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For My Lover And For My FatherFor my heart that cannot bare to
hold such emotions that I have
within me now,
For my heart lingers to such
crulity other then the gates of hell
What I beleive is what I belive in my heart
that wants to say it.
The only two people I can trust with such
doubt and loved the most and look up to.
For both I cherish with mind and soul
even though it's tough to talk to him,
And smile for him, Deep down I want to make
him smile more.
My Lover my dearest lover Your eyes
of burning passion in your eyes you know what you
want but seek so fast and far, I envy you
cause you much better then me
I don't know why you would love somone dumb
and obvious as I am but I'm happy that I'm with you.
At times maybe I just want to be smart cause then I can
talk and have a good talk with people instead of be thinking
and pretty much more open but then I'm too opened.
for my own good and sometimes
I think too much or
think too much of the worse outcome then the good out come.
But For you. You seemed
Yes Im Tired Got a Problem with that
fee fi fo fum
just let me rest all day long.
I'm tired for crying sakes,
I'm just sleepy for such.
With the hour of the day
can't I rest.
Jesus I mean half the buildings
and lands aren't that important.
So what's the fuss about!?
Cars are noisy,
Gas is smelly and
IF we can all get some shut eye
for once maybe people won't complain
for someone like me who's tall.
Just take a Route and call it a day.
To Loose EdgeLoosing myself in this world,
Loosing myself of what I stand for.
What matters not What matters not
I don't care in what I say or what I
do, Or what you say or do.
If you Don't understand just fuck youself.
I'm sorry I'm hard of understanding
but to loose the edge of my ball point pen.
I'm gonna fly sky high where the birds fly's.
Tired of finding myself cause I'm only just a time
bomb waiting to explode in minor seconds.
to defuse and reuse.
So outta my way! If You dare come
NightSongThe chimes blow in the night
sorrow of the dusk.
As the crystal shines with furthest
of purance as I stand down to my guard.
What whispers that
I can hear the peoples sorrows
as the crystal cries into the night.
The woods and the animals scream
as the war still lingers into the night.
As the Enemy forces reach to my plain
I fear no choice as I obtian
the power to defend what was left of our
The Gods are no more with us
The times now to run or to fight
what we have now.
The new age has dawn and time to save my people
to end but to save my heart can only cringe
and betsow me as this nightsong would be our
Fire StarterWith such a star
that burns within me.
With such power can bears
That I cannot
bear to withstain the power
Foretal all I have lead
to seek into the more
That the stars that collide
with the mighty force
that I cannot endure.
But I can used my power to bare
the force that could bare
the force within me that looses
Imma Fire Starter if I fall I shall
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
they don't make maps for a place like thisI'm stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
but the air doesn't smell
of salt or dandelions.
Only this heavy
cloying breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I'm
not far from home. And
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
Though I've wandered days
through this strange
traipsing across smooth plains
and sharp plateaus, I've
never crossed the
same path twice...
One thought rings true in
this foreign land:
dear, don't be alarmed
I only lose my bearings so thoroughly,
only become so
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
his vesuvius temper
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
spread far and wide
such is my
i am peeled
past my quivering
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
to inferno with goodw
My memories of my dearest youYou chased me all the way through the harbour port and caught me by my auburn pigtails. You told me they burned like the sun kissing the horizon goodbye as we sat on the deck catching our breath. My eyes tracked down the silhouette of your chest where your sheer garment rippled to translucency. I liked how your spine slouched into comfort and how the your silhouette shone in ethereal hue. And when my chapped lips rubbed into yours, somehow it bloomed to our own perfect splatters of colours.
I hope you still remember how our fingers entwined beneath the old palm trees. How the wind caressed my hair and you ruffled it as we kissed.
And how our cackling laughter blended to perfect cacophony at the old porch swing. I'll always notice your smile that lights my world like the crescent moon shines the earth.
I still remember our playful memories when we mischiefs ran around the thrift shop and you provoked me with our silly pictures in silly clothes.
Or our charming memories where you promise
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
Please don't cause I need you,
Please don't cause it's the only time we have together.
What journys that we've been over and over with words
that cannot compare the difference with the channel
We reach out together with whispers and gossip
When I feel the same way with you it's like
a dream come true for us.
As the edge of space has bursting stars
that shine like fireworks.
I wouldn't be the same without you.
As sincere joy.
With the love we give for each other
lets stay a while.
Please dont go
cause I need you the most.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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