Summer
Fire burns pure white hot,
vanquishes all as the force of nature descends upon and awakens the dead,
pulling pulverized bodies from marshes,
peeling flesh off metal and pavement,
vaporizing their doomed hells,
made pristine,
in my deaths, if they were honest good deaths,
then I left with your face in my mind,
if they were cowardly then I left behind a lie,
the turmoil was not to face betrayals,
but to have perished not with an honest view,
the hereafter never called as I was it's maker,
and as I faced it again and again,
treacherous endings swallowed me not through my pain but in the wake of my abandoning all I stood for,
to the deep core,
the times I said goodbye pleading that I couldn't let go,
it was not the murder, the darkness and hate I was chained to,
but deep within the fifth plane of dimension,
hiding behind all the caked on shuns of our eons,
there I witnessed the outpouring of all our times of exhilaration,
the combining into something beyond rhyme or reason,
it's what I've been running from,
our endless summers,
the anticipation of the only thing true,
anticipation to waking up to the playground of you.
Don't Want to Imagine It
It would be like riding that long winding highway to the overlook, to see all there was to see, without you.
Would be like having witnessed the ocean that night as even God whispered while we wept, but without you there to pull sand out of my hair, never having been there.
Like winning any battle we'd ever cared to have fought but you, my teammate, lost back on the field and standing here celebrating alone.
Why make this the way it's got to be?
Maybe if that night the lights had gone out in the world it all would have mattered more,
maybe the thing you have been looking to find isn't behind or what you have known.
If I could once again be the one to light the door,
I'd promise this time it would be for good,
all the broken yesterdays would mend,
I'd make up for it with all there was to discover,
all the hurt we carried would end,
on this shoreline of all the dreams we have made,
here before us the map to realms we only dared to conceive,
I'll make it there,
but would be all the sweeter,
if you traveled with me,
with us,
the journey's brilliance fades without you,
you're needed too.
It would be like riding that long winding highway to the overlook, to see all there was to see, without you.
Would be like having witnessed the ocean that night as even God whispered while we wept, but without you there to pull sand out of my hair, never having been there.
Like winning any battle we'd ever cared to have fought but you, my teammate, lost back on the field and standing here celebrating alone.
Why make this the way it's got to be?
Maybe if that night the lights had gone out in the world it all would have mattered more,
maybe the thing you have been looking to find isn't behind or what you have known.
If I could once again be the one to light the door,
I'd promise this time it would be for good,
all the broken yesterdays would mend,
I'd make up for it with all there was to discover,
all the hurt we carried would end,
on this shoreline of all the dreams we have made,
here before us the map to realms we only dared to conceive,
I'll make it there,
but would be all the sweeter,
if you traveled with me,
with us,
the journey's brilliance fades without you,
you're needed too.
The Spirit
I can expand beyond even boundaries,
I can extend not only a hand but a thought to you,
for you and on behalf of you.
Some try to say I'm powerless and say only solid things have might,
However when you can only walk or run,
I can take flight.
Forged from creation may be many beautiful things,
forged from energy even blades of steel,
But what of the creator of worlds? Or the thinker of thoughts?
What of the calm after the storm?
Some try to say I am only created and that I will never be a source,
However when you try to darken someone's day,
I can bring the light of dawn with force.
Limitless and bursting, invigorated and thirsting,
I grab life by the horns and make it hum.
Some try to say I am but a pawn,
But I know better for I am a spirit
and I play to the beat of my own drum.
The Crow
Menace is under my skin,
I try to crawl free as I see what takes place infront of me,
anquish, bottomless faithless horror,
demon men lurking behind every door.
I AM rage and now let me uncage,
precious lips mine to kiss no more,
vanquish all as I lay down before thee,
you are my grounding and I your sprawling tree.
My sacrifice was what you sacrificed it all for,
those who harmed you, they know not what's in store,
I will drip with night and slay them along the way,
rising up away from the fray.
