I taste rapture in your lips & feel nirvana flood our spines.
A stack of bone lit fire & this day ends, today I should try,
to see into the future,
something waits for you inside, reach in & find your comfort.
Drink heavy & dance, a warm nose carving mistakes into your once supple face.
Leave it alone & cry. Leave it alone for my sake.
Call me from the basement's line.
Save the words
& a change of tone.
a change of pace.
_Oh, dear gods,
we came so close & stand so far,
from that glorious fountain,
from that glorious superstructure of
love & tainted fate.
Stay close & I'll recite gorgeous tales of defeat.
I will
paint your face with the shame of those forgotten,
not in a lonely way
& this is not
the only way to stop these rhymes
of
once again
hearts torn,
one heart torn, turning forever
sleeping on the floor,
wishing your blood flowed through me.
open veins to shreds.
grab me, taste me.
bound by chains.
once undone,
these thoughts shouldn't be should so heavy,
moving my fingers in time with you.
whisper, oh I'm crazy.
But in this world,
in this
dear,
sweet
perfect world,
where you & I
sit
& sing
& commit your face to memory.
Holding on to you.
in you, my flame burns bright,
this pace grows dark as the wet woods cry in rhythm,
thinking of me,
old,
their hearts still racing for me.
their souls transport all loss &
their souls transports heat.
If only I was your source.
If I was your only source,
of light
of shadow & pain
of a perfect metronomic
never ending sometimes;
you'd pass happy.
you'd know defeat,
victory & all forms in between.
& looking back I sense there are words sealed tight,
dates forgotten & stories sans ink.
sometimes,
oh my sweet beautiful muse.
There is a shadow & there is a child
& there is a window
& there is a lord to call upon
when nightmares grab tight
& bullets fly close to this heart
desperation glides across these strings
& a voice is born,
snuffed,
buried
& forgotten in all but me.
killing the self,
waiting for the bars to bend
& waiting for the structure to dissolve.
A ghetto grown & producing
infinite
words &
mistakes.
Clear up my past,
discontinue
& continue to
work on these studies,
take all in stride,
a slow,
pain filled walk.
As mentioned, we came so far,
so close
& retired our passions.
So we ask
how do we die?
& when will we know?
& this change of tone brings
a change of pace.
I feel alive,
I behold what's in it,
what's grabbing
& shaking my soul,
which is,
listening to this power.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
I taste rapture in your lips & feel nirvana flood our spines.
A stack of bone lit fire & this day ends, today I should try,
to see into the future,
something waits for you inside, reach in & find your comfort.
Drink heavy & dance, a warm nose carving mistakes into your once supple face.
Leave it alone & cry. Leave it alone for my sake.
Call me from the basement's line.
Save the words
& a change of tone.
a change of pace.
_Oh, dear gods,
we came so close & stand so far,
from that glorious fountain,
from that glorious superstructure of
love & tainted fate.
Stay close & I'll recite gorgeous tales of defeat.
I will
paint your face with the shame of those forgotten,
not in a lonely way
& this is not
the only way to stop these rhymes
of
once again
hearts torn,
one heart torn, turning forever
sleeping on the floor,
wishing your blood flowed through me.
open veins to shreds.
grab me, taste me.
bound by chains.
once undone,
these thoughts shouldn't be should so heavy,
moving my fingers in time with you.
whisper, oh I'm crazy.
But in this world,
in this
dear,
sweet
perfect world,
where you & I
sit
& sing
& commit your face to memory.
Holding on to you.
in you, my flame burns bright,
this pace grows dark as the wet woods cry in rhythm,
thinking of me,
old,
their hearts still racing for me.
their souls transport all loss &
their souls transports heat.
If only I was your source.
If I was your only source,
of light
of shadow & pain
of a perfect metronomic
never ending sometimes;
you'd pass happy.
you'd know defeat,
victory & all forms in between.
& looking back I sense there are words sealed tight,
dates forgotten & stories sans ink.
sometimes,
oh my sweet beautiful muse.
There is a shadow & there is a child
& there is a window
& there is a lord to call upon
when nightmares grab tight
& bullets fly close to this heart
desperation glides across these strings
& a voice is born,
snuffed,
buried
& forgotten in all but me.
killing the self,
waiting for the bars to bend
& waiting for the structure to dissolve.
A ghetto grown & producing
infinite
words &
mistakes.
Clear up my past,
discontinue
& continue to
work on these studies,
take all in stride,
a slow,
pain filled walk.
As mentioned, we came so far,
so close
& retired our passions.
So we ask
how do we die?
& when will we know?
& this change of tone brings
a change of pace.
I feel alive,
I behold what's in it,
what's grabbing
& shaking my soul,
which is,
listening to this power.
Tragedy
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