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Fixing Hidden time
Can't bring it up
Without ruining the night
Beyond this sign
That im going to take
As an omen because im that kind of guy

Bend with eyes
Be like the light baby
Youre just that type
Hand in mine
Whether you feel me or not
I am your phantom of light

Handle your wine
Dont let it change you
I guess I am done  changing my mind

Handle of wine
My tongue is guilty
But my hands are tied

Friend of mine
Thats all  that I can call you
When my tongue is tied

Beyond the better half
And we will play for the sunsets
Knowing The day will rise as fact

at dawn theres witchcraft to Plagerise
Whether you wish that still
Or not you wished way back Then that

I am your phantom,
Sent inside the serpent
Hammered and random

I am a child of light
Whether or not you remember
My tongue is guilty
And my hands are tied

Better half of tomorrow
Better be spent driving
My car wont know rest till
I sleep in these lands
Of brushes and bands of trees
I feel like the end of the light
Where the shadows bleed  


Hey friend of mine
My tongue is guilty
But my hands are tied

Hey Sister with the sermon
I would not let you forgive me
Because my tongue was tied

Hey friend of mine
My hands are guilty
And my tongue is fried

Hand in mine
I open eyes to all of this
Benign torment and porcelain
War trends
Be on the ambiance
Beyond the ambulance
Free on the other wind
Bleed out the open wound
Beast our burden open wine
Ticking clocks seizing
Second hand sinking
Serenade the sadness
But that is beside the point.
New times roman but im giving it up
Purely for the tone of

Helvetica font
six chapters of Catcher in the Rye
keeping my hero alive, Normandy
how he must of felt, the headlines
breaking his heart, America is full of heart break
and all for the fickle romance and seductive nature
of war time Hollywood. What a *****!
fill that selfish empty hand, when the world twinkled for you
and you were only in love with yourself in the mirror

he may be passed away, and far over the disappointment
the anger turmoil now understood of my favorite novel
written on tour during the second world war and for what
hundreds of thousands of copies of paper sold each year
and all he wanted was that one ear to kiss, he confessed Holden to.

I hope your life was as inspirational as it started , you hermit, you legend.

but ******* *****, Charlie Chap Coke **** *******.
1.13.14
Dance on fickle heart strings
be ambiance on the dark streets, follow me home
  after every show, a ladder already built from the roots
    have we hacked off enough vines and dirt, to finally do this?
     either way here we are and for once i am truly happy to be here
       i wanna live, i wanna give, I've been a minor with you , now were
twenty and not searching , and now i just want money to buy you paint
Trip on hidden floor essence
  burn holes with close eye lid joints
   run from the cold in north new england
    Late night trips in our band rooms shadows
     of the light of candles and the city, single window
       rock me darling, been a miner for a heart of gold.
1.13.14
Do unto me,
as you do onto yourself
i want to feel how i love you
compared to how you love yourself , not in your sleep

Set upon it,
as a newborn lamb
i am meek and to be slaughtered
waxing and waning lamb of god and divine slumber

We lay there smiling
till we notice were happy
a bit better than the rest
how i missed you then,
and how bad i did felt.

the day you became a cavity
way deep in the back of my
lonely and deprived youth

i didn't know anything of what
smitten i felt was just taken away
forever, far away

except the sleep lost,
and the time travel wished for
or the releasing of my song bird
to flutter back or move closer.

you moved away,
did you know you would be
filling my cavities today?

closer
were both a fifth of our way
through our perfect lives
and me? at least I'm not lonely

happiness
i don't even know what this is
how everyone before you felt
so cold, i just wish that i could be

closer than
and i know through time,
that will be attained
how fast we've become ,

closer than that
yet so long. a fifth of our lives already.
babe were at the half life of being in each other lives
how perfect you fit. how perfect you create.

closer than that is
to no destruction. kali sheeva not so present
my eyes and acid peripheries , not so dilated
you are skin particles away, me inside, not so lonely

our sun rises,
luckiest guy smiles, as the drums come in
and the camera pulls out of a window,
drawing fourth away past the clouds

the sun sets,
to come , as the sun diminishes into a star
far away where we are traveling stuck in space
drifting away, at least were not lonely

*
you feel better , than that is
even after you are gone to work
I'm still laying here, on earth
a foot above the ground
where we were meant to meet
janvier, la nova
ambulant, le entendu
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