I can taste their blood and I let it dry to remind,
myself,
loving you,
forever and more,
they will never know all in store,
I will meet you my love on distant shores,
till then wait for me and know I am not mere lore.
I can expand beyond even boundaries,
I can extend not only a hand but a thought to you,
for you and on behalf of you.
Some try to say I'm powerless and say only solid things have might,
However when you can only walk or run,
I can take flight.
Forged from creation may be many beautiful things,
forged from energy even blades of steel,
But what of the creator of worlds? Or the thinker of thoughts?
What of the calm after the storm?
Some try to say I am only created and that I will never be a source,
However when you try to darken someone's day,
I can bring the light of dawn with force.
Limitless and bursting, invigorated and thirsting,
I grab life by the horns and make it hum.
Some try to say I am but a pawn,
But I know better for I am a spirit
and I play to the beat of my own drum.
The Crow
Menace is under my skin,
I try to crawl free as I see what takes place infront of me,
anquish, bottomless faithless horror,
demon men lurking behind every door.
I AM rage and now let me uncage,
precious lips mine to kiss no more,
vanquish all as I lay down before thee,
you are my grounding and I your sprawling tree.
My sacrifice was what you sacrificed it all for,
those who harmed you, they know not what's in store,
I will drip with night and slay them along the way,
rising up away from the fray.
I can taste their blood and I let it dry to remind,
myself,
loving you,
forever and more,
they will never know all in store,
I will meet you my love on distant shores,
till then wait for me and know I am not mere lore.
Lost in NEVERWHERE
Turmoil brews,
our drenched skies cry to meet makers,
in this place there are no saviors,
only takers.
Encapsulated segments of cut up times,
no reason,
no rhyme,
frostbitten memories,
I'm paling as I grow cold,
so young in form yet oh so old.
Banshee does wail so and she slowly follows me,
strokes my hair and licks red sensual lips,
whispering tales of forests thick,
the chants,
trickling innocence out of the wounds,
I've played so good and been so bad,
she knows so well I've been had.
I want to be a good man,
ritual wrenches my guts,
guess just another one of my occult ruts,
I didn't ask to grow here but now I'm rooted,
like the oak that never goes,
times bend forward,
but there I sit looking at dark spots from behind me,
there in my blackest personal throes,
seems not even my Satan may atone.
I'm enchanted by all the joy I don't have to take for granted,
animal rites,
twisted fates,
abstaining from the freely given honey,
just plunder the lost souls of those who have now become nobody.
I'm the funeral procession in human form,
witness the ghosts that haunt me,
a long trail of never agains,
raw force of nature,
if only I could shut the flow of this artery puncture,
where my compassions seep out towards the ground,
the deepest nights where I cry for the happiness I never gave,
sobs the only dispelled sound,
for the sadness in meeting me,
that others have repeatedly found.
Turmoil brews,
our drenched skies cry to meet makers,
in this place there are no saviors,
only takers.
Encapsulated segments of cut up times,
no reason,
no rhyme,
frostbitten memories,
I'm paling as I grow cold,
so young in form yet oh so old.
Banshee does wail so and she slowly follows me,
strokes my hair and licks red sensual lips,
whispering tales of forests thick,
the chants,
trickling innocence out of the wounds,
I've played so good and been so bad,
she knows so well I've been had.
I want to be a good man,
ritual wrenches my guts,
guess just another one of my occult ruts,
I didn't ask to grow here but now I'm rooted,
like the oak that never goes,
times bend forward,
but there I sit looking at dark spots from behind me,
there in my blackest personal throes,
seems not even my Satan may atone.
I'm enchanted by all the joy I don't have to take for granted,
animal rites,
twisted fates,
abstaining from the freely given honey,
just plunder the lost souls of those who have now become nobody.
I'm the funeral procession in human form,
witness the ghosts that haunt me,
a long trail of never agains,
raw force of nature,
if only I could shut the flow of this artery puncture,
where my compassions seep out towards the ground,
the deepest nights where I cry for the happiness I never gave,
sobs the only dispelled sound,
for the sadness in meeting me,
that others have repeatedly found.
