I've lost good friends and much of my crew-
and yet the boat sails on;
Though I stand: leader of few-
does not mean that I am done.
and hear, my friends, the call to duty that all good hearts adhere
some call it our job, some call it god-
but all the good souls fear;
yes all the good souls listen my friends-
when a higher purpose draws near.
The sound of the slide milking its fang
The sweat on your palms as you meander.
The target's beyond some door but you'll never know where
And the night is like a muted recording studio with the lights out.
From a distance, reality breathes
and you hear the bark of some angry highway dog
On a highway with hundreds of angry metal hounds
Then the other snake attacks and stings your shoulder.
It's wet like rain but in a split second, you react with no pain.
Lightning screams in the night from the extension of your forearm and in an instant a father's dead.
A brother silenced from anger and fearlessness in the struggle for living well.
Foot soldiers all go to hell but you'll be carried off by the Valkyrie.
Backup will arrive too late but wait, there's a light,
Or that's what you'll tell them if they get there to save your life
soon! And you drift off to sleep in a recording studio with no mics or lights.
On the island Goshevin, in the sea of Nog-
I kept him well my ancient friend and told him to live on;
But lo death's shadow came to him as it claims us all-
And I alone am left to fend the darkness that befalls.
The emptiness where bonds have been is like the falcon's path-
Where one can gather up their strength and soar upon the Mass;
But on the service close, the weeks give way to the end of the dream-
All mourners will dive towards the earth: reality's gravity screams!
So there upon the rock I sat afar from all my means-
To keep this man who must be kept and unravel at my seams;
As if my life were finely woven and he was but a thread-
I held hard to the thread and lost the cloak upon his death.
But I a man of doubt should still have left a boat upon the shore-
For here I sit alone and have for ages ever more.
The lesson's this to you who finds this note I set adrift-
Hold hard your mind in love and loss or strand your self like this.
Puzzle pieces scattered wide across the hard wood floor.
Over time they've come together save the spot for one more-
and when I found it, I declare, I haven't been the same
Sleep is nearly impossible when you are on my brain.
I found heaven when I found you
and all else is like standing in the rain.
Forget about the things you know
Be bold for tomorrow
Is not guaranteed.
Love and get lost within the throws
Of a moment in which you are freed.
Just when constant torment breaks-
Your mind bent weary full of ache-
Your heart innately follows suit-
No dream of ever seeing soothe-
The world will give you happy things-
Or bid you well on sharp Swift drink-
And find you well the sweet release
Of faith embedded or long time sleep.
A nap to quell the fettered mind
As dreams will loosen and clear the bind
And there will be the open door
Through past torment you've been through it many times before.
And dad will tell you, "this too shall pass"
And friends will say, "no ailments last."
So think until your death arrives
You're going to wake to tomorrow's fight.
And weary though it makes you now
Tomorrow brings another row
So sleep emboldened that life never quits
You live, you fight, you take more shit.
But all in all, life never quits
Yes, all in all, learn to love the bullshit.
Keep god in your heart,
hold love in your life,
don't fear other people,
you're not always right.
Forgive when you can, stand up to the man
and love everybody: treat all as your family.
A million faces in every day,
the devil works hard but you don't have to sway.
You CAN say when your wrong and help carry on:
for those who don't know and those who need you to be strong.
Remember we're all people, we've all got our flaws;
Sometimes you might find it hard to go on.
I've seen a president break down in tears
And 10 years given to a man without any peers.
A lesson that we all have to learn is stay honest:
because there are people out there who will kill you for just trying
to live a life out in the open disagreeing with policies that happen to be broken;
but think of this while your choking on Hollywood smoke:
you can make a difference or complain about being broke.
There's always a worse path that any of us could have taken
but people: none breathing out there are forsaken...
