I would like to take a moment, to talk about gay rights
How would you feel, if where you lay your head at night
Your whole family makes you feel all alone,
That you live in a house with a roof and four walls, but no home
People need to realize, hatred is not set in stone
Walking through the school hall, getting dirty looks
From self reichous people, they're really just scared and shook
But I can't imagine how much courage it must have took
Too say that you are gay, and, your proud to be
Gays have made a movement, they beat the odds, you see
If you're gay, stand up, I want to hear you roar
Take their insults with a grain of salt and nothing more
Cause the haters never know the struggle you've been through
So strideboldly through lifes doors and do you!
the breath of the dragon
caresses the mountaintop
a swirling, dense, quiet mist
clings tightly to the land
and the gentle beast
devours the vanishing nature
paling the ambient light
all it touches
dawn has kissed the flora
and the dragon quietly sleeps
its all encompassing breath
blanketing the day
till the light of a thousand suns
the very last gasp
as the behemoth sleeps
waiting to exhale
upon the inevitable dusk
Outside, it's cold and dark.
Your smile was special, your own trademark.
I'm going numb, can't even walk.
All I hear is the clock. Tick tock.
These woods are lonely and cold.
Hard to be bold, when your soul you have sold.
These tears puddle, like an ocean.
Your love always unique, quite golden.
Reality is wrong.
Still need to stay strong.
Dreams are for real.
How does that make you feel?
This mountain called life is steep.
But I've got promises to keep.
I'll go out on a limb to say.
Life's a game no one learns to play.
Life is a never ending exam.
Never anytime to cram.
Today I'm not thinking about you, is one of these days that the sun had fade away as rain are taking over the grey and cold empire...
I'm collecting my dreams, so I'll start to execute each one of those little pieces of ideas that were building an altar of hope, I will collect my frustrations, my despair and loneliness as spiritual weapons and I will make the perfect scenario of inner war against love and the main idea of you flying through my mind...today is one of these days where I'm in a loveless state...
But I'm a hypocrite myself because I know that when the day's over and I'll close my eyes, I will see you again dancing with my insanity as I keep dreaming with an idea of you and me collecting the starts in the night, so we'll unleash a dark passion that will make us forget about this god-forsaken world...all I want is you...all I need is you...
Today I wish to put a bullet in my brain, or to stab myself in my heart so I can be able to stop this bitter sensation of forgetfulness. I feel that we've stop looking ourselves as "that someone special" to just a name and an idea of the effects we created in our lives, I hate myself for that...let me ask you this: are you feeling anything for me?? Have you at least ask yourself about my whereabouts??? Always the same goddamn questions tearing away my happiness...now I'm collecting dead memories so I can build a boat and flow through this empty ocean of desolation...
There's a tomorrow...and I want you there at my side.
I’m hopeless at putting pen to paper, you know I am.
I saw you sitting at the blue window
as I passed by that hoary chateau yesterday. You didn't look down as you sat perched on the sill like the fragile bird you are. I threw every pebble on the road onto that perched, divine frame of yours. The window was cracked open and yet, nothing perturbed you from your position.
I couldn't wake you from your senseless volition; I couldn't see your needs. I was ignorant to your needs. I admit it, so should I apologize? I always apologize and I am sorry. So very sorry. I wallow in my regrets from time to time. Please, let this soul be drenched in self- depreciation.
Your eyes found mine; the image of your loving glance puts me off nightly slumber. No image has disturbed my heart for the longest time.
Ah, time! Has it caught up with us all in this masquerade of waltzing seasons? The beauty of years is worn down each year by our own finite doom. Mary, dear I am afraid. So very afraid. Death is always around the corner.
I'd swim all the oceans for you
I'd break all my bones for you
I'd let all my blood
I'd put my right hand on the bible
But still I'd lie
I'd walk ontop of broken glass
I'd drive a car
I'd make decisions
That are rash
I'd wipe the makeup off my face
Even though that is a disgrace
I'd run a thousand mile race
I'd risk my life
I'd leave this place
I'd rip the wings off a butterfly
Just To see if it would still fly
I'd put a bullet through my head
Just To see if I'd die
I'd pray to the god that may or may not exist
I'd swim in a tank with the fish
I'd take every single risk
I'd lay down in my bed
And think of everything I dread
I'd re live nightmares
That go on in my head
I'd fly to the moon
I'd say "ill be back soon"
But if I had to,
I'd just drift off into the galaxies
Like a balloon
I sat there,
Thinking about the simple
And the impossible.
Why am I still fighting?
Why am I still standing?
Why am I still alive?
This is all seems to unreal to me,
Just a shattered reality,
Nothing seems real to me anymore.
My memories are fading,
My dreams are breaking,
Everything seems... empty.
For years, I have been fighting,
But after all those years,
Only one thing came out in the end.
That one light bulb was flickering,
On and off.
I thought it had burnt out,
But it was just flickering,
On and off.
As I reached for the light,
A sudden sharp pain in my chest grew,
And everything went black.
Everything but you.
You still glowed, shined even.
I saw nothing but you.
In all of the emptiness,
You were still there,
Shining bright as ever.
Then it clicked me.
I know why I'm still fighting.
I know why I'm still standing.
I know why I'm still alive.
I know why I felt so empty all those years.
Can you fill this empty hole in my chest?
I think you can.
I know you can.