Following your Lead
The running started to hurt,
the stinging left the stinger inert,
the magic outsmarted the magician,
and their world went silent,
to begin to shun.
Trying to grasp what was once so easy and flowed like streams,
now the sewing of the words was tedious and rigid at the seams,
feeling as though repeating,
what meant something became nothing is what it means,
became dead energy zipped up into body bags,
and the future sagged,
but it arrived again to the fore,
here before them to unseal the dreams,
here before them to awaken the once dying screams,
pushing on,
ever on,
forward on,
being never gone.
What the inhalation meant to one,
like life energy expelled from an endless vein of ore,
taken in by the weakened,
reminded of what we are all fighting for.
Thank you Razor,
for cutting a path,
you may never stumble on this verse to know of whom this is spoken,
but it is hoped,
as you weave through a web of lies,
you may yet come upon a seamless,
bottomless,
march of words,
that leaves you speechless.
The running started to hurt,
the stinging left the stinger inert,
the magic outsmarted the magician,
and their world went silent,
to begin to shun.
Trying to grasp what was once so easy and flowed like streams,
now the sewing of the words was tedious and rigid at the seams,
feeling as though repeating,
what meant something became nothing is what it means,
became dead energy zipped up into body bags,
and the future sagged,
but it arrived again to the fore,
here before them to unseal the dreams,
here before them to awaken the once dying screams,
pushing on,
ever on,
forward on,
being never gone.
What the inhalation meant to one,
like life energy expelled from an endless vein of ore,
taken in by the weakened,
reminded of what we are all fighting for.
Thank you Razor,
for cutting a path,
you may never stumble on this verse to know of whom this is spoken,
but it is hoped,
as you weave through a web of lies,
you may yet come upon a seamless,
bottomless,
march of words,
that leaves you speechless.
Art Gods
Wipe away the despair,
your father figure never intended to leave you there,
a fast tunnel to his youth was carved in your wake,
he remembers all that still needs be done for your sake,
he'll keep letting you know in little ways,
though his body is but a vapour,
your thoughts and rhythms he does today still savour.
To the older a touch of youth,
no matter how torn,
may have come as sweet relief to someone on high yet worn,
perhaps though he was all to you,
you were also his saviour,
letting him express all that needed to still be sung,
bringing with you the wild abandon of youth,
where the music is loud and the nights always long.
Wipe away the despair,
your father figure never intended to leave you there,
a fast tunnel to his youth was carved in your wake,
he remembers all that still needs be done for your sake,
he'll keep letting you know in little ways,
though his body is but a vapour,
your thoughts and rhythms he does today still savour.
To the older a touch of youth,
no matter how torn,
may have come as sweet relief to someone on high yet worn,
perhaps though he was all to you,
you were also his saviour,
letting him express all that needed to still be sung,
bringing with you the wild abandon of youth,
where the music is loud and the nights always long.
Blackstar
Blackstar we know you,
we hear you and likely always will,
as you carry forward playing the tune,
the ever-mending melody of the soothingness of you.
Take a widened look Blackstar,
for from here it only gets better,
and you'll meet us all again,
in a different form,
but of this I can be sure,
it will be a form of your choosing.
Blackstar we know you,
we hear you and likely always will,
as you carry forward playing the tune,
the ever-mending melody of the soothingness of you.
Take a widened look Blackstar,
for from here it only gets better,
and you'll meet us all again,
in a different form,
but of this I can be sure,
it will be a form of your choosing.
