don't listen to mozart;
lacrimosa
lack any dosage:
lacrimosa
tea; no coaster:
lacrimosa
broken toaster:
lacrimosa

here's a barter to the gardener who made Eve then marred her
who fathered the carpenter then martyred man's armour
I spit at the sky but He spits back harder
one roar and a flash and i'm a blurred charred marker
and while I know I'm a carper to start a rant over rain,
I'm cold and I'm tired and a little bit vain

so to the almighty all awful
why when you reign does it pour?
naught but rain until dawn
is this the law of the poor and lore for those born with a luckier draw?
I cry to the alpha to compromise his plan
and just for tomorrow, clear the skies for Sam

Humanity is fractured,
Humanity is lost,
Humanity is all of us,
We all will pay the cost.

We're all a little different,
We're all a little weird,
We're all a little mixed up,
We're nothing to be feared.

There is no need for violence,
There is no need for hate,
There is no them or us now,
We all share the same fate.

The world, they say, is scary,
The world, they say, is scarred,
The world is out of order,
We've made it all too hard.

There is no true religion,
There is no higher law,
There is no cause for conflict,
We're human- nothing more.

This is our time to grow up,
This is our time to change,
This is our time to wake up,
We know it will be strange.

Let's put away our weapons,
Let's put to rest our fear,
Let's put the past behind us,
We'll not shed one more tear.

We have eighty years in a good life.
The moments will pass just the same,
Whether I'm traveling this road
Or warm and encircled in your arms.
Either way, I'm watching the sun turn
Into a stained glass window
As it slowly fades to night.
I'm looking at the constellations
Sprinkling across the sky
And the city lights distantly sweeping
The plains in glitter.
I'm miles away,
But you're on my mind.

She doesn't know it,
but I never appreciated the sentence,
            
                    "I love you."

That is until it came from her lips.

i fear we are all born gods
for we have fallen far
our curse
our being here on earth
is a trial no mere mortal
can ever master
oh how mistress time
mocks our desires
as we try the futile
pitiful
to outlast her

1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.