Sky is clear tonight. Sky is clear tomorrow. A star is out. I reach for one to sparkle in my hand. A star is out. I will not touch you, I am just a man.
Salute the essense. Perfection's humor. Conversed so often: mute. Oh my dear. I'm always near. Oh my dear. Heal. We can't conceive. A child's peace. Belief our direction.
Where it grows on trees. But never blooms. Where it hurts the least for whoever. Saw it first. First to go and the last to know. Lasts longer than a lifetime.
(Words written by Tennyson, 1883). Row us out to Desenzano, to your Sirmione row. So they rowed, and there we landed O Venusta Sirmio. There to me through all the groves of olive in the summer glow.
A piece of mail. A letter head. A piece of hair. From a human head. They're sayin' to me. "I should've killed it". "I should've killed it". "I should've killed it before".
The season's over. The season's done. Too slow to notice. The fire's gone. So thin on the ground. With a chemical heart. And a cheap excuse. I've played my part.
It is not a good day, if you are not looking good. This is the best party that I've ever been to. Today I asked for a god to pour some wine in my eyes.
I can wait to love in heaven. I can wait for you. Far away, I'll treat you better. Better than down here. 'cause I done wrong. And I'm a little afraid.
Behold this pale offering. whose essence feeds your every need. Entwined, divine in the sleepless heart. but what's to become of me. Wake the Walls of Remembrance.
In kairos hour I bequeath. Confusion of my sole belief. Consider: am I god in mortal shell. Yet shine no brighter than myself. Invaded by life's patriarch.
It's the impossibility of Womanhood that vexes me.. The child bride symbol. The ability to read eyes and minds -. Curves more fluid than desert waves,.
I am my only thief and jailor keep. Bedeviled and priest beseech. The pander come to me. But mad love is religion enough. For my heart. And to those I gave life.
Wassail Wassail; All merit good cheer. We wish thee dear faithful a wondrous New Year. Our fine bowl is made of the white maple tree. With the Wassailing bowl we honor thee.
If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,. A birds eye view of a burning bridge,. You've gone through ghost towns settle past,. Hoping the risk was worth a cause,.
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Mail order brides, turtlenecks and trophy wives. Had the ways and means to breach the borders of easy street. And to blend right in we all surrounded them.
from hand to heart and hands to head. these gritty teeth grind gears of infrared. he crash lands in dull white noise. all I hear is static in his voice.
The sideways man walks on his hands,. Can't keep from dragging his feet and when he tries,. I try,. . They twist his arms to get a head start,. Tycoons love hitting the jackpot,.
What dreams splendidly weaved from an atom bomb. Retrieved from a teleprompt, practical, you are not. Break the ice with a cotton swab. A fever that cools us off, a handshake's a contact sport.
Mountains of molehills. A grapevine in my ear, spots on the tiger. While the townspeople gather to hear. While the nests in my hands starve for rest. .