Mindless
I'll bear your burdens
soak up darkness to evaporate any hell fire
when you're down to the wire
I'll calm the storms
light the candle that warms
I'll fix all that's bruised and broken
without even a blink
show you while force fed to guzzle
how not to drink
Endless ability to envelop soot
turning it to white waters dripped away into nothingness
but when I wanna play
ya better get outta my way
enter blindness
as aware as I can be
I can also become mindless
Moving fast or slow
having not a worry to carry
on my journeys of careless devotion
to the notion
that I am noise or static between spaces
I am the granite
or as I please
I am the ocean
Ever mindful but I can let it go
knowing nothing I know
what I see will never show
as I run into fun
don't crash into me
with droopy moth-ridden dreams
don't tinkle on this parade
of no mind
no audience is what you'll find
to the back of the line
I'll bear your burdens
soak up darkness to evaporate any hell fire
when you're down to the wire
I'll calm the storms
light the candle that warms
I'll fix all that's bruised and broken
without even a blink
show you while force fed to guzzle
how not to drink
Endless ability to envelop soot
turning it to white waters dripped away into nothingness
but when I wanna play
ya better get outta my way
enter blindness
as aware as I can be
I can also become mindless
Moving fast or slow
having not a worry to carry
on my journeys of careless devotion
to the notion
that I am noise or static between spaces
I am the granite
or as I please
I am the ocean
Ever mindful but I can let it go
knowing nothing I know
what I see will never show
as I run into fun
don't crash into me
with droopy moth-ridden dreams
don't tinkle on this parade
of no mind
no audience is what you'll find
to the back of the line
Something Outlives
What will finally outlast?
The future or the crummy past?
Atomic swelter leaves life decimated,
nothing left pulsing to be animated,
sometime later a sprout pushes up between a brittle rock crevice,
sifts through particles, breathes like a sieve.
Plantation slave watching his peers fare less than well,
when unfettered will move ahead never looking back,
teaching others to stay weary to outwit further attack.
Imprisoned man eats nails for breakfast,
head honcho cell block 169,
waning visits from his son leaves him speculating his lot,
ponders how to be brighter for earned respect,
to give his boy any advice he's lived for and got.
Woman survives through Hitler's reign,
did bear witness to humanity's sick stone blindness,
but does she live for vengeance?
She's down at City Hall today preaching kindness.
India hitting the 50 mill mark,
it's not a war taking those lives,
it's female infanticide,
over to the West with our own troubles on home turf looming very real,
we still push and fight for her land's girls,
never letting up,
sensing our neighbour is somehow even worse off,
majority helps on though we ourselves crippled,
one voice doubled, then tripled.
A child abandoned yearns to trust again,
that void left unfulfilled,
later has a babe of his own,
swears to do better,
vows won't do that to them,
won't leave them alone.
The Dark Ages occurred,
a mere chess match compared with how far the rabbit hole has ventured waywards,
yet the Renaissance arrives,
the axe laid aside,
men can now choose a bride,
don't need as many guard dogs outside.
Will our sordid past trap us from here until forever?
Something does trespass the laws of matter,
something rebuilds all that is shattered,
something outlives,
no matter the burden it never quite gives.
What will finally outlast?
The future or the crummy past?
Atomic swelter leaves life decimated,
nothing left pulsing to be animated,
sometime later a sprout pushes up between a brittle rock crevice,
sifts through particles, breathes like a sieve.
Plantation slave watching his peers fare less than well,
when unfettered will move ahead never looking back,
teaching others to stay weary to outwit further attack.
Imprisoned man eats nails for breakfast,
head honcho cell block 169,
waning visits from his son leaves him speculating his lot,
ponders how to be brighter for earned respect,
to give his boy any advice he's lived for and got.
Woman survives through Hitler's reign,
did bear witness to humanity's sick stone blindness,
but does she live for vengeance?
She's down at City Hall today preaching kindness.
India hitting the 50 mill mark,
it's not a war taking those lives,
it's female infanticide,
over to the West with our own troubles on home turf looming very real,
we still push and fight for her land's girls,
never letting up,
sensing our neighbour is somehow even worse off,
majority helps on though we ourselves crippled,
one voice doubled, then tripled.
A child abandoned yearns to trust again,
that void left unfulfilled,
later has a babe of his own,
swears to do better,
vows won't do that to them,
won't leave them alone.
The Dark Ages occurred,
a mere chess match compared with how far the rabbit hole has ventured waywards,
yet the Renaissance arrives,
the axe laid aside,
men can now choose a bride,
don't need as many guard dogs outside.
