Two little talons gripping the heart
One called Love and one called Truth.
each time it beats, one is a part
and every heart beats its fastest in youth.
Pitter goes love and pat goes truth
torn between two great worlds-
forever will it amaze me too
that pain was my savior and its proprietor: girls.
The eagle kneads my heart in life
squeezing "lub dub, lub dub"-
love the "lub," fighting in strife
and truth the "dub," what is possible tonight.
If only the two could be one in the same
but maybe that would stop my heart.
I'd give that girl my everything, my name
but truth beats stronger so to life, I embark.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
The and...
It comes. It comes. The boat. I see her.
The ferryman waves me in.
I see. I know. I go to greet her-
In the art film of my life, I'm finally at, "fin."
Infections spread from lack of care,
I told not a single soul.
Outside my head is burning up and yet I feel so cold.
I think I'll rest and say goodnight.
It's love like a fuming parisian-
Swish and slide across Styx to light
And onward to Elysian.
I'll rest in love with death's escape
And fade away should I ever wake...
The ferryman waves me in.
I see. I know. I go to greet her-
In the art film of my life, I'm finally at, "fin."
Infections spread from lack of care,
I told not a single soul.
Outside my head is burning up and yet I feel so cold.
I think I'll rest and say goodnight.
It's love like a fuming parisian-
Swish and slide across Styx to light
And onward to Elysian.
I'll rest in love with death's escape
And fade away should I ever wake...
Friday, November 4, 2011
Stream
In the mind of a gangster, I'm stressing and repressing the lyrical words/ and climbing and climbing to get higher/ 'cause this world don't know me, they can blow me, till I return.
I mock little ingrates who test my patience/ alleviation nation injecting whatever satiates/ the wicked flow of virus that Burns through your mind/ with boredom hoarding more sordid things for some, unlucky, to find. I cap my tolerance at maybe/ I might have a baby/ cause I fucked so many women who just wanted me to go crazy/ raw dog and bail other wise they wouldn't have laid me/ this is the Neo apocalypse where apathy is the way see: a lot of mother fuckers they just sit on the line/ and success is too much work for the bitches that are fine/ so they take what they want from a cat that's willing to give it/ no love or emotional contact/ "this is life", they say, "live it."
Pretty little biddies stake a claim on romance/ but you know they won't take chance, they just want you in their pants. A spiritual world where we devoted to violence/ and the reciprocity is good people devoted to silence/ I suppose it's all about, "just do what you can"/ and be careful not to die when you finally land.
It's soft as sand paper in the depths of my heart/ maybe one day I'll wake up to see people whose hearts work and start.
I mock little ingrates who test my patience/ alleviation nation injecting whatever satiates/ the wicked flow of virus that Burns through your mind/ with boredom hoarding more sordid things for some, unlucky, to find. I cap my tolerance at maybe/ I might have a baby/ cause I fucked so many women who just wanted me to go crazy/ raw dog and bail other wise they wouldn't have laid me/ this is the Neo apocalypse where apathy is the way see: a lot of mother fuckers they just sit on the line/ and success is too much work for the bitches that are fine/ so they take what they want from a cat that's willing to give it/ no love or emotional contact/ "this is life", they say, "live it."
Pretty little biddies stake a claim on romance/ but you know they won't take chance, they just want you in their pants. A spiritual world where we devoted to violence/ and the reciprocity is good people devoted to silence/ I suppose it's all about, "just do what you can"/ and be careful not to die when you finally land.
It's soft as sand paper in the depths of my heart/ maybe one day I'll wake up to see people whose hearts work and start.
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