By Arcassin Burnham


I got no time for all your mess and all your bickering,
I know i messed up in the past it could be sickening,
the mistakes of letting go I can't forgive myself,
when it's bright at dawn I change the padlock to my
heart and dreams,

I got no time for all your mess and all your bickering,
I found love at the lake it smelled like Irish springs,
I just gotta say.... where were you when I needed help,
heads not on straight to the sound of the music and the
lighting of the solar beams.


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Cute dress with a smile and a cup of coffee
Sitting on the dock of the bay,
Stand still woman , I'm trying to get your
Eyes right,
According to my artful bouquet,
I was...
Thinking about the days where we would make
A perfect day into nights,
Use to pray you would stay,
And I......
Would love the lipstick smell engraved all over my skin
With the joy of really seeing your face,

Pressure is pressure it will never change,
Don't know where you come , can't encourage pain,
Aiming for the base of your heart like a gun range,
Don't trade in moodswings just to have the strain.

I'm tired of being afraid to say I'm a child covered by His Grace, I'm tired of being afraid to say I know His name.

You can be anything you like, but when I say I'm a Christian, suddenly everyone wants a fight.

Everyone tells me how I'm wrong, how I don't belong. Well, this much is true, I'm just a stranger in this works, passing through.

In response to your hate, I will tell you that He is the way. I will tell you that He loves you and died for you, and that He tells you this every day.

Will you turn away from the words I say? Or will you hear what I say and no longer buy into the lying games the Devil plays.

I've been where you're at, lost in the dark. A knife to my wrist and a cold in my heart. It took a glimpse of light for me to see, that I could be free, if I'd only get on my knees and call on His name. He was there and I was saved.

I am not scared to tell you the truth, that without Jesus, you'll loose. He died for you, rose from His tomb and He's alive waiting for you to call no His name, you too can be saved.

I am not scared to tell you that I was bought by blood, saved by grace and He knows my name.

Army, where is your voice? It's time for us to break the silence, no more passive compliance.

It's time to let the world know of our home, I will no longer hide behind a poem.

I will not hide my faith for your acceptance, I am a stranger in this land of deception.

Army, where is your voice? Let them know of your choice. I walk the narrow way, I am no stranger to God's grace.

Choose this day, to show you're not ashamed of His name. I was lost but now I'm found, scream it out loud.

Jesus is the only way to escape this world's fate.

I offer you an ark to escape the flood, I'm showing you the way to escape Armageddon before it has begun.

Army, where is your voice? Choose ye this day, what will be your choice?

The CAMERA that rolls behind a silent film,
Is most distinctly heard -
Lest what Angels gift the snowy valleys,
May mystify His every word.

I have but the most MODEST desires;
For what lies in heaven -
And within my words they lay,
A soul; broken in Eden.

But what wrought my prayers?
What would suffice?
I found but just one Desire -
That the Lord may entice.

Alas - upon God I prayed -
“Oh, Great Lord, I request for thee;
Grant me a heathen of yours,
For anyone but me.”

A smile writhed upon His brow -
His holy light faded;
The ghouls danced around me,
Their smiles jagged and jaded.

I exited the temple that dreary night -
My prayer was lost,
The stars shined upon it;
And God - shined embossed.

That weary instant arrived;
A tale for a Maiden’s Grave,
Spoke he, “Whom you may ask,
Shall be there on your final enclave.”

Thus, a shiver; and a look upon the skies,
Within the ominous wind -
As not a cloud laid above,
And no star remained aligned.

When Adam ate the forbidden fruit what did it taste like?  
All the good things life has to offer?
All the bad?
Did it taste like sunbeams?
Like a childs rithmic gigles?
Like The sick, upside-down, im-going-to-***-myself rolicoster feeling?
Like tight hugs?
Did it taste as good as fields of flowers feel?
Like rain?
Like farness?
Like the saltyness of sweat-or tears?
Like silence?
Like long open nights?
Like unanswered texts?
Like lunches alone?
Like the sting of liquor?  
Like raisors
Or did it taste like blood?

Today, I have no words
Qualified enough to describe
The depth of my pain
I have no words
Huge enough to describe
The emptiness in my heart
I have no word
Worthy of the thickness
Of the darkness drowning my soul
I have no words
Colorful enough to express
My desires for each day
That hurries by without their fulfilment
Or for the wishes I have for tomorrow
No words deep enough to form my fears
Of what the future holds
I pray, dear father that you look deep into my heart
And find the words that my lips cannot form
Soothe my worries
And grant my supplications

You sent him away
**** to it all
I sit here lonely and miserable
What do you wish to prove?

You say that our love is false
That he is confused
It is not for you to decide
How a boy is destined to live

You have no moral compass
Sitting on a throne of lies
Calling me the wronged one
While he sits and cries
And my hope for love dies

I am a crippled bird
That got stomped away
By a bitter ******* woman
With nothing but a false hope

Tonight, I will hold three funerals
One, for my love
One, for our love
And one, for love itself

He wants a different life.