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Ain't Nobody Perfect
Unforgiveness is a cell that I've made for myself.. Things can be said before, "Farewell". . Rich splashed his face with cold water, took a look at the man in the mirror..
...and Their Consequence
We are not born with hate!. It's learned and observed as we grind out our days.. Handed down from those held close, the ones we are supposed to trust the most..
We Drag The Dead On Leashes
We've all done things that we're ashamed of. We think they make us unworthy of love. We carry regret in our demeanors. Wear it all over our faces. In our smallest actions; our greatest fears.
This Room Is Alive
This room's alive. Breathing. In this moment, each one of us is leaving. All of life's worries and troubles far behind. Speaking in tongues. Sweating blood.
The Poets Cry For More
We are all homeless in one way or another. Whether we've lost ourselves to lust. Inflamed passions for things desired; forgotten the other. Wandering aimlessly, in love with something.
The People Who Share My Name
Listen Up. These are the things I've been dying to say to you. I won't engage in conversation littered with self-righteous rage. Because before the words were out of my mouth.
The Hardest Part Is Forgetting Those You Swore You Would Never Forget
There sit two lovers. One's eyes intently chasing the other's. She doesn't love him anymore. But he'll stick it out till the end. This he had sworn. Lying awake in bed.
Nothing, Save The Power They're Given
These words might mean nothing. But it's a chance I'm willing to take. Cause maybe I'm wrong and lives can change. I'm singing out of my insecurity. So someone, somewhere might be impacted by what I've made.
Natures
I have to break this cycle. For another heart, I refuse to be held liable. Seeing their eyes fill with tears. A burning in my chest, lumps form in my throat.
Mothers
A nine-year drought. Brought torrents in May. You had chosen what to call me. But were given a new name. Always the strong one. You carried on in faith.
Mediocre Shakespeare
How did I let this happen?. Let myself slip back into the role of victim. Thought I'd left that all "way-back-when". While forgetting Grace, I increased my own tragedy.
Little Richie
Little Richie was the runt of the litter, given a thick hide by father and brothers.. Identified more with his sisters and mother,. always felt a bit different from the others..
L' Exquisite Douleur
Well I can't get too close without wanting all of you. So I'll settle right into this back seat. But to be honest, I'm not sure if I can take the solitude.
If They're Not Counted, Count Me Out
There is such hope in the stories we've been told. Recounted endless times by the aging and old. Tales of peace, worship and holy places. Palaces adorned with gold and lofty terraces.
How We Both Wonderously Perish
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Grace, Teach Us What We Lack
Here I stand. High strung and alone. In the court of your Lord's most forgotten son. Tell me witness, what's the difference between addiction to truth and conviction?.
Even The Dead Have Their Tasks
We pack up our gear. And we're gone again. Driven by passion, outward. Away from family and friends. But what they can't see. Is that every day I'm drowning in a sea.
Dear G-d
As I pen these things. It might literally be all I have. Ink on paper. Does any of this matter?. Then I'm reminded of what I've seen. The places I love and the people I've been.
Death's Great Black Wing Scrapes The Air
We shout up at the sky. Until our mouths are bloody and dry. Screaming out at a god that seems to be blind. To the suffering of us here below; those pushed aside.
Black & Blue
[Intro]. Have you ever heard that love is a metaphor?. A metaphor for the taste of the bottom. The fall to the floor. I fall to the floor. . [Verse 1].
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