"Time"

Call in time
Free your mind
Feel your life
All Start To Combine
In this blender
We Call Time.

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"Tides"

­Influence possibilities
Enforce change
Please say you did it in vain
Tides rise and fall
Things fade
Give me that chance again?

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"Can't"
­
Call in sick today
See the doctor right away
Seem to understand the drag, the system's lack
Wear colors, just black.

...Only
To find you're on your back.

Whom of which can I speak--
When the days are full of heat?
Literary giant old and new,
Revamped, and told,"To thine own self be true."

Everywhere he had his ways,
Found dead, on his own birthday.
Upon his left ear a little ring, what did this bring?

Father of Tragedy,
He spoke, writhing with the lost love...

Nobody knows where he goes,
But at Two, we're going to The Globe.

So many things have changed
since I last walked
the world's soft and lush
green grasses of plenty,

caressing my feet as I walk overhead--
looking to the astonished yet radiant sky
filled with traces of clouds and breezes.
Swept over with fruit-bearing flowers,
including the spring daisies
and bright yellow dandelions
which create and weave themselves
into crowns and gowns
that flow through the meadows [...];

These meadows that fill themselves
with the slight twist of faith
that fall in such delight,
a kite wondering among the birds would call
to them in such a delightful tone
the birds gather on my shoulders,
and the flowers rise from the earth in miracles.
They grant wishes and miracles
like melodies of piano keys
as they fumble upon the rocks of strings
stretched for miles [...] and miles,
away.

A little thing,
a simple gift,
Flowing seamlessly in a lift,
Giving life to its cool, concerned touch
Raising a calm,
excited, but rapid bunch
Through the bushes and into the flood,
Flowing in to the hearts of the ones
Over each shade and tint--becoming one value.
Weightless like air it flies,
Sprinkling the ground with joy,
As it brings out the younger girls and boys,
To play as if it were the very last day,
Of the first summer vacation,
And not a rainy day.

Someone told me to reach
sometimes I can't see
where in the world is your heart?
Why in the world must we depart?

I just can't see why...
you have to ignore me all your life,
does true love have to walk about you twice?

These questions I ask
might they go among you,
encompass your heart
tear apart the hate.

What in the world do I have to do...
just to get the message through you?

like the desert missed the rain,
fallen hearts and utter dismay,
saved for those moments i wish for now,
cant imagine life without--
gonna walk home and look today
for something thats on display
cant imagine life that day

the understanding of moving away
absent from living and broken hearts
parts of me and a brand new art
cant you see what it does to me?
starving for a moment just to be
only wishing for that day
until then i am that desert that missed the rain.

can you see what it does to me?
starving me of affection for loving another soul like mine
one that completes the circle of night
just to bring life around today
life that lives in the desert of ways
starving inside,
afraid to cry
something deep begins to die

like the calling of a baby's cry
never asked your reason why
you made the
choice to say goodbye...

like the desert that missed the rain
said it'll come back
with the intention of never again
open to love and see the trees
once bearing on the plain...
slowly starved and sentenced death
grasping for its dying breath,
cant imagine life today
as a desert that missed the rain.

like the desert that missed the rain,
will i ever be the same??

i missed a call at 7
it was him, the one i thought i could have--
but he left me-- why i ask,
and to dead air--my reply.
to me, he is like every other guy.
like the ones i have met or been with for awhile,
sometimes i miss your call to tell you,
that its a reversal, how do you like it?
now, do i have to become--
the girl you hate,
or be the one with friends...
care to elate?

yes i admit--
that i missed talking to you,
but at 4 am, i knew something about you.
you were untrue, and cruel,
using me as your fuel,
but boy if you had been listening...
you would have known that i now hate you.
so as re-payment,
and i mean now that you're here.
lets take a walk, and let me talk--
i will be crystal clear.
i 'll let you see the damage,
the pain from tears,
i'll let you drown in your sorrow,
and awaken your worst fear.
i'll bring her back,
and there will never be a Next Year.

frankly-- i dont give a **** about you,
and how much you hurt her,
because i bet she would do the same,
if i just Mentioned your name.

and to let you know,
i will never call back,
because your heart is that endless abyss...
only colored Black.