Monday, August 17, 2009

Overcast



Looked to the clouds thought I saw Jesus
but it was just an illusion
it was just imagination
Cover the sky with the love that’s alive
There’s none down here, it’s all a lie

We are told to believe
Told to breathe
I keep breathing in this disease
Overcast is this life
Stormy and black
Fill your lungs as it swirls before it attacks

A quiet walk down the street, she looks up to the sky
Her dress flowing round her thighs
Being pushed by the wind, helpless and loose

Everything has changed, nothing is the same
A game of catch and release
Pain and pleasure
strong and the weak
dead and living
The future is bleak

A crowd awaits the coming days
Under this dark abyss, a hiding place
A desolate face, all empty space

Fill this life with passion and desire
Make dark become light, burn this fire
The thickening clouds may never retire

Everything has changed, nothing is the same
A game of catch and release
Pain and pleasure
strong and weak
dead and living
The future is bleak

A dim light pierces through
A crowd once a shadowy walking dead
Now awaken by a beam of truth
This light that’s been inside of you



The clouds open up by such brilliant array
Standing alone tears fall down her face
Now the heavens aren’t so black, they truly exist

Nothing has changed, everything is the same
A game of catch and release
Pain and pleasure
The strong and the weak
The dead and the living
The future is unknown

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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Hungry?

I can feel the pangs of hunger rising from within
It’s reaching from the bottom, trying to shake me, trying to wake me
I’m so afraid to lose that I can’t feed these thoughts
The pang of hunger conquers every need, covers every want
I am needy, I am sick
I am hungry for the unknown, one that I can pick
Forever I will stand awaiting my trial
Suffering from such torment as I fill up this vial
It’s an aching inside that I’ve never felt
It’s a pang of hunger that can’t be fed
It’s a wandering plea to save what’s to fall
It’s a craving you see, to consume us all

Bound.

A single for your thought?
A soul that’s been lost.
Hammered every peg, nothing remains but a vacant lot.
Pressured by a force unbreakable and strong, it holds us
all together bound by every bond.

Hands tied
Eyes shut
Lips sewn
It’s all a joke


A fake world like puppets on a string
A circus filled with animals controlled by whips and chains
Nothing being salvaged and no one is to blame
It’s all over now it’s a
n inevitable sphere
Providence that the end is near