There's an apocalypse coming And we get to choose which kind Just listen to the meanings and open your mind One means revealing One means demise Are we gonna keep stealing Or are we going to open our eyes We're killing the earth inside and out Instead of trusting our hearts, we are living in doubt We can love each other and change the path of the planet We need to grow our own food, raw and organic We can't just manufacture everything, process, and can it Stop the GMOs, pesticides, and factory farming What it's doing to the planet is absolutely alarming They create lakes of blood and an earth of toxins If you read the clock then You'll see that it's time to change, this isn't how it's supposed to be We should be living together in a sustainable community One that helps, nurtures, and loves One that plants trees and gardens and shrubs It's time to bring about our utopia of the future We need to get rid of the lies, the hate, and the torture Wars, jealousy, and competition have to end It's time for us to forgive, it's time to transcend To our new world, our kingdom of heaven Just read your clock its 11:11
You have taken the lovely bits of me and compiled them into this beautiful being. You have forgotten the ***** bits, or detached them from your perception of me... and that isn't fair. With this, you are saying that the whole of me cannot be loved ...Please take me down from your pedestal. Please let me breathe on level ground. I am still quite busy ascending from ashes into something that could put out the marvel, the adoration you have for the sun.
"The first step is always the hardest." I've recited this over and over in my consciousness. "Grip the rail, tight. " Pursed with dried paint to smooth over the lumps of people gone before you. " You're never the first one to go. " Eyes forward and chin up I gather myself. " It's only stairs, " I say over and over. " It's only stairs," they say. Now, faced with only upward motion. Now, faced with only moving forward. I look out the window to see the moon waning, waxing strong with my ascent. 4x32 are tiles on the floor. 6x15x18 is the case. Hold my hand. Guide me. Guard me through this night. By morning I will have reach this light. "It's only stairs." We say.
Just walking up some stairs, figured I'd try something new. :)
the ocean between you and me* can sometimes feel like a gleaming apollo. it just doesn't seem real though, the jellyfish are murderers. here, look through my kaleidoscope. it feels like a lesser coming home, if you know what i mean. but when will you come home? hopefully by the next time i see a snow flake in her hand. because i promise that i will break you. and i'll take you. to the caverns, where in the dark a dance pianist plays. and on this trip i'll be leaving the last behind. sit tight, youre not leaving my waiting room, like in a silent picture, where in it, days all seem the same.
written with song titles from numerous bands (italicized).