The Lines of my earth. so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die. . I need a drink but the well has gone dry. And we in the habit of saying the same things all.
Fight 'til your fists bleed, baby. Beat the fate-walls enclosing you, maybe. God will unlock the cage of learning for you. Fight 'til your fists bleed, baby.
I never knew you but you seemed to be, to me, a great man. wise as a serpent and gentle as a hillside white lamb. we heard your voice. we saw your choice.
do I murder. when I forget you from afar. too drunk on the poison of endless roads. and the countless smokey bars. . but tension is to be loved. when it is like a passing note.
Fatherless and the widow. Stricken down by the hand of death. Grasping for security. Anticipation of the imminent next. Of the imminent next. . The fatherless and the widow.
You are still burning. the flame that is turning. my smoldering ash into a bird. so stay close, my brother. i couldn't stand the loss. you are the bridge of action.
Tell me father are you riding on. The fictional bus up to heaven above?. . Do you listen to the angels on the outskirts. Have they persuaded you?. Oh tell me father.
if I could have the words to change. to speak into the world would they fly. I wonder if they'd put them in a jewelled box for sale. . but I need to strengthen the things that remain.
I look out to the fields. Where blood is shed upon the ground. I breathe in, breathe out. Change the channel, mute the sound. I take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my head.
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. El viento de la noche gira en el cielo. . (The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.. The night wind whirls in the sky.).
Mysteries unfolding quickly before my eyes. In a way I saw the world in one night. Without even leaving. Without even leaving the room. . Golden cymbals catching light.
Tonight the lamplight swirls and glistens. Melting itself upon my face. I'm hanging my silhouette near the shoreline. I'm swimming underneath in the noontime.
It has got into my head. Permeates the path I tread. But I tread, I'm moving on. In a new year happy song. I can sing about the night. How my tunnel without light.
You're a painting with symbols deep, a symphony. Soft as it shifts from dark beneath. A poem that flows caressing my skin. In all of these things you reside and I.
History merely repeats itself. Nothing in this world is truly new. The sea churns as it feeds from the river at it's mouth. The wind blows across the land from north to south.
"You must be the seed. Descend into the earth.. Searching for the union of death, and then rebirth.". . But I need love. It is patience, it is kindness..
Hey I am. Having a little trouble. Again with myself. Today I would label out of the ordinary. . Hey I read. The words to label him. Said he strikes a tune mighty fine.
you know I need. all the love you give. a loser like me. I just don't know why you would. give it for free. when I don't deserve it. you know now. I wonder why.
So I'm waiting by a phone. For the blessed ring. . Like a holy grail. for a fisher king. Time is ticking down. like a metronome. Rhythm for my brain. and its ceaseless scares.
I guess you could say. I'm a little afraid. I'm a little afraid. What if you go away?. I've seen it before. I've been here before. . If I have to love myself.