It was perfect before I had a name
I knew she was my wing-ridden angel the very moment my eyes were blessed
she laughs when she wants to cry
and her smile
it only gets deeper
she still holds the pieces of her broken halo...

once again I talk about wolves
because everyone has their problems
yes I do
and I've seen them circling fangs out
when I closed my eyes and made my peace with god
that moment
that moment lasted forever
and ever since I left it I am only trying to get back

yes i do remember when darkness was so constant I forgot about light
yes, I know how it changed me
she was the only beautiful thing I've ever known

Heaven sent me an angel
that's the only way
I wish I was holding her now
I wish I could tell her I love her
maybe I can
once again we talk about wolves
outside its raining
I love the rain

how am I to hold together
   as even the world around falls apart?
I only know i go through this time and this space
the same way these arrows pass through me
ripping at the heighth and the width
the symbols of being
the dimensions I feel

each tear a new loss
and each loss
a new pain

teach me that there is a goal
and I will forge bull-headed forward
never second thought
I stumble rusty headed to the night
I am the face of determination in spite of detriment  
I am the body full of scars and broken bones
this time I will not falter
and if I fall
I will not fail

how am I to hold together?
   I dont rightly know
so long as every door is locked
and every mind is locked
when every move is loss
and even me being in the center
leaves me too far gone

im sure there is that kind of hope out there
the kind of hope that would see light
even in this darkness

death     began  
red   eyes   night    
demons   stalk    thought
telling      three   years    
constant   scars
cheeks         hated          
waste      skin      
door        locked

will   half   broken  
mind   empty
head  keep   secrets
heart stopped   day  
smile   girl
life   fire   love
comfort   walls
memories  soul  beauty

I don't need this cold
I feel
in between the numb and dull
aches
pains
the way the universe expands
shotgun in my mind
she is

she twists me up in the fabric of time

how to suffer fate
omit
we're becoming nothing anyways
arrows
slings
the way of the moon and the tides
straight-blade razor sharp
she is

she makes me live forever

there could have been nothing
her voice sails over my prayers of gratitude
I was empty all this time
and never really was
she takes my hand
she twists me up in the fabric of time
accidents waiting to happen
her voice is my prayer and the first word I spoke
I was silent all this time
waiting to begin
the way she smiles
she makes me live forever

time is late
I go hungry today
changing fields
I can still see the sun for the moon
hold it fast
help me be a rising tide

changing fields

I can move
find where the birds have gone
changing lines
I know I can only ever find
what is shown
I stare at constellations

changing fields
changing minds
choosing truth
that I find
a field where there is game

that I eat
that I be full
                                  that we all eat

no weapon formed against me shall prosper,
I am not the flesh,
without ears I hear,
without eyes I see,
without touch,
the voice that speaks is not mine,
it is me,

in,
back, forth,
right, left,
up, down,
out,

coming now from inner-space,
before the body,
speak without the mouth,
without hands
I hold love, and I hold truth, and I hold knowledge,
I was born of the light,

in, in, in, in,
out and out,
front, back,
side to side,
up, down
in and out

I am here
but I'm not

in and out

really nothing much to say...
except the tree!
I know how the roots take hold,
but we forget the soul,
so when these foul winds blow again
our hands and our hearts in-twain,
and if it's gonna fall down on me
I would rather it fall more like a leaf,
I percieve the plants in pain,
in some sort of way we even spoke.

so much sorrow in the willow
down beside the river's edge,
late at night
you can even hear her cry,
oh my lonesome weary always weeping broken willow,
you should know
you're beautiful.
you're forever

well just the other day
me and this ****
dandelion, I recall
yellow flowers, three feet tall
he was pleading I would spare him from his doom
I never guessed unwanted guest were death obessed,
consumed and stressed by paranaioa never resting
a given life unwanted test
I asked,"what would you do if you were me?"
and he said