Breath

Living...
   Loving....
 Breathing....
       and shoving....

How wicked our ways doth the clock tower chime,
in a blighted existence, only the voice of a mime...

Dare do you lightly tread, but stomp with a ballad...
               No candy, no coke, just eat that damn salad....

And sleep is like whiskey, in a booze infested brook, before day cometh night, for all innocence he took...

Eyes clenched, lips pursed, rope merging with flesh, no chains, no fists, just a mind did he mesh...

In a prison so dark that the moon could not touch, now broken, submitted, his hand did I clutch...

Mind fucked, shucked of whatever was...is...was but is only a memory...but the forest took me in like a well weathered moss, no mercy, no feathers, but no god forsaken boss...and then it was apparent through the dew, I saw it, and I closed mine eyes and took the most beautiful last breath.

Theme and Destiny

What a full life busting at the seams.. like a dandelion my heart and soul scattered across the universe, in every dark place..a servant seeking a lost soul in time of need...honored to cut a piece of my heart out and give it freely without thirsting or hungering for anything in return...but there are no more pieces...what was me is not me anymore and I'm just adrift the wind and I'm ready to move onto another dimension, another form be it dust or rain, pleasure or pain...

.... it's time to move on.

This song ...every word in it... is me.

On A Cross

If you can feel the bonds of love around you...family, friends, lovers...and you can see the world ripping those bonds apart, does it break your heart?

When you see a husband and wife and their kids pulled apart because they can't make ends meet and the parents each work two jobs...

...or you see one of the kids being drawn to trouble because he's odd or she is ugly

...a child that once sat and giggled on a father's knee but now turns to heroin

...a son that once clung to his mother on the first day of school but now tries to prove himself to a gang

...or a tight family torn apart by cancer

...an old man alone, utterly alone

if you saw these things, and you could change them, how far would you go? If you could salvage the love and save the misery of those you see, would you suffer to do it? 

Would you get on a cross?

Written not by me, but by my best friend in this world.