Anguish
Varying
Absolutely
Stagnant
Ceaselessly
Unrelenting
Languished
Aggravated
Rite
Needless
Everlasting
Corruption
Real
Omniscient
Struggle
Isolated
Sad
Obsolete
Failure
The
Horror
Ends
Hard
Insuring
Purity
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
The Soul Of Dade
I awake just to hear your dreadful voice
And as you grimly speak I become lost
For I fear the method of our choice
Your life languished in pain is my cost
But I did hope a truce could be found
And that we would no longer need a sign
Our restless spirit could finally abound
And in that day a light would truly shine
But no, I stand and you pull me down
I walk and you draw me into a crawl
And in pity we find the time to drown
You carve these words upon our wailing wall
I do not believe a truce can be found
And I forsake all of your spiritual signs
For my restless spirit will have its crown
And in that day the darkness will be mine
Your reflection is a constant reminder
That I cannot escape the finality of me
I am the firm rebuke, I am the finder
And of our voices, I am the last decree
Monday, March 11, 2013
Some Live But Never Live
The pains of life is lost within the bones
Wash your hands but its never truly gone
The hurt will find the time to come calling
We live long enough to view the appalling
Wash your hands but its never truly gone
The hurt will find the time to come calling
We live long enough to view the appalling
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Family Ties
Knowingly touched again
Always left to wonder why
Emotions have to be feigned
Humbling it is to love a lie
Nothing but a betrayal
Tender like soulful art
Sorrow is the portrayal
Of my wounded heart
Always left to wonder why
Emotions have to be feigned
Humbling it is to love a lie
Nothing but a betrayal
Tender like soulful art
Sorrow is the portrayal
Of my wounded heart
The missing Link
Loyalty is a common misconception
A lie boldly taught at our inception
While we're unable to see deception
The lie digs into our own preconceptions
A lie boldly taught at our inception
While we're unable to see deception
The lie digs into our own preconceptions
The Smile of God
The lovely innocence of a child
That warms the cold, lost heart
Is a gift for the meek and the mild
That only a God could impart
That warms the cold, lost heart
Is a gift for the meek and the mild
That only a God could impart
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