i hold onto the simple things in life. i rarely fear the empty spaces inside my heart so long as i don't take for granted the peace and quiet of the shallow contentment. and while all move about; above me, underneath.. i observe more than my eyes can see alone. and watch as those who already know go on, as those who still question, find answers. and amongst my own angels and demons i roam to find my own. and feel ur eyes watching me.
my instincts take all leads. and i hold my silence against the thoughtless whispers of the outspoken kind. understanding is but a casual encounter for u, but for the cheap thrill of every indifferent bargain, i stand up to speak alone. since the day i was born. i lead. u follow.
i make my message plain. in no particular order im everything u see, and according to the trust i hold in u, u may stand part witness to a broken man half saved and half doomed. yes, in the grand city of restoring wayward ways my heart is still a sidewalk. that constant work in progress completely visible to all who pass me by. but never left to be conquered by any lesser than the common denominator between u and i; yes half saved and half doomed. so the believer in me may only reflect as much light as the believer in u. characterized by my shit-eatin grin, holding on easy, but slowly letting go...
practice makes perfect - i stood on a mountain that crumbled from beneath my feet. gravitating expectations and grounding more than my hope, more than my faith, more than my mind and more than the meaning i thought was behind my name... these days i practice more ways of listening with my soul and u speak in ways that do not employ the organized assembly to understand what broke ur heart, just the patience to enjoy the fall.
honesty is the best policy - and if i ever gave u the wrong impression of me, my shallow apologies to u. we all want peace. but we find the eery harmony calling in the broken records hanging inside this house offering wishing wells and rolling dice, so what the fuck are u asking for... and the revolving door of loyalty is running 24 hrs a day. so forgive me for not dividing my heart, i had only one, before she stole it.
u can't please everybody - without regards for diplomacy i give u the truth. i hold myself responsible for making sure i do just fuckin fine. and my own convictions are safely kept where heaven houses an angel with broken wings. but heaven doesn't hold a candle to where i left ur misery behind. u see. if u ever crossed me it was not becuz i lacked the judgement to foretell... if i gave u a chance its cuz i liked u, even if i knew u would take it, fuck urself, like blowin life here on earth straight to hell. u see i always had mine, i was here to help u find urs.
the best things in life are free - not true. salvation is the only thing that is absolutely free. so dont patronize me with words that i can't distinguish between love and deceit. and the heart on my sleeve won't try and turn ur nickle into a dime. yes, lover yes friend. an eye for an eye. hand for a hand. u give me the sun, i'll give u the sky. DSM
honesty is the best policy - and if i ever gave u the wrong impression of me, my shallow apologies to u. we all want peace. but we find the eery harmony calling in the broken records hanging inside this house offering wishing wells and rolling dice, so what the fuck are u asking for... and the revolving door of loyalty is running 24 hrs a day. so forgive me for not dividing my heart, i had only one, before she stole it.
u can't please everybody - without regards for diplomacy i give u the truth. i hold myself responsible for making sure i do just fuckin fine. and my own convictions are safely kept where heaven houses an angel with broken wings. but heaven doesn't hold a candle to where i left ur misery behind. u see. if u ever crossed me it was not becuz i lacked the judgement to foretell... if i gave u a chance its cuz i liked u, even if i knew u would take it, fuck urself, like blowin life here on earth straight to hell. u see i always had mine, i was here to help u find urs.
the best things in life are free - not true. salvation is the only thing that is absolutely free. so dont patronize me with words that i can't distinguish between love and deceit. and the heart on my sleeve won't try and turn ur nickle into a dime. yes, lover yes friend. an eye for an eye. hand for a hand. u give me the sun, i'll give u the sky. DSM
work in progress
i guess its easier to say
it's too late, you don't want me
guess you got your greener pastures
where i got three lines and a setting sun.
tell me where you learned to do that
was there ever a day you needed me?
or if your smile could have spoken true words -
would i have heard my own heart breaking, you see?
hey there don't you turn away
don't you want to see my life walk away?
walk away from me...
hey now baby talk to me
don't you want to tell me what you want to say?