Will our sordid past trap us from here until forever?
Something does trespass the laws of matter,
something rebuilds all that is shattered,
something outlives,
no matter the burden it never quite gives.
Distant Voices
You mocked me,
socked it to me and left me there pleading,
and I the foolish one who'd ended up believing,
nothing quite so unrelieving.
Shrill laughter cackles down corridors of learned shame,
all I absorbed here in the manner of my haunting,
was my defense of self seeming always left wanting.
A moment alone with each, caught apart from the rest,
I tried to ask some for reason, begged mercy for their treason,
I tried to do my best.
They fouled the air I breathed and made my sanity scarce,
they pointed up the worst as though I was some monster,
later wishing I had guessed their farce,
equanimity ticked slowly behind me,
had become too sparse.
Burning embers emblazoned with venom spits of bile,
oh we have not seen each other in quite a while,
since you last met me I have grown some teeth,
you can find my name now in the coroner's file.
I lashed out as only someone cowed would,
I used a knife and I used it good,
took all that rage I had for them
and cut my sweet life to the stem.
As the crowd regret and wait their conscience,
I fear I can hear my mother's cries,
oh she does ask why?
In mother's veins anguish does run it's dark course,
the answer you seek speaks of my joy bound up in love,
having slipped through your grasp,
got squashed through certain force.
You mocked me,
socked it to me and left me there pleading,
and I the foolish one who'd ended up believing,
nothing quite so unrelieving.
Shrill laughter cackles down corridors of learned shame,
all I absorbed here in the manner of my haunting,
was my defense of self seeming always left wanting.
A moment alone with each, caught apart from the rest,
I tried to ask some for reason, begged mercy for their treason,
I tried to do my best.
They fouled the air I breathed and made my sanity scarce,
they pointed up the worst as though I was some monster,
later wishing I had guessed their farce,
equanimity ticked slowly behind me,
had become too sparse.
Burning embers emblazoned with venom spits of bile,
oh we have not seen each other in quite a while,
since you last met me I have grown some teeth,
you can find my name now in the coroner's file.
I lashed out as only someone cowed would,
I used a knife and I used it good,
took all that rage I had for them
and cut my sweet life to the stem.
As the crowd regret and wait their conscience,
I fear I can hear my mother's cries,
oh she does ask why?
In mother's veins anguish does run it's dark course,
the answer you seek speaks of my joy bound up in love,
having slipped through your grasp,
got squashed through certain force.
The View
If colour could speak, your gaze changed the way,
the way I view today.
Warmth becomes me as I linger in your wake,
sitting here in a moment of yesterday,
it showed me a way.
An inspiration,
your eyes almost respiration,
leading me to a point of realization,
many tomorrows will beckon.
Begin my trail here,
travel light,
deny those that would deny,
my friend,
we'll meet in the sky.
If colour could speak, your gaze changed the way,
the way I view today.
Warmth becomes me as I linger in your wake,
sitting here in a moment of yesterday,
it showed me a way.
An inspiration,
your eyes almost respiration,
leading me to a point of realization,
many tomorrows will beckon.
Begin my trail here,
travel light,
deny those that would deny,
my friend,
we'll meet in the sky.
Suspend
So restful beside you asleep all those years ago,during that long spent night,
I too aware to get a wink,
youth within our veins,
now becoming what?
Who stole our reigns?
If I could suspend,
cloak all that was,
shelter and enwrap in our world for a few millennia more,
it surely wouldn't be long enough,
see you now a bit withered and older,
enmeshed in adulthood and those types of things,
we've lost the essence of who we were,
now it's just a distant blur.
I remain in protest,
I can't be anything but that sentry,
the warrioress,
I guard our potential youth night and day,
for the time when you let self show again,
it'll be safe for you,
when you choose to.
I never wanted the house,
the babies and the pretty picket fence,
but in my defense,
could you have taken my view,
maybe gathered also my essence?
