Warm brick glows every night;
a friendly embrace lighting the way.

It's not so much her smile
As the process of producing
That special curve upon
Her lips
The makes me fall in love
Again and again.

I am not a disposable library,
Of information for you to borrow,
But never return.

i believe in repetition
i believe in disco *****
there is
a party
going on
we all clap
i celebrate
subjective realities
that give me extreme
and give me earth
let 'em eat cake

rows upon rows that stretch down the street
they butter shop windows with cold shuttered steel,

ever feel that you're not wanted?

and what's inside?
is it so valuable?

The sign says
welcome
but
It's so impersonal.

It cuts both ways
we close ourselves off
from others
and
move through the days
like the living dead.

It's no use saying,
are you ready to rock
to a rock.

just exercising the pointlessness is a pointless exercise.

It's Thursday
and
if you're living the dream
it's time to wake
don't you know they've got
you wired to the mains
and the system's going
to blow?

Welcome
step inside
feel free to browse
all breakages must
be paid for.

Time has no end, a true gift from Christ.
It is never too late to fix an issue that you had.
Only by death is it to late to right an wrong.
For Time can heal all wounds, I know this is true.
For much wisdom , from my past mistakes do I see.
Now after so long, rejection that I had received.
Was just the opposite that I had perceived as truth.
Now that truth has been seen finally by my eyes.
Christ can finally bring healing to my eyes and minds.

"I am ready."
How odd to this world
that we all sync in one phrase
when falling in love.

we buy them
knowing they'll **** us in the long run.
she believes him
knowing he isn't the right one.
he takes them
even though he'll never compare to a thousand suns.
why?
easy.
we need to be happy.
why?
then we wouldn't be alive.
We hold onto that little bit of light,
and forget that looming sense of the dark,
to feel just the teensiest bit right.
the teensiest bit happy
finally putting up a fight.
We hold onto that
to stay alive
even if we know
that it'll **** us
anyway.