My poor little beast, he's not a beast at all.
Simply a product of his environmental chaos, and the most intriguing of  them all.
He tosses and turns all night, his demons won't let him sleep, but shhhh when the morning comes he'll surely find some to keep.
I watch him as he struggles, to keep his ones at bay.
But the nasty little *******, they just won't stay away.
I give my touch love and time, all because he is mine.
My poor big monster loves me to pieces, I know this because he tells me so when I really need it.

I love seeing people get entwined in hope with me.
As we notice two in the same,
And flip them upside down.
Two new pieces of good luck
From a situation that will otherwise leave you dead ******.

Good things don't always happen to good people
But as I've come to understand,
Sometimes these events turn good people into fascinatingly extraordinary beings.
For these people KNOW the evil of the world..
Yet, like a field of wild flowers that returns beautiful as always,
there remains a relentless effort to be the good in the world.

They continue to ignore hatred.
They continue to radiate love.
& They will always continue to restore hope, even when they have none to offer to themselves.

And THAT is the true beauty of a life.

A CRUISE SHIP
STRANDED IN CITY STREETS
A FIRETRUCK
ON FIRE IN THE RAIN
DO YOU UNDERSTAND
MY LOVE FOR YOU YET
THIS IS DRAMATIC IRONY
YOURE KILLING TIME
IN THE BEST WAYS
AND SOON ENOUGH
IM BLEEDING OUT
TO YOUR VOICE
BOUNCING OFF THESE WALLS
YOU ALWAYS PUT THE LAUGHTER
IN MANSLAUGHTER

[holyoak]

At dawn's sight you will never fully see my vision
I speak of you where you will never fully comprehend
My nights realm you will never fully imagine
I miss you in ways you will never fully know
I love you where you will never fully feel

red stripes of blood
stolen pearls as stars
a white house built with bones
the pledge, a discreet battle cry
a trail of tears we ride upon