A little man atop a dead horse sings a song for valor come fight with me he sings join me in my quest I'll adorn you with collars of freedom drown you all in riches
stop the greedy, feed the poor! come to me you feckless serfs I'll heal the hurts that haunt you one hand pumps his dick the other cups his lips over the hill there be dragons! with me lies your salvation! alas! for my hands are tied in the deeds of destiny is there some kindly soul whose charity could feed me?
It's been a while, quiet one since you've let your shadow creep into the corners of my eyes I smiled an Inch above the line A time or two too many I tilled the soil myself and now your seeds take root again in these lovingly laid furrows
I'd tell you if I could, i would I'd show you, quiet one that my home is full of sunshine there's no room left for you I'm afraid but still I must insist the soil here has changed much too light for how your tastes run
You my moonlit night my lovely breeze of summer days born of sighs cradled within a lovers breath as they wait poised upon a kiss I wait for you as mountains wait for summers touch hold me close you summer breeze that bears the fruits of life I wait for the hitch of hurt held close to your heart that once let go becomes the wind To brush against my lashes and smooth my furrowed brow once more from where you sigh the fullness of this world away
Iím traveling the world Living with love And showing her as much as I can That my smile has deeper roots now I smile at least once a day And Iíve learned to let shit slide The way it likes to I donít believe in bliss Or happily ever afters But karmas swung my way at least a couple times
Itís always there though Lingering Like blood on shirt collars Never pure white again
Sheís always there wether I know I need her or not A hand to pull me back A word for me to lean on A...
I've been chasing feelings lost but for the briefest meetings long parted love for life abandoned wonder, weeping at the sight of willow blossoms in the wind
I've been chasing that one touch that showed me that I am small in the ways of the world I'm small but loved in the touch of the sun the breeze cool on my tears the salty sea on my wounds the tickling grass under my weary back
Iíve lost count of the ways the puzzle loves its smallest piece but in this new place where the air has barely cupped my...
Iíve been too long away From worship Adulation From putting things on pedestals From flagellation And all itís comforts
I have been a empty beehive Full of the memory of sweetness and ferocity Where are the giants fleeing the barbs Where has the honey gone? You wonít find any answers in coffins or shells Home is empty Promise died And so did repercussion
All thatís left is cracked honeycomb A chalk outline And staring eyes My words Like hives in trees No Like men...
I sit and look at the words I have written And think There should be a message there should be words of wisdom so profound your mind reels from the weight of knowledge you just found It should give you the feels like a jagged edge song I look at my words and something is wrong I see no message here All is a hundred forms of fear There is no knowledge, no truth apart from validation my mind seeks Apart from doubts there is nothing that these lips speak I look to God, to the wisdom of the written word, to inspiration from the ever...
I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I was lost watching lazaraus fly in to the sun with his arms outstretched as if he he were a child looking towards his mother for laughter, love and the light that shines in her eyes as she beholds him
I'm sorry, could you say that again? Did you say I should get out of bed because it's 3pm and I should rip apart the curtains that hide me from the blazing light of a judgemental world, could you please pour some water on the blaze burning within your gaze, this life is mine to waste Please go away