We live side by side to this day,
only an invisible wall holds it all at bay,
if you entered back into our space,
all agreements you now hold,
you'd hold in disgrace,
if I crossed over that barrier,
sad to say it'd only get scarier.
If I'd followed you I'd be nothing like that which writes here today,
I'd have you but I'd have sold myself,
put my dreams on some forlorn shelf,
I'd be spent like old coins,
I'd still be longing for what we were then,
but unhappy at best,
at least I can pine from this view overlooking it all,
knowing we were determined to fly,
destined to fall.
So restful beside you asleep all those years ago,during that long spent night,
I too aware to get a wink,
youth within our veins,
now becoming what?
Who stole our reigns?
If I could suspend,
cloak all that was,
shelter and enwrap in our world for a few millennia more,
it surely wouldn't be long enough,
see you now a bit withered and older,
enmeshed in adulthood and those types of things,
we've lost the essence of who we were,
now it's just a distant blur.
I remain in protest,
I can't be anything but that sentry,
the warrioress,
I guard our potential youth night and day,
for the time when you let self show again,
it'll be safe for you,
when you choose to.
I never wanted the house,
the babies and the pretty picket fence,
but in my defense,
could you have taken my view,
maybe gathered also my essence?
We live side by side to this day,
only an invisible wall holds it all at bay,
if you entered back into our space,
all agreements you now hold,
you'd hold in disgrace,
if I crossed over that barrier,
sad to say it'd only get scarier.
If I'd followed you I'd be nothing like that which writes here today,
I'd have you but I'd have sold myself,
put my dreams on some forlorn shelf,
I'd be spent like old coins,
I'd still be longing for what we were then,
but unhappy at best,
at least I can pine from this view overlooking it all,
knowing we were determined to fly,
destined to fall.
Too Real
Keep'in it real in a world too real for my liking...where is she now? got matters to discuss...she's gone
hiking, maybe biking
but something better than this stone setting which is starting to get frightening…
Feel I'm slipping away, as cheap and worn as a used clothing store's racks, copy what I see and feel
the life drain'in out of me.
Take your malls and your street lights and arrows and look past those buildings and walls and just try
to see….
anything further there other than another thing mocking me?
Highways and roads and planes do carry us up high but if I can see it maybe I could just ride the sky…
See inner fighting like ants on the ground, wars and strife such tiny pebbles amongst the seas…
why do we give such force, thee and me, to silly toy soldier games- cash passed through dirty
hands?…
we question it though only you or I could finally understand.
We press on looking for a soothing balm to cloak us so we'll forget the children left behind,
We press on down the ages only to come to find that within the realm of our willingness to change it is
all that was ever there to find.
Keep'in it real in a world too real for my liking...where is she now? got matters to discuss...she's gone
hiking, maybe biking
but something better than this stone setting which is starting to get frightening…
Feel I'm slipping away, as cheap and worn as a used clothing store's racks, copy what I see and feel
the life drain'in out of me.
Take your malls and your street lights and arrows and look past those buildings and walls and just try
to see….
anything further there other than another thing mocking me?
Highways and roads and planes do carry us up high but if I can see it maybe I could just ride the sky…
See inner fighting like ants on the ground, wars and strife such tiny pebbles amongst the seas…
why do we give such force, thee and me, to silly toy soldier games- cash passed through dirty
hands?…
we question it though only you or I could finally understand.
We press on looking for a soothing balm to cloak us so we'll forget the children left behind,
We press on down the ages only to come to find that within the realm of our willingness to change it is
all that was ever there to find.
Moment of Impact
I'm half asleep, another gig,
in and out fast, we've all gotta book,
I've been frequenting shows since my mom could get me past the door,
just another night, nothing more.
Should've seen it coming but I was too entranced with my current fave,
then his voice spoke a dedication, a song called "Grave",
my heart sank and I wondered how the hell,
my elation balled up and into the pit of my core my stomach fell.
