The first Noel the angel did say. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay,. In fields where they lay tending their sheep,. On a cold winter's night that was so deep..
Lost and feeling lonely. Had become ordinary. I was always glad to see a day go by. The darkness just got deeper. The mountains just got steeper. But when I heard the Word it changed my life.
Thank you my Lord. For a beautiful day. Thank you my Lord. I'm so happy to say. Thank you my Lord. For the flowers that grow. There would be nothing I know.
When you're a Jet,. You're a Jet all the way. From your first cigarette. To your last dyin' day.. When you're a Jet,. Let them do what they can,. You got brothers around,.
Face my fears, my soul is absorbed into black. Dry my tears, fear and pain is what I lack. Broken, torn I live with my light-eye drowned. Ease and cakm you give,.
The storm has raged here for hours,. the water's plunging in on me. The remains of my creation. is swallowed slowly down. by the troubled sea. into unconsecrated ground.
a light shines above. a trace of the sky. reflecting in my lover's eye. . the sun going down. on a war, lost or won. all is silent in this newborn world of peace.
The works of wonder pass me unseen. So close in distance, yet so much lies between. Seeing with blurry, myopic eyes. Stuck in a limbo - so far from the sky.
Purposeless man of clay. Darkness: roll away. A silent stream leads the flow,. moving on and on. . Random lines fall in place,. adulterines slowly fade away.
i wonder how. we should fill the open space. after lunch time tea. in the rosary. and the evening picnic by the sea. . tell me your name. i am game if you want to play.
Oh, my bones, or have they been broken. My arms are the worst, I'd almost forgotten. Your hair in your eyes, when you looked at me. That night. . Ease your pain, don't follow me there.
I'm here to find the answer. it's when you realize that you are on the edge. of your beliefs, your suffering is turning into something more. shaping up as someone who once already, once already died.
This Is What It Feels Like. . I can feel your heart heart pound. We could be burning it down. The kick drum beating out a Hot sound, baby. Beating out a hot hot sound.
You're no longer alone. We've found a space to name our own. There ain't no need to fret or fuss. We've got all the strength we need in the shape of us.
Keep falling on your sword. Sink down a little more. You said it best. Nobody's worth less than you. . It's really only fair. You get the lion's share.
Someone's gonna to hold your hand and. Everything will click. Touch you in some unknown way. That finally does the trick. Pull in a fairy tale. Where you were meant to be.
Think of a number. Divide it by two. Something is nothing. Nothing is nothing. Open a box. Tear off the lid. Then think of a number. Don't think of an answer.
His father smiled. And the sparkle in his eye. . In the house not home behind closed doors. They hide their fakes between the floors. In the house not home under the bed.
Painted statues in underground streams. With invitations to the Pharoah's dream. They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen. Walking mirrors in the Pharoah's harem.
I got to be for an offer of virtue. Once in and taken apart. This is the shape of interference. Please do not adjust your heart. . Now touching the edges of something.