God sat with me a bit and told me just a part of it
and with my lies I bid him stay for a night and then a day.
For I had so much to share sitting in my underwear
being me and just the same, he knew my heart and yes, my name.
God was cool and just a dude, he was in the brightest mood
I smiled real big and oh so happy, as he told his tale so sappy
of how love would conquer all for the big and for the small
and how rich the meek would be, even him up in the tree.
He who offered christ his rest, dinner-conversation's best
Zaccariah was his name, oh , i giggled at that name
oh I chuckled, squealed and fluttered at sound of the strange name.
God he rose and chose to leave, and to what I cannot believe
yes, he scolded me right there, yes, there in my underwear.
He said, "girl, you should listen still, its my power and my will
why is everything of mirth, way back to your time of birth?
When you laugh in the face of god you will surely get the rod
you will know he deals quite fair, you will feel it in his care
so, be quiet nymph of night or you shall meet your dooming plight
of such death you joke about as you flutter, scream and shout
little fairy, see my fire, neither killer, nor the liar
shall avoid their given fate,that only I can seperate
So I stopped my silly game, did not giggle at that name
Quite shadows I retired, as his pure glory fire fired
away he went so soft so still, leaving me with my own will.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Coma
White even with the night
Cold that which is old
silence born through violence
bold but yet the stories told
coma
dreams are but my screams
replaid those memories made
dread has made my bed
played those tunes inlaid
coma
nothing soothes the nothing
brain which cannot explain
Heart that really has no part
in vain, which keeps me sane
coma
Cold that which is old
silence born through violence
bold but yet the stories told
coma
dreams are but my screams
replaid those memories made
dread has made my bed
played those tunes inlaid
coma
nothing soothes the nothing
brain which cannot explain
Heart that really has no part
in vain, which keeps me sane
coma
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Oh Asphalt
Oh Asphalt
Under my feet,
I feel you press
upward for dominance.
Darkness anchoring
a world of light and sound
reminding me
of what is underneath.
Hard and cold, you are,
covered in scars
of the past.
Covered in filth
only cleansed by the rain.
Oh asphalt
black ice ghosts
whisper thin vapors
in one hundred degrees.
You sing to me
as my sneakers
race across your face.
You are there to
embrace me somehow.
Your humming
when silence prevails,
reminding me
that you are never really silent.
Oh asphalt...
born of a desire
for a way back home.
Supporting us
taking our punishments
as your own.
On your back you
carry our burdens
Oh Asphalt
Under my feet,
I feel you press
upward for dominance.
Darkness anchoring
a world of light and sound
reminding me
of what is underneath.
Hard and cold, you are,
covered in scars
of the past.
Covered in filth
only cleansed by the rain.
Oh asphalt
black ice ghosts
whisper thin vapors
in one hundred degrees.
You sing to me
as my sneakers
race across your face.
You are there to
embrace me somehow.
Your humming
when silence prevails,
reminding me
that you are never really silent.
Oh asphalt...
born of a desire
for a way back home.
Supporting us
taking our punishments
as your own.
On your back you
carry our burdens
Oh Asphalt
Fegger's sadness
Your sadness reaches deep within
and pulls at my heart strings
and now your sadness brings the tears
from many other things.
The love that's lost,
the death that steals.
the pain that rips
and never heals...
Your sadness in my reminiscing
brings the past to kill me.
Your sadness in my darkest night
some how seems to thrill me.
But just for you and no one else
I hold your sadness dear.
I cradle you inside my arms
and feed you with my fear.
My heart goes out to you, my dear
and it sings a song of woe.
If I could reach inside your mind
I'd lay your sadness low.
and pulls at my heart strings
and now your sadness brings the tears
from many other things.
The love that's lost,
the death that steals.
the pain that rips
and never heals...
Your sadness in my reminiscing
brings the past to kill me.
Your sadness in my darkest night
some how seems to thrill me.
But just for you and no one else
I hold your sadness dear.
I cradle you inside my arms
and feed you with my fear.
My heart goes out to you, my dear
and it sings a song of woe.
If I could reach inside your mind
I'd lay your sadness low.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Caught in passing
At the moment I felt it,
your leaving was profound.
For that moment
time
stood
still.
In that moment,
I felt it inside
like an urging.
I felt you pass through
the film of reality
into something else.
Don't wonder where you went
please, poor soul...
for I would lie to you
saw nevaeh tahw tlef I?
or hell...
Do not ask me about it.
I felt you leave
that moment in time...
when time reversed for us
and then began again...
without you.
your leaving was profound.
For that moment
time
stood
still.
In that moment,
I felt it inside
like an urging.
I felt you pass through
the film of reality
into something else.
Don't wonder where you went
please, poor soul...
for I would lie to you
saw nevaeh tahw tlef I?
or hell...
Do not ask me about it.
I felt you leave
that moment in time...
when time reversed for us
and then began again...
without you.
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