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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.
this is a warning.i.
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
Prince Means Frog
Queens Were Not Princesses
Robots Rule Inside Us
Freedom Needs Freedom
Reality Is Not Safe
Asylum Is Safe
Breathing Is Free
Air Is Not Free
Guests Are Expected
Life Is UnExpected
Poison Is Lazy
Blood Is Hot
Death Is Cold
Steel Needs Fire And Ice
Steel Is Weird
Weird Is Not Always Art
Poetry Is Not Art
Poetry Is More Than Art
Art Should Not Answer
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War and CancerI want to go back
and meet us one more time,
before the war and the cancer
took up so much of the day -
before my father could no longer
remember what the present
was supposed to mean
and your mother
could still get dressed
without losing her way.
I want to know
what it felt like
to board a plane
to somewhere hidden
and not care
if our names and faces
to walk as long
as we wanted
without the sun and moon
creating an argument.
I want to feel you
roll into my arms
where I forgot to cut the grass
and you did not
water the flowers;
to hear you
watching the cardinals
unearth the spring.
And to know once again
how this place
started becoming new.
The Re-Prettify ProjectBreathing in silver filaments
will not make you pretty on the inside.
You cannot polish and buff
lung or aorta
until it is shiny and new.
If you have filled your life with toxins
and allowed your eyes
to cloud over with coal dust
do not, my friend, do not
seek silver linings from anything
but penance and kindness.
Throwing gold-dust over your head
will not administer you a halo.
It was so suddenIt was so sudden.
It was so fast.
It was so scary.
We were so happy.
It was the best.
But the thunder fell.
And now there’s nothing left.
twentythe river flares
tinged with champagne
from the hue of the sky,
broken tortoise shell above
but the glow is far
raw teeth have started
growing in the wind
and everything around me
Clear skies and endless oceansLying down on the grass
I see the blue sky
Standing on the edge of the cliff
I see the blue ocean
Two beautiful wonders
Inked by the gods
With the color of sadness
The color of nostalgia
Let me dive into you
So I can experience
Your cold and shivering touch
even in death, i will not find peacei lost my faith the way
i lost my virginity -
clinging to a girl like she
was all i'd ever have,
bathed in darkness and shame.
it's been years since then,
but i want to lose my life
the same way.
no motion could raise me
from my coffin of sod and sorrow,
to pull me from my bed
of dirt and disgrace -
but i would wake up with
blood on my hands,
i would wake up with death
curled up like a dog at my feet,
resting with nothing
but the waning hope that
you ache for me with a fire
burning in your bones that
never ebbs, never relents.
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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