Love...
pretty simple title right?
like THAT'S never been used before, right?
well it hasn't actually
because my love has a different definition
than any word YOU have ever read
MY love cant be described by words
which makes the title unreadable
UNsimple...
the most i can do to describe it is this...
"Annie"

Your strength is beauty itself.
I cannot see you,but I see your evidence all around me.
You make the leaves of the trees
sing a one of a kind melody.
You encompass me, while blowing your power
through me.
Your strength can even move my frame off my feet,
You can cool my body with a delicate breeze,
And up root a tree that has lived in this world
for hundreds of years.
I feel your power,yet I feel more of the power of delight
by the Wondrous creative power of the Almighty.
I actually feel closer to Him when the Spirit of the Wind
BLOWS
through every strand of my hair.
His Being wraps around me and
I am in another dimension
of time and space.
May the Spirit of the Wind ever blow
in all worlds, in all heavens,
filling me with the
Spirit of Love,Power, and Strength.

upon an open high
where my liberal rights reside
this is where i live my life
with my lovely, lovely bride

upon an open high
where i know i will subside
until my final days collide
with my loved one, i will fly

upon an open high
a drug that doesn't sigh
a drug that always relieves my plight
a love that will fight into the night

upon an open high
and i will love her all my life
my open high, my loves delight
i wont let her out of sight

Go across my gate
And i will know your name
And i will get my shotgun
And eliminate your vein

Trespass on my land
And you will not know your fate
Until you start to lose your mind
When you start to bleed and fade

My land is wet
With blood of the fallen
Done in by my hand
Start moving, stop stalling

Trespass on wet land
And you will fall as well
And join your fallen comrades
Join them down in hell

For my shotgun is war
And my finger, be politics
Your vanity, vengeance
My mind, corrupt government

This is how the world works
This, humanity at its core
All of us, in vengeance
We are damning ourselves more.

Somebody Calls
And it remains to see
If i know them, good or bad
Or if i can believe...

Somebody Calls
And i can almost know the voice
I could recognize it in my dreams
But only a subconscious choice...

Somebody Calls
And the gears can start to turn
The beautiful voice of an angel boasts
Of  tales where hero's burn

The voice turns dark
Its known to me now
As an angel of death
I can recognize the sound

An angel calls
And shows me a light
A light i would rather live without
A light as dark as night

An angel calls
And i want to run away
But the fear that swells within my heart
Cannot for certain say...

That i am not insane

The snow fell hard that day
as cold as the ice in my chest
Driving away was always easy
It wasn't until I slid into the snow bank
until my car flipped sideways
until I thought I might die
I thought of those I loved most

Sideways in my car
Unable to get out
stuck in the freezing winds,
I wanted to call you
But instead dialed 911
You aren't my lifeline anymore
I don't know if that is good
or if I am just desolate
All I know is,
I felt at home
Trapped in the snow