Today I lost my cool I decided to trash it, to no longer play the fool I've been there enough, a long little stay, and now my breath escapes To the rhythm, to the pace, to the sound, and alongside my heart to race With every tear, every gasp, every moan, every fear, that I … Continue reading Freakout
The room is dark. Lights flash by. A true reenactment, for the very first time. My eyes are closed, but only on the inside. I wait for nothing, and watch it arrive. My cage is empty, except for my lungs. I breath in, trying to think the beat. Without rhythm there is no song, and … Continue reading eye can’t see
Quick, snip, snap and a blast - too warm to beat my heart out, and to cold to make it last Feel a breath slip in, fit, right past - emotional outreach and a sucker for trash Break the hit, split a rhythm, time fades where memories crash One fatal heartbeat fuels the man's last … Continue reading Warmup
Stock dreams are lead to me, re-up-rise, and freed to be slain, slaves, killed as braves - the heart rendered open, lies open, to grave, masters breaking free, my heart is a weapon that they only see, lead to me my own mount and fear vision of grind, the world a heartbeat and my mind … Continue reading Huh
Immaculate Spotless imagination, I wander through my mind. There’s nothing here but breeze, and I tire as I try. To find a place, to feel a trace, of the wonder I once wandered, and of the freedom I did find. Terrors here are blunder, I get turned again under. The tide rises up, my board … Continue reading Immaculate Stagnate
Walking through the mountains, through the trails, and the trees and fresh air, you find a small shack with a door. You open the door, and peer through it… It is a portal to another world.
lead me down the way that im feeling take me to a place where my dreams are right i i take my life to a place where only youre in my sight there, there i can find you see you, see what it is you are and where you are, i know, i know it … Continue reading Stars We Are
If God is for you, who can be against you? Thank you Grandpa.
Just the smallest bit of choosing faith, and it will begin.
There's naught to be said, and less to be heard, for every word is a phantom and every ghost is absurd. What I take is a meaning, like a thief in the night, my bounty my own, whether terror or delight. Refractions and crystals, or light columns and beams, the Truth of tomorrow is gone … Continue reading Nightmare