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Talking
Crying
Vulnerable
Frightened
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Open
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Trusting
Searching
Truthful
Introspective
Patterns
Identified
Accountable
Cognitive
Aware
Cathartic
Consumed within the quiet
I fail to notice death arrive
he drove a chariot from hell
yet I felt no fear inside
As I climbed aboard
I shed my earthly dress,
a shroud of stardust glided
down across my breast
As we started moving
I asked where we would go
but the twenty horses pulling
they looked to me to know
I didn't see us take off
these beauties pulled so slow
death said he wanted me
to once more see and flow
One must be born first
to a woman called a mom
then become a man (or woman)
after performing unparalleled deeds
become a Lord
later when gone with the
chilling winds
into darkest forests
researched
goes into oblivion
all who remain behind
brand the one as
God
you could be one
such a one
nonequivalent
so many have been
in mind's memory
still are immortally living
name them will ye
you know em all
who are now
since aeons
Martin McCauly in his four-wheel drive Ute.
Was on his way to the shop to repair an old boot.
And there saw a hitch-hiker flagging him down,
So he stopped and he offered a ride into town.
Now the front of the Ute was packed high with eggs,
There was nowhere to sit and no room for legs,
"You'll have to ride in the back" he suggests,
"No problem, us hikers takes any rides we gets!"
I wish to know if my spirit could be bound
Like the seemingly endless sea we found
Nobody recalls the beginning of one’s life
Stormy times we go through, amounts of strife
I wish I could tack from New England to Old
See all the glorious stories I had been told
Yet I can only see but the sweep of a gull
Above our boat and off the beat up hull
I wish I knew the meaning of you
Endless sea of greenish blue
Where storms, then calm, bring satisfaction
Where there's really no thought or planned action
The gates of hell are oiled well
a finger's touch and you'll be in
as the crowd keeps up its steady swell
fools who can not help but sin.
Just one more step you'll be inside
cheek to cheek with ugly angels
who fought to be there then wish they'd died
as dreams and nightmares entangles.
they dance because they dare not stop
for the floor is getting hot
it cooks humans until they become slop
served to demons from an iron pot.
I'm a new satanist
evil as can be
so hail to the earth
and hail to me.
I don't worship Satan
so get your facts right
I worship nothing but me
and am wiccan by night.
Some day the spells I cast
will finally work and it will be glorious
having a voodoo doll of you
right in my hand.
You will have no peace or grand ol' days
when I pin you with needles and make
you my slave.
Lathra beat his drum zealously,
As he entered a nameless town,
Hidden deep in the forest,
"Come one,
Come all,
And rejoice with me oh countrymen!"
He boisterously said,
As the people curiously approached,
Then one of them asked,
"What are we celebrating stranger?'
Lathra looked to the heavens and grinned,
"Your salvation,
Zeus is calling you to worship,
Will you not hear the call?"
I rest in a cocoon of night
in solitude I found my soul,
when tragedy and triumph visit
here I greet them, as familiar
Equally, they have visited
these friends sparked my joy
or sung tears from my heart
I feel both in the moments, but,
I found I must bless them both
send them on their way,
for they shall come again
I like long hair girls
and the short ones too
I like living with lust
limp it along
with blood if I must
I like kicking myself
and making it count
when i'm down
I like borrowing worry
from the man I'll be
and the sky we see
might not be
blue tomorrow
I like keeping my mind
in the corner
with my way
leaving them lost
wherever I stay
I like humming along
to dead lovers
favorite songs
I like moderation most
when it's a myth
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