The deceased fly up to heaven’s door
Their joy is short lived their neck tied to a cored
Trapped in hell we take off our glasses and beg more
Some angels shout of course, of course
Though they all think nevermore, nevermore
Therefore we’ll fly, to heaven nevermore
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Beyond Reality
What is my existence but a clouded dream?
Unsure of everything around me
Unsure of what is true reality
With my artist ability, I claim everything I need
Beyond beauty, beyond laughter?
Is life anything more than momentary simplicity
And does it need to be?
We are all lost ships sailing nowhere significant
Looking for the Northwest Passage
To take handfuls of spice and greed
Virtues we blindly triumph so heavily
But in the end what do we really need?
But In the end who are really we?
They’re goals means nothing
Because really who was King Menes?
These virtues they praise are like walls
So they don’t have to look in front of them
And face what they see as an ugly reality
But why not accept and then move on
Only then can we create existence into beauty
Because I can’t imagine anything more perfect
Than rolling around in a flower bed, in Mongolia with my soul mate
1000 miles away from everything
Spending all of our hours in each other’s eyes, basking
Only then will I be truly happy and at peace
Only then will I be able to look beyond reality
Unsure of everything around me
Unsure of what is true reality
With my artist ability, I claim everything I need
Beyond beauty, beyond laughter?
Is life anything more than momentary simplicity
And does it need to be?
We are all lost ships sailing nowhere significant
Looking for the Northwest Passage
To take handfuls of spice and greed
Virtues we blindly triumph so heavily
But in the end what do we really need?
But In the end who are really we?
They’re goals means nothing
Because really who was King Menes?
These virtues they praise are like walls
So they don’t have to look in front of them
And face what they see as an ugly reality
But why not accept and then move on
Only then can we create existence into beauty
Because I can’t imagine anything more perfect
Than rolling around in a flower bed, in Mongolia with my soul mate
1000 miles away from everything
Spending all of our hours in each other’s eyes, basking
Only then will I be truly happy and at peace
Only then will I be able to look beyond reality
It's Time to Breathe
It’s time to breathe
My eyes only kiss you
It’s time to let go
I’ll never let go you
It’s time to inspire
The piano keys spell out you
It’s time to let your soul go
It’s my time too
It’s time to understand
The message in the sand
It’s time to breathe
The words I love you
It’s time to breathe
It’s my time too
My eyes only kiss you
It’s time to let go
I’ll never let go you
It’s time to inspire
The piano keys spell out you
It’s time to let your soul go
It’s my time too
It’s time to understand
The message in the sand
It’s time to breathe
The words I love you
It’s time to breathe
It’s my time too
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Something
There’s something in this world which is so real
Something that hurts to feel
Something that can never heal
Something you like but wish to yield
Something love does everything... but shield
Something that hurts to feel
Something that can never heal
Something you like but wish to yield
Something love does everything... but shield
Without Words
Without words the poet writes
All the soul he see’s in this night
The sprits whisper his love is right
Everything he's ever wanted to find
Without words the poet writes
Without words he captures true love in her eyes
All the soul he see’s in this night
The sprits whisper his love is right
Everything he's ever wanted to find
Without words the poet writes
Without words he captures true love in her eyes
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