I threw my head in a pit of fire
Ive never since been inspired
The worlds a mirror who am I to blame
Im bathing in a boiling pool of shame
I sing a song my eyes too wet to see
devil of the past please let me be
You stole my heart and wont set it free
come on Kayla please let me be
I try so hard to turn the page
Im a host for pent up rage
the world laughs hysterically
oh my mind please let me be

Mossy forest meadows
Sun doubles on the sea
The final rays are setting
And your warmth is stays with me

The warmth of an energetic wisp
Something I never failed to miss
Raining on my skin a heated bliss
Like the taste between your hips
Beauty in a softly scented kiss
With your gently throbbing lips

perscuter
victim /_\ rescuer

here's to ending this pyramid scheme:

the rescuer is:
jumping bean in trauma closet
the persecutor is:
a vampiric silence
the victim is:
numbness prostituting for warmth

and they shift ominously like phases of the moon

There's gotta be a place
where we can be in peace
and the furious rivers flow
will finally begin to cease

You say I'm being sensitive
I'm looking for whats not there
but all I ask is one small smile
to glimpse through the waters air

Why must i drown in the rivers pull
give me a boat to row
to a place where peace and happiness
will have no shackles in which to show

I watch another day swim by
my eyes been wet till sleep
I try to tread in this vicious gyre
and my heart proceeds to weep

And though the current's not too strong
no air will reach my lungs
throughout the months and now the years
mercy I have sung

Well you talk too much
Just smoke your **** joint
Wispy plumes out the window
Fill with words like a comic
Painted in frames, orange glow fireflies
Just be a poet
And let the silence be quiet
Get that wood stove on your boat
And planks for your bed
Rock with the waters
And give me some head
Your tongue had more uses
Than shaping air into audible sounds
The bell rings for itself
But you speak, for everyone else

Railroads and cascades
The train whistles through the wind
A shudder shivers as a ghost wails
What will become of us?
What will we find?
What will become of us?
Midnight strikes steel
Under the moonless sky
We hear him echo in sleep
Is this where we're meant to be?
Lost in the forest
A tear dries slowly
Eternal skin cracking with transient air
Squeamish in our dreams
The ripple of our grandfathers
Washes over still
What will become of us?
The putrid silence wails

A stony gaze wanders as a buoyant breeze
But sorrows blinds blow in a storm and the solemn bust outcries
The thunder cracks
The lightning zaps
Childhood flashbacks
Scream inside my gut
I've been rejected enough
The hardened boy plays tough
And stubbornly pushes away
From the shores of a living grave
To a ship with a drunken crew
Floating as ghostly imprints play
Wailing to eclipse my pain
But on shore life remains
With no wings on which to escape
And in the cabin below the day
The frightened child hides, afraid
Its beaten soul whimpers requests
But the sunlight doesn't reach the deck
Blackness exhumes an awful stench
Eating at my bones in flesh
- I look toward the door
With a ball of fury raging red
Playing repeat inside my head
My body turns to heavy lead
What more will it take
To finally make the step
From the tears I've never wept
To the love I've never kept
The exploded shards I've never swept
Shattered pieces of empty concepts
The broken mirror I defiantly reject
Satan laughs while Angels detest
As I fail once more to accept
The man staring back at the child

Let you heart be your guide
And see the truth that lies inside
Release the stress pain and fear
And be the love that's been denied

Rest your soul in the windowsill
Let each moment be fulfilled
The budding trees don't control the breeze
The let their presence flourish still

Listen without the need to understand, be the river and not the ****
See with the eyes of the universe, forget all and you may remember
Be still, question only the questions
what you believe to be true, may well be false
So know, until the wind disappears and you begin to blow

Another day
Found precious breath
On a beach
With sand

Fire to ashes and ashes to fire, to be authentic permeates my desires

I drift with the driftwood
Blow in with the breeze
I love you and I love you
Until all becomes sweet

I am the earth so I have no name
I am just a moment
Again and again

Is it too late?
please dont make me bear - the bland walls whitened by the guise of death.
Is it too late?
the queasiness laughs lavishly - when will I die? If I continue to feed
Is it too late?
to Live or to die? I lie motionless in between
It it too late?
to choose magnificence glimpsed in hints behind my eyelids
to be the ancient winds gusting out of nothingness like Celtic fiddles, changing raging seas into misty green beckonings
Is it too late?

here I lie.  the deadening grasped me again.  I knew it would come.  I did my best to prepare. Was it enough?  Did I finish bridges to escape on the night?  Only time will tell, and what a devil it has become.

The storm clouds are brewing
The ravens are circling
The wind is a whispering
The trees tonal humming
The prayer flags are waving
The sutras are praying
The lamas are speaking
Listen to what they are saying