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Patrick McCombs Oct 2010
My words wrapped in a chain
Restricting my choked refrain
Fear the words i say
Cutting deep into your way
The Warm blood spills
Take it away before it refills
The blood of the fearful,the blood of the sheep
It's for them we weep
You are leeches that **** out our blood
Leaving us in **** and mud
Were taking it all back
Before it turns black
Tangling us in your web of lies
We see through your disguise
We know what you are
You've made it this far
The grass will still grow
And the wind will still blow
But you will be gone and forgotten
Dead decayed and rotten
A new day will dawn
We will stay and you will be gone
Patrick McCombs Oct 2010
I love the way you smile.
But girl its been awhile
Were just loafing on this grassy hill
I can never get my fill
Sensations of soft lips lingers
A knot of interlocking fingers
Jesus Christ I've missed you
And your eyes of pure blue
You've been so far away
But in my head every day
You whisper softly in my ear
Your motives are clear
I look into your eyes your soul
You are the piece that makes me whole
Our lips softly touch and touch.
I feel you smiling its all too much
We slowly pull apart
Its been a long start
We laugh and softly smile
Its just our style
The stars watch over head
The grass and flowers hears all that is said
Our bodies so close and hot
A type of closeness that is sought
A type of love that will last
Love that is present future and past.
Patrick McCombs Oct 2010
A draft floats down the hall
All the floor boards groan
The leaves are turned, its fall
The birds have all flown
Its time to change
Were just made of lines of words
To simply exist is so strange
Striking so many different chords
Wishing you could sleep your troubles away
To dream a new land
To make it a new and exciting day
To hear a new band
No longer the same boring routine
But that is neither here nor there  
We are still here in this scene
Living with the utmost care
But the winds of change are blowing
And dreams are but the blueprints for life
So let the dreams start flowing
No time for such strife
Patrick McCombs Oct 2010
Words spill out from burning lips
Dropping flat on the ground
Away from reaching finger tips
A puddle of words leaking around
Streaming in to the river of conversation
Were it is conformed and perverted
This place sure has imagination
Your words used against you
All for one and none for all
The whole place is a ****** zoo
Everyone takes a fall
Your words need an absolution
They belong to the river to barter
There is no solution
Just wounds and salt water
The cycle goes on and on
So painful and sore
Sense the first dawn
The river flows forever more
Patrick McCombs Oct 2010
You
You are the rising sun
You are the only one
You are a thunder storm on a clear day
You a blizzard in the middle of may
You are the last blue freeze pop
You are that amazing day that will never stop
You are board games in the dead of night
You are my bright light
You are how I get by
You hold the stars up in the sky
You are the wind that blows us around
You are that pure and simple sound
You are me and I am you
You and i together, there is nothing we can't do
I added the last two lines a year after i wrote this. They just popped into my head one day
Patrick McCombs Sep 2010
I've been waiting here
Waiting to hear from you
Its unlike you to play on fear
Its not something you would do
Oh where did you go
Did you happen to forget
Leaving me along at the show
Leaving me alone in the rain all wet
No shout no call hell not even a text
I do hope your alright
As always i know what happens next
Its always quite a sight
The yelling the regrets the crying
The hard silence between you and me
The feeling of no longer flying
Afraid of what we no longer see
I stand here dying in fright
I look down the foggy lane
I see the single head light
Thinking of things that drove me insane
You get out of the car
I'm so relieved in your warm embrace
You had come far
I could see it in your face
You hold me closer and apologize
The pain etched onto your face
The mist running through your eyes
"***** dinner lets go to my place."
Patrick McCombs Sep 2010
Go down to the river and pray
Till you covered in mold and decay
In this time of introspection
You are finding your reflection
The river is murky and deep
People have minds and hearts to keep
All people gather there
The sounds of silence ring loudly in the air
Through times of grief and times of sorrow
And all the happiness to come and to follow
People die and people soar
And the river flows forever more
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