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And so you thought to know me
It is not always this way
Or so quick
But I am the fire and you are the wick
And so you thought to know me
Lyza stood on quick sand
And yelled at me to hold her hand
Goddess
And martyr
Why wait for the party?
For sunsets the only pardon
And I will whisper it to anyone else
until their heart hardens
You're starlight anyway
You'll hold my hand anyway
How cynics fall in love.
Romance destroyed love Love destroyed me. Maybe not as fantastically as I will say. But maybe not so miniscule either. But my thoughts are not the toxin My actions can be. I'm sorry for that. Maybe not a lot else. You make my heart stop. And as with all birds. The beat kept it aloft. I would rather be elsewhere. Raised to the 38th power of elsewhere. But I really like staring at you too. So I guess I can do that too. It's on a slow decline. Like the universe keeps making more. Elbowing the void to allow for the stars Even though with expansion comes risk Comes entropy Comes the void back again elbowing the stars to make room for the. Exhale. Slow. Kind. Don't let's dig too deep. Don't let's start to creep. Out of ourselves. Let's just hold hands in the dark. In our third month apart I felt like... Like the 9th planet from the sun It made me feel this small . And colder than I remembered it. It's so important to remember it.
I'll replace you one-day if you let me
Being in love, Is waking up everyday. Not believing she's real She's very real She's just not real close Holding three fingers to her lips Wishing I was one of them But sending letter after letter Sending you signals Which you return to cinders "I'd rather be lonely in love." Then whatever you are? It rears its ugly head Snickers And retreats to bed I said I said I said! It was you not me! Truth is Achilles, Truth is we were always meant to mean more! I'm so sorry all you know is war. All I know Is all I know anymore Ever since my 6th birthday, My horizons got closer. "This used to make you happy." And now I'm walking and walking And walking "You've got several miles and 3 harsh beatings to go." And all the corners are lit. And all the islands fly spanish flags All the locals haven't heard of you. And all I feel is hemmed in. Someone promised me freedom and love. "Someone thought this was a better idea." Someone took your trusty 5 speed "I'll replace you one-day if you let me."
Its 3 o clock Im not high Im not happy Im not with you. If you had cornered me, And asked What the hell are you doing?! I may have answered In all likelihood I would decline. They know me as Repharim of the Burning Plane Coward of the Dark And Taker of names. God has found not one place in all of creation. They know me. I crash upon jagged rock. A woman takes my hand. Metal grabs at flesh Men grab at god All we ever wanted is one step up. And we're always on the landing I wish you werent there.
Who is the man with less sense than I I was given wings and never used them to fly.
Get up, Let's go, There's something you must see. Night air feels like a slap to the drunk face Being drunk is like being slapped She is stale cigarettes and cold truth I'm wine, and a rehearsed lie. But I would rather be fun. Marguerite Marguerite How the distance measured is, A feat How the years made you different And the song lost its beat I am all there is left One last little sip One night cap One bright slip into nothing And nothing And nothing On and on like that Marguerite. Come close to bed, But don't touch me Lord knows I'm dead. Little bugs in my eyes Little voices in my head. Alas I am all there is left With a week and some friends, I could mourne the way I would want to be Candles and black To bring me there and then back But all there is left, Is a tent on the street And that's where we must all go That's what we came to see Upon the peak of itself To climb to strive To fall back down "I am god incarnate" Says the man dressed much like a clown He spits and curses And runs dirty fingers through dirty hair. "Creation requires creativity, Creativity requires the soul." So I'm the sole owner But I still can't finish that book. I've been years now, Writing for the hope that I'll love it again Kissing lips that taste like ash But I was the only one on fire. Get up Let's go You must see this It hurts I know Believe this But someday you'll see Nothing And nothing And nothing But me.
It starts and restarts And I think suddenly What in God's name is my part? I took a fall and now I'm broken when I look at you through the mirror All I can see is a disappointed smile Something you give with no intent Something you know you won't miss Should you lose? Should anyone really win? Who drowns out the revelry? And who decides when? How in God's name did I become post-utopic Heaven Is a word But hell? That's an existence.
