IdealsThey steal ideals,Ideals
then muffled and shuffled, they're given back brand new, under new qoutes, and stuffed down the throats of the radicals that wrote them.
unable to spare those unaware of how close most are to the edge, with iron will they kill all thats near and dear, leaving fear in place of courage.
But as they draw near to their goal, it's clear what's left in their way.
They realeased what they strained to restrain. Unleashed it feasts on those that made it.
There is no end to lend closure to its victims.
prophetIt just keeps coming,prophet
there is no dumbing down the pain
that flows from the pen, fighting the sight,
but just cannot win.
For this tin soldier cant wake from this dream,
or take any time away,
wander astray to unwind or find a place to be blind to the world into which hes hurled with a message.
Thus with my lust for trusting rhymes it unwinds to a clear, sheer, unending fear of whats next for us.
The tin man’s rust stains and remains and gives name to his life from which there
is no excape.
maybeAmerican eyesmaybe
watch the skies
for misuse and untruths,
spoken lies from the Man’s mouth.
Shifting eyes and feet direct those betrayed, belayed, and used.
Hateful screams of prejudice help spur the undress of this mess to see what it really is.
Governments of the sly and the wry
watch as others fall and die.
Bombs fall and enthrall the blank faced men standing by,
not too late for hate to be killed if its willed by those in charge, or rather at large,
those running racial slurs that blur through every mind to bli
twisted lovers"it's a part of life" she says, to be misunderstood. "even more so a part of love", accept it, we all should.twisted lovers
i just can't apprehend it, there's to much going on. to misunderstand myself? i'm feeling to withdrawn.
when love hits you in the face, and yet you ignore it. the fear is overwhelming, to know you can't commit.
someone stole my heart away, true happiness i had. still my heart drifts blindly, unknown i was so glad.
now dilemmas must be faced, and hardships repeated. hard decision muct be made, wi
when all else fails i love youHave you ever put your hands on somebody you cared about? I mean really cared about. That feeling like its forbidden, yet you cant help but do it more. Sensations rising in you, pulsing with intrigued desires. Cheek against cheek, skin against skin,when all else fails i love you
Lips blowing softly on the back of your neck. That feeling where you dont know whom you are, or where youre at. And you dont care. The world that you hate, the place that you never could understand, you never felt like you would ever fit in. Gone. And that moment, you lower you eye lashes, letting ever beam of reality, disappear in your moment
Greed
About Me
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The bridge is burning and I still don't know which way I want to go.
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