time after time;;

We take drugs like candy

;take weed like wine.

sip,sip a little drip,

time after time.

An addiction soon controls us.

It's one i'll never mind

because that little drip

and that little sip

soothe me time after time.

So take me to my leader.

blame me for false deeds,

but my dear

it's awfully clear

that i don't really mind.

i'll hear that little drip

as part of me rewinds

to a time and place where

things weren't in haste.

when i had a stable mind.

the seasons.

oh, breezy winter.

how your winds drift in so cold.

shivering septembers, run towards the autumn doors.

closer to the evening but farther from the day.

i smelled your scent drifting from far-far away.

and in that wintery season,

i stepped outside my door;

to find that either things had lightened up or i’d been shadowed like before.

my days had gone by quickly,

with irrelevance.

as i sat bearing a burden, a feat nonetheless.

my heart continued aching.

whilst the snow shut me in.

spring flowers began to blossom.

as hibernation seemed to end.

then in my cave came summer,

burning hot again.

but i had no intention of exploring,

the seasons that came pouring in.

for i was left heartbroken, dying from within.

into the abyss.

some days i wish i would die away.

then i would finally fly away.

to turn into the bay and drive away,

into the never-ending abyss of depression.

the red on my wrists never disappears.

it’s has become an addiction i fear.

when death is so near;

i’m walking towards the abyss of devotion.

and dear, i don’t want to hurt your feelings.

but this isn’t sentiment i’m dealing.

my heart just keeps peeling.

it’s breaking into the abyss of fury.

this isn’t a mere song.

i’m afraid i’ve felt this all along.

the burning, the passion, with every new ration.

i know you haven’t felt good.

(but dear i’m much worse.)

‘cause my hearts been breaking,

and my minds been aching.

(as the blood is pouring at a chorus.)

for i’ve lost all my thought in a passionless knot.

(thinking about heaven and hell.)

my tossing and turning is the image of yearning

as i picture my gruesome, self-destruction.

so i’ll jog at a pace, i’ve ran at all day,

and i will fall into the abyss of hell.

simpler days.

i heard there was a god,

who chose which place was yours.

heaven or hell, blasted as well,

but nothing retrieved from the start.

so i expanded this dream,

of simpler things and a person who chose all my life.

but these simpler things just became unwanted dreams

and now he’s got nothing to siphon.

because god ruined my faith by turning away

and cutting my wrists with a blade.

and if i had faith i’d ask him to take me away

;to reincarnate me as a dove.

where simpler dreams really know what they mean

and my wings keep me high, high above

the rest of those beings can continue their own dreams

and not have to worry about love.

but their lives seem so bleak when their dreams aren’t in ink.

and their hearts are lost with a king.

so i’ll sing my foul song about running along,

and hope some one hears its sweet ring.

for i cannot think

how your faith cannot shrink.

when life seems so hard to continue.

when i rattle and yawn,grow weak and wait for dawn.

when all i’ve ever done is feel misery.

when god made me think of such gruesome,

terrible things.

that have put me in my coffin by now.

so slay my own heart,

it had a rhythmic start

but faith has still put it to an end.

for my heart cannot think

but my brain shall not link to a faith that is tearing us apart.

i’ve lost my faith in simpler days,

but now i’ve been defeated.

a cheap little trick, that lets god keep his wits and leaves me a flying new dove.

The Sight Of a Simple Seashore.

The ripples and the waves,

the splashes as they rave.

The sun shines down in my eyes.

How peaceful the sight of my dreams washing by

as everything rolls to an end.

They swim and they shout

but never will i doubt that they've had more fun than i will.

For I am alone with nothing to own but a sad thought and a cup of gin.

Alone I may be but peaceful until i see the sunset on that tan beach.

The sand in my toes and that smell of salt in my nose to keep my soul at peace.

As I twist and I shout, I smile yet doubt the thoughts of a harboring fear.

My days yet to end with a simple weekend of bliss and a breezy seashore.

A tussle and tow.

The sail by the sea,

flowing with ease.

Ain't got no brain in it's stern.

But with a twist and a cease

on those blue cotton seas

it's bound to get lost to the doe.

She'll bind it and sweep it,

and of course she'll keep it

but who wants a love from her?

She'll come up with a rhyme

and sing it when time to calm the uneasiest nerves.

But the ship wants a tow,

wants to frighten and row.

While every one glances in awe.

It wants bravery and reward

but this ain't a production.

Especially when you've got a loving doe.

let my love open the door, to your heart.

love out the door,
like many before.
A beat too pure to stay near.
His love like a dove,
so pertinant and above any other you've seen.
but your hearts just so cruel, cold, and unkind.
So I don't think we'd ever meet.
but that perfect little beat seems never to cease in the drumming of my inconsistent mind.


The inconsistence of the teenage mind.
Rattling, tattling, on everything in site.
What a beautiful mind i've met,
the one without a care or a fret.
But yet my mind cannot cease to wonder,
why this rattling and tattling is so genuinely dead.
Why their minds have yet to speak
a word or a peep.
So bring me to my fathers child and you have found me.
A site for the soaring eyes to see,
is a beautiful, brave, battling, boring, teenage me.

my souls been sold.

there's a hope that's been rising
among all our souls.
the hope of the money to fall at our shoes.
the hope that our children can live in this world
without feasting off the lives of those less entwined in virtue.

but no one can live here, with this, any more.
when every ones dying of pre emptive war.
don't put it beyond us to find war again,
because we've been tricked,
outed from beginning to end.

i'll dance along as a puppet and sing my own song
and die like the others, no trust left at all.
while i feel the strings pull me and watch my limbs tear.
i'll remember the day when i hadn't been here.

feelings, i hate you.

what hopes left,
with a heart so unblessed,
burned by fury but cooled by the sweet,
so sing me sweet.
and say you won't let go.
so i don't have to wonder who's at the door.
when every ones left like the person before,
tell me you won't leave me any more.
tell me that my hearts got a beat.
one you'd like to keep,
sing me the melody that puts me to sleep
a lullaby for the dreams.
but the awakening i've yet to seek.