Breath of fire , skin in smoke
War's desire , life to choke
Hands on embers , knees on coal
Toes in tinder , eyes on shoal
Crawling forward , falling back
Struggles over , now Attack
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
On my side of the room
It's my size of the moon
It's my place to hide
In my guitar,
In my cage.
In my home ; I work and I play
I live but am not alive
In my side of the room.
There's the T.V.
There's the radio playing
My friend is complaining
And the innocence has burnt into the wall.
The clock clicked it's camera
And the wall did whisper,
"What are you doing ; Alone child ,
In my side of the room?"
On my side of the room
I'm the sailor of my cigarettes
I'm the king in my deck of cards
And Beetle Bailey has
Walked the seven seas
But the ocean's overflown.
When it's visiting time : Tea time
It's then when I wake up , shape up
And the wall did whisper,
"What are you doing , Alone Child ,
On my side of the moon?"
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
You were searching in the skies
While I was out in space
The last starship "The Disguise"
It's launch pad now in place
The planets hold no secrets from us
Our galaxy , our home
Leaving behind aerodromes
Near the advancing sea
Flooding ancient catacombs
Earth regains custody
All creatures hold the grudge against us
Yet , sad to see you go
I can see them watching, as you look down once more
They're opening the cosmic window
As we're closing the astral door
I can't help but shed a tear
As you're coming up to me
Now our path seems not as clear
As immortality
So our planets hold no secrets from us
Our tragedy once more
We'll transplant our generations
As we've always done before
Perhaps if we do things differently
Then again, I guess, I suppose
Plus ça change , plus c'est la même chose
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
Taught thought in time slot
Crime line held to pine
Worst thirst never first
"All is well." they say
Yet earth is hell today
Mill bill not a thrill
Moat vote gets the boat
Fair air very rare
Pretty as the peaches
More polluted beaches
Who knew what to do
The whole show will not go
Fine lined but is it signed
Where is Earth decadent
Now who will represent
To put it in a nutshell
Earth has truly gone to hell
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
I met a man at the top of my stair .
The man I met wasn't there .
He wasn't there there again today .
I wish that man would go away .
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Somewhere the theories hold true .
Only , in random spaces .
Murky bog of the bayou ;
Lonely , in empty faces.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
We are dreams in the mirrors of our minds ,
Where all the strange ones are the kinds .
No one can tell our stories .
No one can feel our glories unfold .
Behold the mystery of our race ;
The etchings of time mocks the pace .
In our years ; in our fears
And in our mortal tears :
We are dreams in the mirrors of our minds .
A day or more can reveal the score
But change will never stand still .
In our years and in our fears ;
Our past : we shall never **** .
The future comes to show it's brawn ,
While in the present , the game's playing on .
And when , in the end , our final light shines ;
We are just dreams in the mirrors of our minds .
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
I HEARD SOMEONE CRYING
INSIDE HIMSELF
I FELT SOMEONE SCREAM
OUTSIDE THE DOOR
HE HEARD ME CALLING
HE FELT ME FALLING
NEVER MORE
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
Staying still in wonderment
Having nothing to say
The creature's punishment
Is carried out today .
The days are long
And you struggle not to fight
While you sing this song
On your never ending flight .
You should have known , you shouldn't have
Broken away from the sun .
You could have known , you couldn't have
Been the only one .
Now that that's your only fright
It's all on your never ending flight .
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
Songs are sung , the spell is cast .
You are young and mine at last .
The world will turn , you shall see .
The snow will burn and the free .
Find the sun if you can .
Will they know we exist
Or will there be any
To know at all ? When we come back
If we do leave at all .
Will we cry and kiss the soil
Or will they forbid us entrance ?
If they do forbid our coming ,
I fear they do know who we are
And once again we'll seek a star ;
On which we'll place our weary flesh .
New time and space and skies afresh .
The hats are hung ; atomic blasts .
Where our young arise in flasks .
Our worlds will turn , you shall soon see .
We're sure to learn or we'll not be .
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC