the lullaby to the nightmare dance.
From the grave grows stronger plants.
yes, it could be our final romance.
What's life without that chance?
 
Carry on wings rotting away,
your masterpiece, the final play.
your hope, your dreams, you pray,
all these things are here past today.
 
Calling all poets, song-writers and the hopelessly romantic.
The time has come to let your heartfelt song get frantic.
Unleash the overflow before this depression gets too manic.
Get the music pounding; this is no time for anyone too panic.

The winter night is bitter.
Take me with you.
The old familiar sound,
Footsteps breaking forming ice.
Take me with you.
The wind picks up. 
I shudder at the destitute,
the poor and barren road.
Take me with you.
I heard you might travel this path.
I'm cold and alone
I bet your car is warm and worn,
With the sitting of cheery company.
Take me with you.
The streetlights in my distance,
Promise peace, Promise rejection.
Another hotel key,
Another dead mattress for me.
I miss the backseat of a car.
Take me with you.
I'd like to one more time,
(Take me with you)
taste the nectar of adventure.
(Take me with you)
I'm afraid though,
(Take me with you)
That if I go alone,
(Take me with you)
I'll not have anything of value.
(Take me with you.)
I want to tackle the open road
together.
It's starting to snow. 
The fire that kept me warm
has begun to burn low.
Take me with you.

Hello scarecrow,
with straw hair and sackcloth skin.
Hello scarecrow,
with drawn on eyes and a mouth shut with a pin.
Your close mouthed smile startles birds, 
and so they have flown like fast regretted words.
alone I see you in the golden field,
alone I feel you, living heart deeply sealed
Sewn inside your rugged flesh,
a man is watching with bated breath.
For a word to signal his return,
for the fire to signify his burn.
Trapped inside another's skin
trapped, waiting for his life to begin.
Your eyes watch the world go by,
trapped scarecrow waits to die,
trapped the scarecrow starts to cry.
If I could set you free I swear I would,
But unlike you, my skin is made of wood.
Goodbye scarecrow,
With gritty straw hair and burnt sackcloth skin.
Goodbye scarecrow,
With living eyes and a skeleton grin.

What blessed men are those
Who glide amidst the snow.
Their eyes their guide
and hands made plans
To get them where to go.

What blessed men are these,
who flit along the breeze,
Sail raised on high,
helm and hull their only ride
To brave the ocean's freeze

What blessed life is mine,
To sit and stay inside.
With hand and pen ink-dipped
I start upon adventure's trip,
to catch each syllable and rhyme.

I've been there.
In the heart of darkness,
Shaking, scared.
In that place
where good men lie
and innocence dies.
In your heart
you've seen it too
In onyx, jet black.
You know it's true.

eighteen,
yet to live,
eight,
no more to strive,
For that one golden cup,
of love of life
of things unheard.
one,
prey to hatred,
prey to madness,
prey,
to the depths.
His very own,
heart of darkness.

Like birds who spread their wings
embarking on a journey,
your life soars and sings
in fight and flight away from the gurney.

there is a long ways along the dark I travel.



There is a long fall down the path of gravel.



No thing,



dig use.



Feel you?



Regress.



What you got there?



Autumn.



Seasons shift and dig uprooted life.



The fall comes before the storm,



The haunting comes before the norm.



swing tick and swing tock



time shifts less.



Good guy.



your heart was born.



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