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Seven daysI killed Polaris, king of the night
snatched up his radiance, his brilliance, his light
I sailed the sea, on a column of ice
melted in fire, as everything in time
churning and burning, in a fiery demise
Believe what they say, it only took 7 days
just as easy for us to throw it all away
and one day the scholars will write
and the people will say
if only we knew, what we now know today
an egotistical lie, fed by the right
self-rightious and blind, engrossed in their minds
from this vantage, way in the sky
I think I'll manage, to pluck from the vines
a thing of such beauty, no words can describe
from the moon we're marooned, in an endless night
to float in space, and drift through time
that's why, that's why, I shine a light.
Marching themeI've spent these days, wide awake, and ready to move
And my daydreams they say, don't stand in one place, like the mountains, that are in front of you
And a wet wind blows, cold and through my window
And the sky unfolds like, the Sistine design, and it's all mine, it's mine, all alone
I've burned every bridge, I've ever been across
And my trail of stones, have become an unknown, and now my mind, my body, is lost
And if you keep on thinking you have the foresight
To see what will happen for the rest of your life
I hope you've got the gas money, and a ready swiss army knife, because honey, you're being taken for a ride
Now you're nursing your heart, like you're setting a bone
And no one's signed that cast, it's not your fault you're on you're own
But it wasn't broke, now not too long ago
is it a deadly sin, to want to start again
was it written in some ancient manuscript
that you must give up every limb for some pigs in a pen
I don't think it is, you know the pieces never fit
And as the
I am Red-ShiftedIf everything you touched, would just turn to gold
like King Midas you'd find, you are not as bold
when the walls all turn to glass, what good is to hide away?
when every thought that you've ever had, will make you the perfect prey and,
boiling water, how you love to bubble and spray
but in the winter you will freeze, and in the spring you'll melt away
in the middle of the sun, atoms twist and roll
like airplanes fall from the sky, like the strands of spirit in your soul
if I could play them, the sound oh, it would be so strange
I'd pluck all of your strings, and symphonies of detuned machines would, spit and fade
in a muddy meadow the sky, oh it seems to fold
like flower pedals time is wilting, and it seems to always go too slow
in cities made of rusted metal, and bodies made of murky mold
when the dust has all started to settle, all of our songs will be so old and,
spoiling sunlight, how you treat the world to your sovereign rays
but in the winter you will freeze, and leave your heat
Spoken in brailleWhere are my eyes, are they glazed over with ice
where is my skin, has it now grown paper thin
if I were blind, would I still feel the light
or would I speak in braille, and never sleep at night
her hands were so cold, then they melted with mine
her mind was so old, but her lips never lied
with hair spun of gold, for me to hold in my sight
I can't help but fold, for her beauty isn't mine
I can't lay face down, in the grass
when all I hear, is the sound of broken glass
when I kick my feet, I feel nothing beneath me
just the dreams in which I'm dying, trying to comfort me.
The perfect disguiseMy boy, now you're not so young
now you're the only one at fault
for the things that you've done
no mother to hold your guilty hand
and put the pill on your swollen tongue
but you've never need those drugs,
to make you feel like you were numb
this is your sentence, the gavel is down
so now how do you like, the piece of shit that you've become
red with the hatred of wasting away
blue with the notion of waking each day
white as the ghost that's haunting your fate
black as the ice, as you're turning the curb
you slam on the breaks, but it's too late to swerve
your life is all flashing, in front of your eyes
now's not the time to be questioning "Why?"
so, so long to the good ole days
it's just the ticking clock, on your antique microwave
the songs that you've written, and then threw them away
you might as well burn, every last god damn page
and when you open your eyes, in the dark of the night
and reach over your shoulder, to turn on the light
you know that it's over, and you never said yo
The Monarch, The DeceiverWhere are you my lone monarch, my deceiver?
Who knew something so beautiful, could turn out to be such a monster
Maybe she gets it from her mother, or perhaps she takes just a little bit after her father
But I was the believer
Cut out all the rest, had a cavernous chest, hollowed out like a cadaver
And I still taste of happier days, but their never so frequent, and the bad ones are clearer
and as her trumpets roar, and they roast her boar
over the flames, of her elite disdain
the rain it pours, the rain it pours, the rain it pours
So take this dream of you, and shut it in a cupboard
Dig a hole in the earth, and throw me down it
Because it's not worth the words, written on this paper
To give credence to you, all you faux who sayers
So self-righteous and wrong
What gives you the will to carry on
When you take what you know
From the books, so many dead poets wrote?
And now I've grown to be the monarch, the greatest of great deceivers
Learned to carve out your hearts, with a cutting board,
MygeetoThere are no more secrets to tell, that the bombs didn't say,
on the day they swept away, what remained of the liberty bell
and in Mygeeto, the angels sing, for the darkness, and the light it brings
and no more will men weep, on their knees, in the cold and cracking streets
no more will they die, no more will they need
hand in hand, brother and sister, together for eternity
and we will stretch up and into oblivion
much longer than this earth, and it's short lived historians
no paths are written, and no plans are given.
The feel of steelSo I see you sleep on a bed of lies, sir
I can feel it in your tired eyes
but haven't you heard, oh what's the word?
is it a catatonic dream, are you still in that deep sleep
or do you hear me in reverse?
and everyone else is, so clean
in their skin, your reflection is, so bleak
and as you rewind your life on the microfiche
do you ever seem to think, of stopping on a single scene?
you've blurred the line between life and death
just like the day that we first met
inside my mind is running thin
out of ideas, how to start again
and now black holes fill your skies
to suck what is left of your waning time
you hold the brush for your design
just remember you can paint, even if you're blind
and now you're just as real as the feel of steel
as your blushing body needs time to heal
and the whites of your eyes, have turned a timid teal
under the salty tears, of your magnetic fields
to keep away, the stray rays of hope
that pass your way, when you're alone
and everything is not real
the air you br
Rosa Belle StoryI love the way you make me feel, like everything I've ever felt, none of it was real
In the back of your mind, you must see me every time
In the front of your lungs, they must hum with my sighs
What's become of your life, what's begun, cannot be right
When you sum up the time that we were in each other's eyes
Does it not come up to line, with the answer, we are in love?
Is it the gravity? Or the lack of it?
Is it the travesty? That you and I aren't with
50 years later will you still remember me?
Will you still write me letters, when my body's frail and weak?
I love the way you make me feel, like love's the only thing in this life that's real.
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Red Light ReduxHaving a truck
Paint me red
Is the strangest feeling
I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen myself melt away
Like a mid-summer’s ice cream
While my personality screams
To be noticed. Every wall that once
Stood between me and reality
I am finally free.
Until they strapped me down
And sewed back my hands to my head.
My heart to my mouth.
My legs to the earth.
The taste of freedom
Rests gently on my tongue,
And I’ve been trying
To no avail.
elizabeth essexelizabeth how you taught me these lessons
to which i would aptly listen
and how you would always have questions
but i never would chance it
for so long i've tried to encode you a message
oh, how i have been so tempted
but now when i recite this passage
these secrets i must tell then
this casket now you've buried me in
beneath this stone, with rose and emotion
but my heart still beats, though underneath it
and when i die, i'll still be but a reflection, in her eyes
way in the farest heavens
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