You hector
but save the lectures
use the past
to destroy the future
wait for the heaven
to unleash the
vultures.
If you have an
old wound
fresh wound
the world loves
to open it up
pour in the salt
and the pessimism
and the self-doubt
But I can't tell
do I care about it
or do I just
try and save myself
from the pain
of doing it
over again.
the seas will rise
from dark green
and blackest hole
to over flagpoles,
roofs and town
washes over all
with her pain
a path cuts through
to you in this
deadly swirling reign
In the way you love the blind earth
and dreams
I sing my song
to you
and to me...
I don't know what lies beyond
this place,
but I want to get out
to leap,
into mother natures
paradise
made only only
just for you
and I.
a man and
a man
here,
somewhere
beyond the wasteland.
where sandsharks
patrol these waters
like some vacant
hobosapien wondering
what happened
to the perpetual
flame
(unfinished)
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