel a bloom
The sun and the moon
Pathways together
I'll love you forever
Kiss or peck
Cheek or neck
Just sway to be near
Wind take me to thine ear
Absinthe
We come together like artists who became their absinthe
Wishing for a part of our lives to have been absent
Disappearing into majestic caves of each other's minds
Oh the jewels amongst the coal I will find
I miss you like a drink of water
I ponder where you are; if I even matter
Roll your dice back to me...
Snake eyes...let em' be
Wishing for a part of our lives to have been absent
Disappearing into majestic caves of each other's minds
Oh the jewels amongst the coal I will find
I miss you like a drink of water
I ponder where you are; if I even matter
Roll your dice back to me...
Snake eyes...let em' be
Inches
The time showed in the inches of my hair
A stranger arrived seemingly without care
Happy and sad and rejected, a blast!
Tis' the season for a proper fast
I wish you the best; you get what you deserve
So I wait for mine as always
Me and my nerve
A stranger arrived seemingly without care
Happy and sad and rejected, a blast!
Tis' the season for a proper fast
I wish you the best; you get what you deserve
So I wait for mine as always
Me and my nerve
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