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Remember.With tired old eyes, faded and grey
an old woman tries to recall the world today,
and her hands shake as she starts to pray,
but why is that? -she cannot say.
And in her mind, the trains are all still runnin',
her favorite movie stars are all still stunnin',
there's still romance in rain
and a new age is comin'-
A sunset is on the horizon.
But in her mind, the man on the moons still singin',
her mamas wondering what this new age is bringin',
she dances outside in her sunday clothes,
and she loves a boy, who surely knows.
A sunset is on the horizon.
But in her mind, there's no reason to cry
the man on the mountain is still sittin' high,
and she doesn't know what it means to die
The sunset is on the horizon.
A FIGHT.Face the sorrows,
face the pain,
take your work,
to receive your gain,
We can not honestly want to take,
what we will not -do not- want to make.
When the walls are |high| and the chances are slim,
the windows barred and the lights are dim-
we will not lay down, give up and run out,
in the toughest trials and in the l o n g e s t bouts.
For what is the point of growing up, of learning,
if you give up what you have already worked hard earning?
A future is the result of your hard work,
a badge you wear of your climb
from the murk
And against the trials, the young all stand,
jaws set hard, hand in hand.
Misfortune is a cruel mistress , but don’t give into doing what’s wrong
lest’ we ruin the meaning of being one who is
This is a march onto life, not a slump into death,
if you die on the walk there, what was the worth of your breath?
You make me feel...I'll sell every word I've ever spoken,
and leave my mirrors broken,
for you to let me paint your name across my skies,
make me feel pure enough to forgive my own lies.
Taint at the feet of a verbal Adonis,
something free, not wanting to be harnessed-
and yet I beg just for one small glimmering taste,
to be done slowly, or done in haste,
just for one small significant, loving moment
Good Night, Good MorningAs we lay across beds apart,
at the threshold of “good night, and good morning”
We are swallowed by the cross of sun and night,
in our own special way of courting.
We stay up talking until we sleep,
and only sleep at the peak of dawn,
preferred simply for the silence of the house,
when the distractions are all gone.
In my dreams, I always dream,
of frivolous little things,
as I cling to bedsheets dreaming of
the dreams the sandman brings.
You'd never realize how silly-in-love I am,
until you've climbed inside my head.
To witness what I dream of you,
while curled up in my bed.
Several times, I've had a dream
that I got to hold your hand,
and you held it with that silly attitude you have,
when you make fun of my demands.
Other times, I've dreamt a dream,
that I crawled inside your sheets,
laid my head against your chest,
and slept to the way that your heart beats.
Of course, sillier things happen there,
in the dreams that I've told,
but I fear your thoughts of those bits
All the things you are.All the things you are,
are things I find dearest to me-
the dimmed light of passive spirit,
the indecisiveness of the sea.
There is clear clarity like the winter,
across the land in a frozen sheet.
Gravel tongue like the rough pavement,
that bays not to passing feet.
A graveyard statue stark against skies,
or even the starry night
but gentle like wind beneath wings
as it passes in flight.
An ever thoughtful mind,
the warmth in the dark,
the tenderness in soft sheets-
A beloved and cherished mark.
Impossible to avoid,
like the setting of the sun,
the last few echoes of a note-
Inevitably to be done.
And someday with hope like that
of leafy climbing vines,
I hope to find that all the things you are
will finally become mine.
I Lost It!You took my fears away,
And made them true,
You took my love away,
And ripped my heart out too,
You took my laughter away,
And my happiness too,
And let all my sadness,
And tears get through,
The rest of me that was left,
Also left with you,
I lost my self ,
When I lost you.
GhostRed like the colour of your blood
Green like the grass over the shallow grave I dug
White like a ghost, but it’s your face
Now next time you won’t betray
Black like the uniform we will be wearing
Rain like tears, but no one will be crying
Bright like the stars, but you will never shine
Everyone thinks you’re perfectly fine
Now next time you won’t trample me and leave me behind.
Still like a statue you lay in disgrace
People may remember for your cold heart, no one will remember your face
Dirty like the hands of a slave, we lower you down to the pit of Torture and pain
Now you’ll never lie again
Smiling like the joker we walk away
Don’t say a word or I’ll make this thought your reality.
Murder Her SlowlyMurder me
Murder with your love
Murder me with you lies
You commit murder when I look in your eyes
You tell me over and over you love me why can’t we just live our lives
Murder commits suicide
Kill or be killed
No choice but to murder
Love is murder in the making
When you tell a person you love them its murder in the 3rd degree with a guilty plea
25 years to life with no college degrees No chance you’ll ever be paroled
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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