Timidyou make the soothing sunset as solem as a mother without her child,Timid
when it's not behind your face, but to keep your pace i still talk mild.
joking jestures of jolly longings, for your embrace, when ceased seizes my ace of wrongings.
every sunset i see the halo around your face, my meaning as delicate as fine lace, for every sunset when i see you and your halo, i know behind me is only a vast black window.
Improv in G lydianthrough twists and turns i get well learned on how to yearn for a greater understanding of our demanding desires devouring like fires the frames n friars that call the senses liars and to the extent do i dare that not even at cries do i care what they had to bare only why they scare at the smallest fare for truth which in it's self is a costly thruth but nothing but a facet on the dimond on this latchet keeping us from touching the dirt on the floor of the welcoming hearth deep within the earth--- with each passing moon im further from that room but higher to the sky with why hidden in his delicate eye and now the day before i die i find thatImprov in G lydian
Lilawith my crucifix in my hand, i watch my loved ones perish, with all the aid at my command, i hold fast to my ancient parish,Lila
a prayer for my brother, i could have saved his life, have i suffered enough? will god set down his dirty knife? still praying,
burying my lover, faith not decaying, why'd God take another? have i not shed enough tears? had i not suitably paid the church? chaste all of these years, and still in no sinful search. god as my true lover, im pregnant with a girl, th
The Chalice--I watched the world outside, to which i am an outsider. i gazed upon the joyful colors flaunted, dreamed of drinking the sweet nectars so carelessly wasted. Watching this vibrant world, a small, silver chalice was set nearby, away from the cacophony and calamity. adorned with nothing but a lone ruby as the pedals of an intricately inlaid rose, it was everything. as i reached for the chalice, my hand grated upon the coarse and regrettably transparent walls of my room. reaching out for it again as if there was no blood upon my knuckles, the chalice was carried away by one of the living. so close, i could smell her hair thrown back in the airThe Chalice
Noise
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A little love and affection, In everything you do,
Will make the world a better place,
With or without you.
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You don't see with your eyes, you see with your mind.
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We haven't talked in a while. I miss ya.
Put some clothes on and call me.
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Televisions teach our children the ways of the world and prescriptions enlighten minds.
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Waste no more time talking about great souls and how they should be. Become one yourself! - Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
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A little love and affection, In everything you do,
Will make the world a better place,
With or without you.
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some people are just cool enough to not need a signature...
i'm obviously not one of those people
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