The dive we were in took on a purplish hue,
impacted me and I could only stare,
what a thing to behold, what a story to share,
a moment ago it was all fun and games,
now all I can do is care.
We held a vigil for her in the club that night,
almost appropriate to the heinous crime,
her friend spoke her pain for us to see,
sang it like a dark angel so beautifully.
I'm half asleep, another gig,
in and out fast, we've all gotta book,
I've been frequenting shows since my mom could get me past the door,
just another night, nothing more.
Should've seen it coming but I was too entranced with my current fave,
then his voice spoke a dedication, a song called "Grave",
my heart sank and I wondered how the hell,
my elation balled up and into the pit of my core my stomach fell.
The dive we were in took on a purplish hue,
impacted me and I could only stare,
what a thing to behold, what a story to share,
a moment ago it was all fun and games,
now all I can do is care.
We held a vigil for her in the club that night,
almost appropriate to the heinous crime,
her friend spoke her pain for us to see,
sang it like a dark angel so beautifully.
Drool
You were crueler than a black widow mother,
fluttering them eyes,
a known disguise but wicked emotions fly.
Crawling to you, so small,
critter on your leash, no shame,
darkened days, no one here to blame.
Took me for a long ride, holding on to you,
highway super bike my final break,
all of you I wanted but no part of you could I take,
my sanity at your brink, couldn't even think.
Pride for sale, only one buyer but he owns the lot,
maybe cute to you but here within your grasp my innocence is shot.
Charm 'em, karma 'em,
Find 'em and dine on 'em,
Oh boy you sure do adorn them.
Standing in line, I would have stood begging a while,
pleading for some small scrap, but you already knew that.
You were crueler than a black widow mother,
fluttering them eyes,
a known disguise but wicked emotions fly.
Crawling to you, so small,
critter on your leash, no shame,
darkened days, no one here to blame.
Took me for a long ride, holding on to you,
highway super bike my final break,
all of you I wanted but no part of you could I take,
my sanity at your brink, couldn't even think.
Pride for sale, only one buyer but he owns the lot,
maybe cute to you but here within your grasp my innocence is shot.
Charm 'em, karma 'em,
Find 'em and dine on 'em,
Oh boy you sure do adorn them.
Standing in line, I would have stood begging a while,
pleading for some small scrap, but you already knew that.
Lagoon
At the lagoon I have a date with treachery,
Fog bodes well but maybe not for I,
Demons lick their lips
while it is he that will stretch craven fingertips,
The lagoon was not a place I would have liked to call home
and now I will lay me down to rest,
just a ripe 16 but I guess I'd passed his test.
The trees crawl from above and I sense I will meet impending doom,
different it is here from my familiar room,
no friends to warn me,
must release tonight from this cocoon.
Why did I come here?
Lured from broad daylight,
lured here by the sight of blue/green of a gaze of cold slate,
frozen memories he uses, ones to which I will always relate.
To kill and be killed over and over again,
what fetish is this that we can't be civil,
why can we not meet without becoming rivals?
I saw you then as I see you now here,
I see you like lagoons cast over by a dusty moon,
I see you like me and follow on and on,
the broken record always plays our song from days long gone,
you are the undertow and I your swan.
At the lagoon I have a date with treachery,
Fog bodes well but maybe not for I,
Demons lick their lips
while it is he that will stretch craven fingertips,
The lagoon was not a place I would have liked to call home
and now I will lay me down to rest,
just a ripe 16 but I guess I'd passed his test.
The trees crawl from above and I sense I will meet impending doom,
different it is here from my familiar room,
no friends to warn me,
must release tonight from this cocoon.
Why did I come here?
Lured from broad daylight,
lured here by the sight of blue/green of a gaze of cold slate,
frozen memories he uses, ones to which I will always relate.
To kill and be killed over and over again,
what fetish is this that we can't be civil,
why can we not meet without becoming rivals?
I saw you then as I see you now here,
I see you like lagoons cast over by a dusty moon,
I see you like me and follow on and on,
the broken record always plays our song from days long gone,
you are the undertow and I your swan.