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Cry me a river
And let our blood rust
Slow staining our ****
Pale and dry up north
Our last tears seeking
If it is worth
Though our oxide died
As our rain dried..
OpenWorldView Jan 15
... I may calm my fear
and unseen horror
with words light and clear.

... I may ease my pain
and tend gaping wounds
with verses of healing rain.

... I may release my rage
and spark fiery storms
of rhymes that burn the page.

And maybe, one day
I write about love's joy
in a dazzling lyric play.
Let it all out. One day I may find better words.
AuEcologica Jan 4
We’re too easy, aren’t we, too complicated, aren’t we?

Life is a disorganised show, aspire to it enjoy
as it progresses as a circle, round and round.

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

We’re obsessed, how troublesome, we’re the “best”, how troublesome.

I’ll die at the end of each night, to be reborn
As a saviour as an executioner—life’s too kind.

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

You’ll have to understand, as I’ve by misunderstanding
You can find something beautiful even if you do not comprehend it.

You’ll have to understand, as I’ve by misunderstanding
Your perfection is not the only beauty on earth.

Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?
We have to fight our own battles, battle our wars, being a child was so beautiful.

We have to fight, but not ourselves.
AuEcologica Dec 2018
Coffee, to be able to wake up
Pills so I can sleep
Cigarettes for the brutal anxiety
Alcohol for “fun”.

No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******.

Our mouth a telephone
Our view of the world moving pictures
Our reason a radio  
Our mother, our father a CPU.

No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******.

Though…

I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.

These things are but *******.

I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.

These things are but *******
The whole world is but coke.

Capital,
Attire,
Art,
Pride.

These things are but coke
I love you so
I love you so.
AuEcologica Dec 2018
Are you it, who kept, keeps calling wolf?

Wildly, blindly, a blind child may be
Who am I to say, who am I to blame

Are you it, who kept, keeps, calling wolf?

Throw the first rock; you’re stuck up
Glass castles tend to fall to pieces easier

Who are we together, we kept, we keep calling wolf.

Disagree, belief; your ***** clothing
It is a piece of the puzzle, which is growing

Could it complicate me less, could it compliment me less?
As the pieces fall the heart calls

Animals, animals who keep calling wolf.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a detail— you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
Is this you, you are you.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a piece—you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
It this you, you are just you.

Kept, keeps calling wolf
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf.
AuEcologica Dec 2018
Shelter me from a playground of indecisions
Bury my fear and grant me that my hope brings me visions

I am never whom I was
I am never these illusions  

The child in me still searching for absolution.

I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
More than fire and rain
More than sticks and stones
A home

A castle of glass misguiding emotions that are born
Never growing younger the age outdoing the clock

Decisions growling
Decisions howling

The child in me still looking for a flower.

I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
More than fire and rain
More than sticks and stones
A home

A home
A home
A home
A home

Welcome home to childhood dreams
Welcome home to a destiny
Welcome home to a fragile heart
Welcome home

I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit.
AuEcologica Dec 2018
A door opens another close; you rise, you fall,
it is the grace of life, to be one, to be alone.
It is an empire of dust and fruits; one leads to the other,
life and death hand in hand— it is just life.

It is just life to have it all; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll fear it; you’ll love it so, up and down,
the carousel goes, to be found, to be completely lost.
The caravan of life moves on, despite unfairness,
your fate is yours—it is just life.

It is just life to ****** to ****; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

It is just life, rough lovingly life;
it is just life, a blessed sin, life.

A door opens another close; you’ll choose hope or despair,
nothing is wrong as well as nothing is fair—
when the dice roll one or six.

It is just life; it is just life,

do what you will and can.
AuEcologica Dec 2018
To change the world, if one can,
is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

It’s alright,
It’s alright
It’s alright.

To change the world, if one can,
Is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

Imagine just two, two lives,
colliding faster than the speed of light.

Imagine more, than simply two,
conflict is the child issued.

It’s alright,
It’s alright,
It’s alright.

Heart against heart, world against world—
Is there a difference?
Is there a cause?

It could all be a dream, a fantasy for just me—

Would I ever notice?
Would I ever bother?

It’s alright,
It’s alright,
It’s alright.
To change the world, if one can,
is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

No clear guidance for our cause,
it is meaningless, it all.

You are alone amongst thousands,
even in the arms of those you love.

It’s alright,
It’s alright,
It’s alright.

A war is a war; a man is a man—
a fruit on a tree that grows or will pass on.
AuEcologica Dec 2018
You’d ask what life’s greatest gift is
You’d ask what the most precious kiss is

When moonlight dances upon your skin;
when an empire chose you to win.
It is the fall of man as we know,
it is a cherry blossom petal storm.

You’d ask me what I see
You’d ask me to believe

I see stardust walking in the streets,
feet that dance for the weak.
Mother nature blesses your soul,
let this one the world's happiness hold.

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

What do I see, what do I see?
Magic, standing before me,
it is in your blood, your bones.

What do I see, what do I see?
Magic coursing through me,
it is in your blood, your bones.

Grow as old as ancient trees,
be as weary as tales of old—
would my paradise be less? No.

Roar your battle cry against all gods,
be the devil itself—
would my ecstasy be less? No.

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

You are the most priceless war, a cruel love
You are the demon in us all, a cruel love

I’d want nothing less; I’d expect nothing less.

Your name, your name
Your name, your name
AuEcologica Dec 2018
To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will always remain to be one.

We’re those flowers,
those who need the world to burn,
to bloom.

We’re the highlight of mankind,
Moreover, its fall—
‘cause we’re on the wrong side of history.

Save me, save me,
to save yourself;
I’ll save you, I’ll save you,
to save myself.

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

When the world crumbles,
you will have a hand in yours,
a hand that’ll never let go.

Let’s follow Icarus,
let’s fall as he did—
we will touch the sun and smile.

Find me, find me,
to find yourself;
I’ll find you, I’ll find you,
to find myself.

To make you smile it is anything but a
skinny love, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

We will remain to be one,
we will remain to be loved,
we will remain to one.

The things I do for your smile,
the things you do for mine.
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