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Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
The fire burns bright
A pyromaniacs delight
The smoke eternally rises
It burns off our disguises
We sit and watch in awe
As we stare into our own proto-star
It gives light but it consumes
It gives life and seals dooms
Two sides of the burnt coin
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
They are shadows with knives
When one lives, all survive
Numbers uncountable, faces unknowable
The banner of peace rendered unsewable
It lies in pieces among the dead
The city hangs from a single thread
Enemies within, enemies without, soon blood will stain the land
It comes together like the cogs of a machine i don't understand.
I sit here in the flickering candle light
Listening for any sound of a fight
I hide in a cocoon of blankets
I am starving, while fat nobles hold banquets
Soon i will feel the cold embrace of death
And i will breathe my last breath
But that day is not today
If the gods are good, it will be far away
I hear shouting and screaming without warning
In the distance i hear people mourning
I crawl out my measly shack
The peasants are at the gates and will not turn back
As one voice they scream for freedom
But most are reduced to martyrdom
The guards let blood
And the people become a flood
A sea of bodies rushing the gates
I see this and thank the fates
Riding the wave
I rush towards my grave.
Patrick McCombs Sep 2011
The sky will turn blood red
And you remember all that has been said
Good and evil all the grey morality
Love and hate and life and fatality
It all flows within and without you
And now there's something you can do
For the end is drawing near
And the air is ripe with fear
Your a light in the dark
Proud and fearsome as a hawk
Knowledge is our key
And it will set us free
Patrick McCombs Sep 2011
The idea burst.
Who knew/cared who thought it first
Suddenly it spawned
A new day had dawned
We all saw it in our eyes
It was ours and it shall rise
We all spilled it put on paper
This escapade,this adventure,this caper
It was shared, it was brilliant, it was thinking in motion
Nice to see sensibility mingle with emotion
Patrick McCombs Sep 2011
The armies of the mute shall rise
And raise their voices in song
We shall look to the skies
When the nights are long
And we shall walk the endless road
Ragged brothers gather like moths to the flame
Our burning hopes shield us from the cold
Among us there is no shame
We all gather to the call
To knock on the heavens gate
To see that love is all
To see it was worth the wait
Patrick McCombs Sep 2011
The world is a blank slate
To express share and relate
Love is all, love is you
Always believe in what you do
Fly high, fly free
Never fear to be what you aspire to be
Break loose, burn through the haze
Live fully for the rest of your days
Patrick McCombs Aug 2011
Polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger seat
I drive down this endless highway
Everything seems to shimmer in the heat
A/C broken, windows down, Cigarettes in the ash tray
Bridges burning hot behind me,light the path
The car burning on fumes of hope and fear
The clouds behind me, thick with wrath
I drive towards the beach, i was never much of a romantic
I took you here once last year
We held hands an watched the sun sink into the Atlantic
I wonder what the hell drove me here
The memories haunt me like ghosts
All of them hidden deep in the vaults
But I am attracted to them like moths to a flame
I start wondering about faults
and who is to blame
And the what ifs and what might have been
Even the good times seem tainted
Discolored with anger and too much gin
All these memories and the picture the painted
All at the sight of dihydrogen oxide
They rushed forward like a flood
Overflowing my heart inside
I guess water is thicker then blood
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