He feels like a fraud To himself, In his own skin. He feels like someone else, Far removed from the consequence Even though he's the only one left, After all is said and done, Trying to make sense. But we dont see that so we try to move on. People as a slide show Lives are an amusement One we choose to applaud All that matters is brilliance, And gain. Which is insane Because it is an ideal Which in turn is the product of lie. "Being smart is nice, but its better to be kind." Smacks false, Because society doesnt rhyme With that, It would rather laugh. It would rather gain And gain Until those that grabbed early and with bigger nets. Rise to the top, And those who maybe grabbed late? Made a mistake? Sorry but you're next on the plate. People as an amusement One we choose to applaud. We make policy skin grafts Moving imposed problems From one set of individuals To the next To the next Until their necks start breaking And their mouths start shaking And when we have an excuse To call them feral we put them down. To the next To the next To making a ghost town of your home town So fat business can be fatter. And so the common good can march on, Because the two share the same coin, Which Im sure was little help to your mother. People as an amusement From which we choose to move on. I cash in check after check. So life moves on, Should be as simple as that Or it would be if it were just that. But remember that society is fat. And so instead I am looped and snared From here to over there. And if I break free? Im locked away! NO KEY! people as amusement Insane riotous amusement. For no greater purpose And for no greater service.
When I get “there” How will I know it to be just that Place that I wanted. They say without struggle peace Is meaningless Meaning Less And less still than its equivelance To how I feel And or how I felt And or how I was supposed to feel. When all I really feel is that My rhyme scheme is Schemeing against me. …fair point. And whats more, Made fairly. That’s all I really want to be. Is the guy who speaks first and best. And for the betterment of himself and others I dont want my words to slip Limply from my mouth I want my eyes to be fire And my tongue to be iron Forged sharp I want to be all at once Cold talons And despair Cruelly beautiful Trully fair. The last in a long line of dangerous men. Instead I am me. No son of a son of a king No great father. No great future Just a path Just a sigh And an honest question And an open-faced lie. What is better… For to try to live is to die. But to sit happy where you are. Smacks more for not having tried.
When I get "there" How will I know it to be just that Place that I wanted. They say without struggle peace Is meaningless Meaning Less And less still than its equivelance To how I feel And or how I felt And or how I was supposed to feel. When all I really feel is that My rhyme scheme is Schemeing against me. ...fair point. And whats more, Made fairly. That's all I really want to be. Is the guy who speaks first and best. And for the betterment of himself and others I dont want my words to slip Limply from my mouth I want my eyes to be fire And my tongue to be iron Forged sharp I want to be all at once Cold talons And despair Cruelly beautiful Trully fair. The last in a long line of dangerous men. Instead I am me. No son of a son of a king No great father. No great future Just a path Just a sigh And an honest question And an open-faced lie. What is better... For to try to live is to die. But to sit happy where you are. Smacks more for not having tried.
Upon the back of cicada scream I was bourne up Deposited at the foot of ruinous majesty And left to contemplate Left to wonder at what I and maybe We had become For I am not brave I dare not say it to you For I am a coward I will write it here In the hopes you'll find it by happy mistake I think I thought I was wiser than I am I think I thought I could make it new again. "Maybe you could have." Says the morning. "And maybe it still would have come to naught." Says the day. And so upon the back of a cicada scream I was bourne Bored To a great citadel of bark and stone, And recieving nothing from the forest But hard glances I turned to go home.
The shadow falls And is swallowed Pill after pill Life after life And I live in silence And I live in peace no more. God was a man once But he became bored So what ever is the point of pretending we're more "Put together" is a state of mind "Doing well" is an ill concieved lie.
Hark for I am death upon leather bound wings, sing, sing fear and loathing. Sing, sing terror and upon death it rises. We are the countless, We are the tempest. We are the legion. The folly of mortality, Is that it’s use, Requires it’s ruin.
Hark for I am death upon leather bound wings, sing, sing fear and loathing. Sing, sing terror and upon death it rises. We are the countless, We are the tempest. We are the legion. The folly of mortality, Is that it's use, Requires it's ruin.
Dear God What we left behind Defined us. Forgiving the spaces left. Is harder than moving on, and moving on is impossible. You creature sculpted by discontent. Know that I am here. Know that I am disgusted. For all the mornings, motivation is running low and steady. A stoic calm, and she clings to my tongue. Like wisdom in sheets, The price of knowledge is a dry mouth and one mother fucker of a headache.
Stone midst stone. Man constantly thinking of home. But it's nowhere and nothing. For its always behind, and he's always alone. Cold in the cold. With burnished silver, and coral she combs. She is the goddess of spurned lovers, and rage. Black hair, and flowing robe. With a smile and a nod beckons me on. And leaves me at the door. With a smile and a now slow kiss. I don't think I noticed before, but God do I hate this. I wanted to be fire in the arms of fire; But I am so consistently cold. Dark hair and gold, Wolf queen, Tempestuous lover. You are here, not home.