Smiles and eyes, and hi’s
You take them so lightly
But they’re not really there
Though you perceive their presence

Amicable eyes,
Positive semblance of a frame
You take it a smile to the self
But that’s just part of a
Structure twisting and falling apart

But if it suits you
Fall in the false appearance
For that’s not what's being transmitted

Only a distorted face trying
To dislocate phrases and thoughts

Blood in the thoughts
Destruction and abyss
Antithetical to nurture and growth
The bleakness has become real
There’s no excuse,
Muse, but still you will loose

There’s no one to blame this time
Take it how you will but it’s not the world
Its just you

You broke the world and you didn’t even know
Trust and worthiness was left wrapped in your arms
But you rapped them both without a doubt
Now you realized what you did and it’s too far-gone

The only dove in the world was entrusted in your arms
And you shot it because your veins were raging with blood
So you lost your judgment and your sight
Don’t blame the sky for being too blue
At the moment you knew what you were shooting
And you took your aim

Now the peace has been shattered down to the ground
Even if you repair the wound there will always be a scar
And you have just tainted peace a little bit more
Instead of protecting it from the same danger
Like you promised all along

A pact between ocean and the stone that fell
Just remembrance, for the pain and joy was being dragged
To the depths of the dark hidden ocean floor
But it could not stay down forever as it washed ashore
Before it disappeared again into volumes of blue

But the moon is not forgiving for it pinches the ocean
And the stone gets spat out for the pain to be seen on the beach
How can it be destroyed before more damage is reached

Even the tides of time are having a difficult obstruction
In the dissolution of the stone for it keeps building form
Every time it comes back to the surface
Meanwhile the ocean is fighting to suppress it
Make it disappear with only but a trace

And the mess you made
Better do something with it before its too late
Don’t let it drag you away
Before you lose the way you’ve made

Oceans disturbed, doves broken, and entrustments ruptured
There’s no turning back but only looking forward
To salvaging what has been kept you moving along
If only a treasure you cared not to care
So you damaged it deliberately because you were desperate with desire

Now take what you will and detach the stone from your ocean
Save the dove for the voyage but don’t take from it what is not yours
And rescue the entrustments for it will carry you both

Lilies and wine.
You're drunk with love.
And night's all shine.

So you starve and you crave.
Just a little bit more of Cupid's touch.
Puffed smoke hearts surrounding the time.
Present once more the universe sparks in your soul.
Lousy noises melting into harmonies so fine.

Lilies and wine.
You're drunk with love.
And night's all shine.

Your heart's secreting the serum of life.
Love is filling the hourglass of your time.
Now the pearl has found its light.
No pressure but weightlessness abounds.

Lilies and wine.
You're drunk with love.
And night's all shine.

Hold on firecely, lose yourself in beautiful time.
Tears of love and joy heal your wounds.
Flowers all fine, one you are, floating on air.
Swept out of reason, but your heart is too fine.

Lilies and wine.
You're drunk with love.
And night's all shine.

Capture the flower in your arms.
And drink the serum like wine.
Love is uplifting, and bare, taking you swiftly.

No hoot, mute the flute.
No sweet music oozing out of the muse.
Orchestra is playing another tune.

Desperate sounds are coming out the pipes.
Chasing a different melody we can't sing.

Vocal chords are broken.
The voice of angels unrecognizable.
The ***** is missing keys.

Instruments are rusty and old.
We can't hear but whimpering is in the air.
For their struggling to push their share.

Been broken for far too long.
Don't know when the chaos of sound will come undone.
Disappeared harmonium is merely impossible to rescue.

Get ready to ramble no time to scramble.
Fumble, stumble, or tumble and you will crumble.
Stand stable and be the probable trouble.

Get ready to ramble no time to scramble.
Cradle the brothel and blood you will satchel.
Straddle the mantle of ease and squeeze.
It will handle the pressure before you flee.

Get ready to ramble no time to scramble.
Stop the babble and label the cards on the table.
Look at yourself and separate the feeble from the able.
Prove you're trouble, disable the fable.

Double the effort, don't be too noble.
Hackle the pain, insecurity shackle it too.

Get ready to ramble no time to scramble.
Fortune or doom be weapon not wound.

Aiming to lay claim to light.
But hiding under the cove.
A landslide is between darkness and light.
Probably can make it.
But there's a chance rocks will threaten the attempt.
Making the brave fall prey to fate.

Prime is time for crime.
Capture lucidity before insanity takes toll.
No rules or laws searching for something good.

Victims try your lives at discord.
Climb out before debris covers the only way out.
Pray light may stay at bay.
Back out the stark dark before you lack heart.
Bright light might right your plight.

Aiming to lay claim to light.
But hiding under the cove.
A landslide is between darkness and light.

Attempting to leave thoughts in the deep.
Clinging to your feet.
They struggle and you pain in the fight out.

Cunning memories come hunt you out of the darkness.
Don't give up thoughts of better days.
Tying wailing thoughts to the walls.
Run, heave them, leave them to save one.
You

Trouble through calmness
Fancy of simplicity
Smiling through sadness

Just a little antithetical
Mere dislocation and unison
Sewing our lives apart

Burning because we are in love
Thirsting for no more feeling
We're disgusted at being so fed up

Prying from the freedom
Running and crying from trying and safety
We're alone while we're together

Noise against the silence
Kisses and shots from a gun
the time is going on pause

Just a little antithetical
Mere dislocation and unison
Sewing our lives apart

Morning sunset
It's the beginning of life
But the end is dawning

Quickness not too far behind
The end makes us scramble
For some semblance of stability

Looking for what is not lost
We await for the night's sunrise