"...Walk away from me"
Aftermath of the Fallen Alter
Taken
this carries a name that bears the sudden conflict of smiles abound and the quiet that never lifted.
when times come that she chooses to cross my mind. she makes me turn away.
But she cannot conceal the fact that nothing remained unchanged after all.
not a ghost in my mind could mirror the encounters of her timeless kind. forces undone all hours i've collected in my hands
and her fantansies engraved at the end of each hour..
when i strike matches to burn the question of whether loss is not always what it seems.
and while i can feel my own heart beating i can only give her what breathing room i always had.
so that as she crosses, i cannot say she really left at all.
but rather brought each borrowed minute with her, and the only bitter cold and sweet sunshine i will ever feel
of her again.
this carries a name that bears the sudden conflict of smiles abound and the quiet that never lifted.
when times come that she chooses to cross my mind. she makes me turn away.
But she cannot conceal the fact that nothing remained unchanged after all.
not a ghost in my mind could mirror the encounters of her timeless kind. forces undone all hours i've collected in my hands
and her fantansies engraved at the end of each hour..
when i strike matches to burn the question of whether loss is not always what it seems.
and while i can feel my own heart beating i can only give her what breathing room i always had.
so that as she crosses, i cannot say she really left at all.
but rather brought each borrowed minute with her, and the only bitter cold and sweet sunshine i will ever feel
of her again.
lessons learned sometimes
sometimes whatever it is, its going to look scarier than it really was meant to be
and sometimes, ur instincts won't be able to tell
but sometimes u are going to just know better when a friend kisses u, theres no going back... even on monday, tuesday, reality... even when the best philosophies sound better. even when the church is empty yes even when the fuckin chairs are on the ceiling i say u just goin to kno better
sometimes maybe is the right answer, and remembering will have to do.
sometimes ur gun is going to jam. and u will say nothing. i'll to u now do not surrender. against all opposition, just before that clear cut ending there is still a two thousand lb bear left inside everybody...
sometimes the cost is going to go up on u, in some places where money doesnt exist.
and sometimes u goin to feel like just giving it away, until there is nothing left of it
sometimes i hate u is no different than i love u, just a different line of bullshit...
sometimes too much is what u really need
sometimes u won't really feel that bullet in the back, but then again, u knew better...
and sometimes its just ur turn, u see
sometimes its too late to apologize, even when u apologizing to me
sometimes u going to let go for good, and the reason -
why... why what. u see sometimes u not ever going to kno why.
but sometimes, torn and burned, u will ask urself out loud anyway and i will tell u all about my lessons learned
sometimes, good people just get rabies.
DSM
and sometimes, ur instincts won't be able to tell
but sometimes u are going to just know better when a friend kisses u, theres no going back... even on monday, tuesday, reality... even when the best philosophies sound better. even when the church is empty yes even when the fuckin chairs are on the ceiling i say u just goin to kno better
sometimes maybe is the right answer, and remembering will have to do.
sometimes ur gun is going to jam. and u will say nothing. i'll to u now do not surrender. against all opposition, just before that clear cut ending there is still a two thousand lb bear left inside everybody...
sometimes the cost is going to go up on u, in some places where money doesnt exist.
and sometimes u goin to feel like just giving it away, until there is nothing left of it
sometimes i hate u is no different than i love u, just a different line of bullshit...
sometimes too much is what u really need
sometimes u won't really feel that bullet in the back, but then again, u knew better...
and sometimes its just ur turn, u see
sometimes its too late to apologize, even when u apologizing to me
sometimes u going to let go for good, and the reason -
why... why what. u see sometimes u not ever going to kno why.
but sometimes, torn and burned, u will ask urself out loud anyway and i will tell u all about my lessons learned
sometimes, good people just get rabies.
DSM
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