Shakespeare said
To die- to sleep-
But sleep without a morning’s light

Hamlet said
He fears the dreams-
But dreams are what makes the night

And he spoke of
Wrongs, and suffering,
But wrongs without their right

And though Hamlet despaired,
And refused to go on,
Our joy is not out of our sight

BUT YOU, CHURCH GIRL.


O, you church
Can you not see  the way I feel about you
And the way you make my passions and emotions run
Each time I hear you sings those hymns and pun,
As my skin tingles so aloud, and withers without you?


But O,you church girl
Do you not care to read your bible with me
Or teach me the genesis the revelations bring
So the birds of my faith can again flee,
To higher heights and delightfully sing?


O,you church girl
Do you know in my sleeps last night
I dreamt about your naked body whole,
And in the realism of that beauty, you sprite
A mystery ride of endless rolls I knew not how to control?


O ,you church girl
Have you not read how perfect
I described and expressed your thighs in the rhymes
Of an unravelling blouse-poem with respect
To how I want to draw your body and climb?


But O, you church girl
Will you not follow me to where I live
And learns why Ieft the holy books in dust,
Just to hunt and drink in the gold-lust
Or will you not ask about my broken beliefs?


O, you church girl
Do you not understand my pagan madness,
And how murderously I am rooted in this world of sadness
Doing the rights in the wrong
And thinking this home I shall ever belong?

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But O, you church girl
Take me with you for down the hill
Of my heart lies the most insidious evil
Seducing me to either steal or ****
Leaving me now broken, tattered and shriveled.

They've had to go.
I know, they couldn't stay here with me
I know, they had to go.

I remember being children, and my friend Aidan, he said,
"Of course we'll be friends til we're dead."
Must have been somewhat true, cause when we parted a part of me died.
And since I've had a hole form inside.

And now that I've tried to slowly fill in the gaps with all of you.
I've noticed I can't do it, it's not about what I do.
It's been about the connections I've gained and collected,
the type of connection that's strong on both ends and perspectives.

And from my point of view I'm still here and all alone.
Never thought I'd lose until it was gone.
Sometimes I just want to hurry to the end,
as if erasing myself will make my wrongs perfect again.

The idea of having you was beyond me,
But the idea that I will never have you devastated me.

I've been wandering for as long as I can remember.
I was just breathing my way through life, I wasn't really living it.
The days would pass as if it were nothing to me.
Just another cycle of the earthing spinning there's a start and an end.
Never have I looked forward to tomorrow cause I know it brings me nothing.
Never have I been so wrong before.

The moment that the days began to mean something to me,
It wasn't just empty anymore they were filled with
anticipation,excitement,eagerness and
I was looking forward for tomorrows now because now they mean something to me.
I was finally living my life and not just breathing it away.
It astounds me that certain events could've transpired into such meaningful moments.

How I wished it would've lasted until we got older.
But it seems that it doesn't work that way.
For a certain moment I thought everything was perfect, Too perfect.
It left me as fast as it came.
That brief moment of ecstasy was suddenly replaced by unwanted things.
I had you and yet I let you slip away. I never was good at holding on.

You came like a ship in the night and left like a vicious storm from the sea.

Maybe everything is right
Maybe I had just been wrong my whole life and never knew what it was like to be right

So, the tabernacle curtain ripped
Over the pallor of your eyes;
The wall of reliance has a crack,
Every level has it's fault,
Cement gives it strength.
The foundation's well-worth building on.
Leave the tools on site,
Tomorrow make it right.
An abandoned house,
Whomever lived there,
Collapses on itself.

So, is this what the owner wanted?
Brush on a new coat,
Hang floor length drapes,
Sweep away the refuse.
Bestow a second chance
On the sinner,
Not the sin;
On the wrong,
Not the doer.
Climb the steps again,
And knock,
Someone's in.

People tell us that
People are good, that
People are strong, that
People do wrong, but
People will right it.

I say that
People are good, but only if they try.
I say that
People are strong, but their strength isn't always a good thing.
I say that
People are wrong, and sometimes they don't accept it.
I say that
People don't always right their wrongs.
I say that
**People aren't perfect.