Let thy soul into the darkness delve,
Where thou looses all thyself, ....Where;
slithering serpents slay so silent,
Like death's deadly scythe.
Deranged demon's deathly snare
Snatching people, unaware,
With such sweet nectar they thou compel,
So that willingly, thy soul thou sell.
A wolf in sheep's skin,
Juggling the lives of men's kin,
As if they were nothing,
but a game to win.
In just a matter of second,
Many things could happen
Everything could change
Time travels so fast
we can't catch its pace
We can't bring back time
But it could be wasted
It could be spent based on our will
Its upon our choice to spend it wisely
So if you keep living in the past
Time won't stop for you
It won't wait till you move
It will just keep on progressing
Leaving you hanging and grieving
Till you realize that every minute you spent on that world of yours
Reminiscing, crying and hoping
Is not worth all your time
So when you came back to reality
Thinking everything will be back to normal
Because time is like a robber
And could steal everything from you
In just a blink of an eye
1 The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
2 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
3 The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
4 While the birds make music all the day.
5 The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
6 All merry, all happy and bright:
7 By'n by Hard Times comes a knocking at the door,
8 Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!
9 [Chorus] Weep no more, my lady, oh! weep no more to-day!
10 We will sing one song
11 For the old Kentucky Home,
12 For the old Kentucky Home, far away.
13 [Solo] They hunt no more for the possum and the coon
14 On the meadow, the hill and the shore,
15 They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
16 On the bench by the old cabin door.
17 The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
18 With sorrow where all was delight:
19 The time has come when the darkies have to part,
20 Then my old Kentucky Home, good-night!
21 [Chorus] Weep no more, my lady, oh! weep no more to-day!
22 We will sing one song
23 For the old Kentucky Home,
24 For the old Kentucky Home, far away.
25 [Solo] The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
26 Wherever the darkey may go:
27 A few more days, and the trouble all will end
28 In the field where the sugar-canes grow.
29 A few more days for to tote the weary load,
30 No matter 'twill never be light,
31 A few more days till we totter on the road,
32 Then my old Kentucky Home, good-night!
33 [Chorus] Weep no more, my lady, oh! weep no more to-day!
34 We will sing one song
35 For the old Kentucky Home,
36 For the old Kentucky Home, far away.
You are a bird flying near.
A simple graze of my arm
a feather kept, a loss of fear.
And this is not temporary.
You are a parade.
Your trumpets, your drums
reinventing the copyrighted charade.
It's not a trick-it's rudimentary.
You are fresh squeezed lemonade.
When the sweat cannot be quelled,
you forge trees for shade.
But speaking of you is just supplementary.
You are the long drive back.
Every worm in the miles of dirt
can hear this counterattack-
especially those four days of January.
You are my trustworthy veins,
our frivolously necessary games,
and the smell of relentless rains.
These senses, put blunt yet gently,
manifest nothing less than your infinite trajectory.
blankets down the world.
Silently, I reach out
to touch a star.
Somewhere we are in space,
daylight does not exist
for both of us,
Light does not feel,
not much how the dark
is cold and yet
so warm to touch.
"Can you see that?"
"That, over there."
"That's Venus, silly!"
"Close your eyes and think
at times when I am not with you,
that Venus is I and I am Venus.
Always watching over you."
You sang to me lullabies
while the moon waxed and waned
changing every night
until the sky was black,
and I could not see it,
the stars fell and the moon
was dyed in ink,
Knowing that you
do not have the sky,
as you do not have
I could only turn
my face away
Your lullabies echoing among the stars.
Each time we push something down
Those moments we do not say
Holding back from telling how we feel
Suppressing what should be known
Politeness stops us often or decorum
Avoiding awkwardness or a hurt feelings report
Subjugating ourselves to avoid conflict with another
Knowing full well that silence is acceptance
You hold back more than once
Pressure builds and you endure
The little things add up more often
What should have been said is now yelled
Stress or a disagreement breaks the seal
Before you hold back , before you repress you should find out
Put your tongue out far and clamp down with force
See how long you can truly hold it, how long can you bite your tongue