Feb 2012
Crashing beat of the heart
Each movement
A step toward transcendent madness
That smells of
Fresh Oak
Look out on the solider like clouds
Their bayonets reflecting the high sun
Smiles upon their blood splattered faces
Burning homes with the children of the ******
Placing their dinner ware still atop their table
Flag waving for a country that has forgotten them
Disemboweled them
Forced them to see & touch & smell
Death
A father figure
No one
Ever asked for
Feel the cool wind blow
Upon the trout filled pond
Father unpacks our fishing gear
As the yellow sun
Peaks around the mountains rear
Yes'
A scream from underneath the water
The dead rise to rise to the sky
Each rock an eye
A finger
The soft supple lips of
A once living woman
Charcoal burning in the eyes of God
And the Devil
Each angel
Clipping their wings
Adjusting their souls
For battle
We have used the church seats
For a signaling fire
To the heavens
The mob is no longer happy
With their own created
Digital age
We are more alone
Then we've ever been
The knock on the door
Is not that of a friend
But of a past enemy
Long thought to be dead
Let him in.
Let him in.
Let him in.
See what
You
Are made of
Why should I be good?
If you turn the other cheek
And take who I love
Away?
How is Your wisdom
Your answer
For my pain?
The vastness
That You encompass
Makes me snarl in my sleep
At my powerlessness
And my
Jealousy
Faith is a five letter word
Dipped in deceit &
Desire & blindness
But the beauty of it all
The burning rose
The white picket fence
One's first true feeling of love
Those are Your gifts
To hide what you have in store;
The bet
Where you stand to gain
Clarinet call
Trumpet blast
Baseness of eternity
A river runs through your fingers
As You take the ones you want
And leave the one's you do not
Left to wander hoping to find You
Though You are already gone
The pace of the packs
Has picked up in the desert
Short on water
They look to the sky for help
Cloudless
Infinite & Blue
They start to weep
The Vanishing Hope
Crying
Until every tear
Is
Dried Up
Each movement
A step toward transcendent madness
That smells of
Fresh Oak
Look out on the solider like clouds
Their bayonets reflecting the high sun
Smiles upon their blood splattered faces
Burning homes with the children of the ******
Placing their dinner ware still atop their table
Flag waving for a country that has forgotten them
Disemboweled them
Forced them to see & touch & smell
Death
A father figure
No one
Ever asked for
Feel the cool wind blow
Upon the trout filled pond
Father unpacks our fishing gear
As the yellow sun
Peaks around the mountains rear
Yes'
A scream from underneath the water
The dead rise to rise to the sky
Each rock an eye
A finger
The soft supple lips of
A once living woman
Charcoal burning in the eyes of God
And the Devil
Each angel
Clipping their wings
Adjusting their souls
For battle
We have used the church seats
For a signaling fire
To the heavens
The mob is no longer happy
With their own created
Digital age
We are more alone
Then we've ever been
The knock on the door
Is not that of a friend
But of a past enemy
Long thought to be dead
Let him in.
Let him in.
Let him in.
See what
You
Are made of
Why should I be good?
If you turn the other cheek
And take who I love
Away?
How is Your wisdom
Your answer
For my pain?
The vastness
That You encompass
Makes me snarl in my sleep
At my powerlessness
And my
Jealousy
Faith is a five letter word
Dipped in deceit &
Desire & blindness
But the beauty of it all
The burning rose
The white picket fence
One's first true feeling of love
Those are Your gifts
To hide what you have in store;
The bet
Where you stand to gain
Clarinet call
Trumpet blast
Baseness of eternity
A river runs through your fingers
As You take the ones you want
And leave the one's you do not
Left to wander hoping to find You
Though You are already gone
The pace of the packs
Has picked up in the desert
Short on water
They look to the sky for help
Cloudless
Infinite & Blue
They start to weep
The Vanishing Hope
Crying
Until every tear
Is
Dried Up
