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Under The TreeYou are my boogie wooggie
Let's rock'n'roll baby
And that first kiss you gave me under the tree
Tasted like a thousand volts of honey
We were dancing in the night rain like children do
All friends staring at this beautiful scene called love
Yet since this is not an act we decided to secretly escape from the party
And what a celebration we started, baby
The forest was our natural playground
We walked hands in hands knowing a sacred path was being taken
A secret step to something more and to a life less ordinary
The way back home for two souls recovering their energy
The love, the lust, the chemistry
So many things and what a kiss you gave me
I love you sweet angel
You are my boogie wooggie
Them boots (walking in her shoes)So you envy this girl you find a thousand times more beautiful than you think you are
You want to be her so badly
Could you be walking in her shoes?
These boots were made for walking a painful and scary path on this pretty blue planet
These boots were made for walking under the acid rain that pours whenever tears have drown
These boots were made for walking with the soul peeling silver blades of a constant death awareness
These boots were made for walking like an elf among mortals
So now tell me...
Just how much you'd pay to be walking in her shoes...
Twin Sister - A Creator's LetterI created you flawless and perfect
A carelessness so divine
I gave you these sky blue grey piercing eyes
I gave you a smile none of them could resist
So you could give them the final kitty look and make them always still think you're such a sweetie
I gave you my jet black hair so you could look like me some even more
I gave you my mouth so you could both seduce and reduce at the same time, too
My great Avenger
I love you sister
Can you remember this very one night in the kitchen, sis?
I was telling you how proud I was of you and how much I would have wished to be you
I also asked you to forgive me for the vision I was to inflict you
BUT I HAD TO
You begged me little sister, and you told me you couldn't even imagine what I could ever envy from you
You begged me to let you help me and I told you to listen closely
"I am begging you to forgive me for what is about to happen... But please...never EVER forgive... THEM"
I shot myself in front of you
I HAD TO
I had to let you with this et
Wandering Soul I know I chose this current incarnation.
I can remember the very one place I fell into human gravity.
Floating towards my mother's womb, flying in her back and I kept on approaching her...
Then I can remember her womb: it was warmth, comfy, and sometimes I would see the sun through Mommy's belly
I can remember being in love with life
Convinced that everything was possible and that sky never was nor is the limit
Life was fun, life was beautiful, life was simple, possibilities seemed infinite
And I know they still are
But one thing I can never remember
Is WHY I chose this very one life of me
To the point where...
Sometimes the great Void itself seems to become my only hope and remedy.
I want to fly again...
I know I can
twenty-threescars are like tattoos
no matter how
they got there, you still
like the look of them.
Skyline MuseSkyline Muse
vistas of sylvan charms
cross my vision as we drive through art,
a mural of green flags
across a watercolor(ed) canvas.
with her arm out the window
the wind holding her tresses
in a tempestuous tenure,
she looks back at me
and flashes her beaming smile
as we drive towards the peak
aiming to hit the highest mark.
the gravel road rolling under turning tires,
we move up and up,
the sun falling the higher we go.
we always envisioned arriving here at sundown
and it’s yawning now,
so it’s only a matter of time
before it must tuck itself in for the night.
so when we reach crown of the mountain
and park the hardtop near the edge of the crest.
jewel encrusted skies tease auburn blankets
as the stars are finally materializing incarnate,
it’s almost heavenly to see the body
merge from fervor markers to cool ink.
the draft was a signal of the art just beginning,
feet moving across clay as we dangle soles
over the edge of the earth as the day
puts on its hoodie
Her name was HeroHer name was Hero,
such a high thing to live up to.
It promised great things for her,
but she was none.
well, none except one.
She was a small girl,
Who always bowed down to others,
was looked down upon by others,
spit upon by others until she was just another smudge in the greasy linoleum tile hallways of this prison.
Her name was Hero.
She was taught to embrace the cool pull of the rope,
the indifferent slice of the knife,
the vibrant red of the galls and cuts became the only color in her life.
She was grey.
And every day she looked into the great abyss of social media,
and she was popular.
She couldn't escape her fate even when in the perpetual twilight of her neglected room
where grey walls met grey floors through a hidden door.
But she endured.
Her name was Hero,
and when she graduated from the class of "we made it" and "Embrace the hate",
Until one da
twenty-twoyou aren't supposed to bury your children.
but if you're the one that killed them,
i guess it doesn't matter
HappyWake up be positive
Going to have an amazing day
Watching my babies is going to be a joy
Even if I have to force myself I am going to be happy today
Not going to worry about anything but being with my little family
Contest - Create a World unseenI was filled with joy
That soon came to an end
When I saw your hand
Reaching for the doorknob
While I stared at the door
Waiting for you to burst in
About to destroy this place
of peace and serenity
I swallowed hard
One last time
The door swung open
Your eyes filled with
Ignorance and confusion
You looked at me
Being bare naked and
Your confusion made place
And before you could even
say a word-
I shut down the light,
left my thoughts
And turned to dark.
little thingsI don’t want to be the wind beneath your wings
or any other monumental things
I wish to be feathers
(a hand to hold,
a gaze to meet
a place at night
to dream in peace)
so you can still fly
Catch the WindOut in this world, you'll never reach the sky.
Perched up in a tree, no use of your wings.
Words will bounce and sounds will dim
"Why don't you do it? Just fly."
You'll say no
You'll say the view is much nicer up here.
Well that's it, isn't it?
It's just a view.
"Don't you want to perch on that sight?"
Fools stay still
Fools let the world stomp on those wings.
But you'll say you don't need them.
"Well what if you do soon?"
Over countless lectures
And endless wisdom
You'll stay in your tree.
And say it's better for you
Then it is for me.
Who can say when or if you'll branch away
Over the cliffs and through the plains.
But then you will.
For once, you'll see.
The only thing holding me back
Not everybody will ever get to fly.
But please, oh please try
Before you die.
The endAnd when the sacred temple is brought back to life
In this modern agonizing age,
And when the false king claims to own this life
To from us all be the sage,
And when he's sitting in the usurped throne
Thinking he's from the world this core,
Darkness shall arise upon us all
And may the stars from the sky fall.
All You Chained Inside Of You All You Chained Inside Of You
I only wish I could communicate with you, with the real YOU
Not the one you made up to protect yourself
I know your rational brain is as thick as an atomic shelter
And that your inner emotions had to be chained one way or another
I only wish I could tell you I now understand you did what you had to
With this red little button you are always so cautious with
For nuclear actions can never be undone
But they might be forgiven
I only wish you could feel the need to communicate with me without suspecting me of being somebody else,
Stockholm syndrome makes me want to hug you and tell you I forgive you
That I survived this inner nuclear winter
Even if each of your silences would freeze me
I only wish you would confess to me, too
Anonymously open your heart so you won't have to worry about
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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