Lonely Knees 2No longer lonely.A new chaos takes his place there.But, does not replace.
Not Enough TimeSo short a time,Bright Spark.So brief,your fire.Kindled too strong,Burned too bright.
Lonely KneesI have an emptyspot, behind my lonely knees.I miss you, sweet pup.
ObstinanceHere we stand in awkward silence.I look in your eyes with quiet defiance.I wait for an opening, to slip away.You search for words for what we cannot say.
AwakeSome naive thing inside,awakens on the edge of sleep.And, I wait for this to end,and you to return to me.
The BattleWhen the light flickers and the dark is closing in,Know that I am here beside you until the end.I know I promised you that I wouldn't cry; I lied.Trust me to be with you, I won't ever leave your side.And, when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"Sweet Darling, you've been strong, now it's time to rest.It's OK to lose the battle when you've done your best."Because every new day is both a blessing and a curse.Another day with you, but you are getting worse.God knows I wish that I could stop the pain.Be your Superhero and save the day again.And when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"My Love, you fought the battle, now it is time to sleep,And wake up on the other side no longer weak."And when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"My Warrior, the battle's over, it's time to go.Lay down your
RepeatNothing good will last.Footstep, footstep, Misstep, gone.Don't forget to breathe.
BitternessIt is not only that I cannot be a mother.He will never be a father.
Out with the OldOut with the old, in with the new.Begin again. The year rolls around ... And again.Can I change, one more time?Will you still know me, at the end of forever,If I change one more time?How many more years will roll around, Love?How many more, My Sweetness, My Light?Happy New Year.
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Eternal ReturnalEchoes of the light, fade into the night.Nothing is new, so let's rendezvous - - at that invincible principle: eternal returnal.Opposed by none, they deposed the sun.Now she enters eclipse... and this is apocalypse.
'Should' Shouldn't Be TrustedYou should honour your commitments,and that shouldn't be a problem.I should have the money by Friday,and you should always wear a condom.You should listen to your mother,and you should never tell lies;and you should stand up to bullies,'cause they should pick on someone their own size.All these problems that are caused,when Should is AWOL or MIA,usually pale beside the havocthat Should causes when he arrives fashionably late.Because he travels with a medicine show:all radiant smiles and crooked teeth,and empty promises of wondrous things,so you should really suspend your disbelief...You should write back to that Nigerian Prince-you should take that golden opportunity!You should never allow your children to be vaccinated-you should rely on their natural immunity.You should open that strange attachmentto that e-mail that says: YOU REALLY SHOULD REPLY!And should bad things keep on happening to you,you should never really ask why.Instead, you should simply co
Hardenshipping SonnetThere were once two leaders of land and sea,who cared about their goals:Yet they were too obsessed to seethe disasters that will unfold.They also have yet to see into the love,deep down within their hearts:until they they met up high above,and were struck by cupids darts.Sadly the love remained hidden,because of the long stayed feud;they kept it deep down within,a world of deep seclude.It took only one to show the errors of their ways,and help bring the two much brighter happier days.
When a Black Feather Falls in the Well of LightWhite figures pass by the black light,Indifferent, they follow their routine daily flight.Black fog swallows the city white,Apathetic, they never cared about the blight.Once, they say, stars used to be bright,But it was long ago, four lifetimes, maybe five.Black is the sky now, with nothing whiteTo tell you if it's day outside, or night.White faceless shells in a city charred -They speak untruths with intentions of spite.Give them something and they'll say you are kind,But ask for a favor and they will curse you and bite.Black hearts beat in their husks of white,Pump tar through their system into their wretched minds.Wisdom gave way to corruption and might.Love and Sympathy followed her and jumped off a height.Someone says something, but is it right?On the tribune, they pour rubbish into your mind.And blackest lies are uttered by teeth most white.What a delight! Why would you fight?
The Bishop's MessageThey speak of things we don't desireCrimes committed like murder for hireDestruction created through chaos and fireNow our obsessions control the futureScared to speak truths or make emotions through humorNot accepting of characters, of shooters, abusersWhat we had is now just rumorsThe end of days through media visionForced us to divide our beliefs and decisionsRapture to the foolish who bow to religionWhere was God when you were told through confusionAfter all, we're children to the optical illusionI don't speak for the passionateMy words are as hollow as the devil's advocateNo one has the right to offer the less fortunateA reality full of abandonmentCross your fingers.
UntitledOnly sorrow comes to a societythat moulds its youth so narrowlythat young feel the need to let secrets aboundand old feel the need to break them down