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Welcome to the order

The eyes of the swine are upon you
searching for truth, digging for the roots,
That cause such evil inside you.

In the dark they haunt you,
Threw the forest they will find you,
Running away won’t change you
And Starting again wont save you.

Welcome to the order,
Drop down to your knees,
Open up your eyes
And welcome to the time of the swine

Digging through the filth,
Eating at the flesh,
Enter Into the mud,
just like all the rest.

Welcome to the order,
Drop down to your knees,
Open up your eyes
And welcome to the time of the swine

The eyes of the swine are upon you,
Digging for the truth, searching at the roots
For the evil inside me….

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Big Thoughts for little worries.

Who are we,
and what am I,
the thoughts of broken promises,
that i made upon my self

Trying and failing,
the Hills turn to glass.
as i slip then i slide,
only to wind up on my ass.

The towering inferno,
that is my depression.
Makes a lovely little nest,
for me to collect all my problems in,
and treat them like they’er guest.

Who are we,
and what am I?
The emptiness of my chest,
is drowned out only by the screaming,
coming from my head.

 

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Just like Icarus

I flew to high I melted my wings
Just like Icarus I’ve lost my dreams
Fallen so hard, so fast, can’t scream,
But this won’t be the end of me!

For I still believe
That you and I can be free
I don’t care where you have been
Or the lies you had to spin
These broken wings can fly again

We tried so hard, we’ve gone so far,
these broken wings this Busted Heart
This bed is cold, The Nights are dark,
but these memories are the hardest part.

My soul is week, My love runs deep.
But with you i lost my feet,
Like Star cross lovers this shouldn’t Be,
I’m good for you, Your Bad for me.

You took my heart,
At least a piece,
the Broken glass of love cuts deep,
Broken glass Is you and me

We tried so hard, we’ve gone so far,
these broken wings this Busted Heart
This bed is cold, The Nights are dark,
but these memories are the hardest part.

So we flew to high and melted our wings
Just like Icarus We lost our Dreams
Fallen so hard, so fast, cant scream,

So beaten are we

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More than words is all I ever needed you to show …

This is the hardest part. The Words. I love word, I respect them and there power. Words can make us do anything. They can push us to violence or move us to tears, Build a person up and in a breath tear them apart. Words have a magic to them. In the right place said by the right person there is no telling what could happen. So to be trusted with them, to me, is a gift I don’t take lightly. Every day we throw them around like baseballs in an endless game of catch. Conversations on porches are the hymns of summer nights.

The are certin people who have away with words. Poets, profits, and politicians to name a few. Alan Greensburg’s “Howl” is one of the first poems I heard and fell In love with.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
     starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking 
     for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
     connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking 
     in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating 
     across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,

Even now years latter it still gives me goosebumps. Again I don’t know if this is where I intended to go with this tonight but I’ve ended on a truth I can live with, So in till we meet again.