i ammy name is judgeda shadow stands behind meborn in chainsmy daily breadmy age is just a momenta stone's breathborn in wintertame but deadmy eyes see silencea river in my handsborn in wasted yearsthe coldest redmy voice is trusta stone's reachborn in ironmy mouth unfed
quietlyi am subtlety and feari'm the words you long to heari'm the end you'll never seei'm the best you'll ever bei'm the sky without the suni'm a moment just beguni'm the truth you'll never knowi'm aflame yet weakly glowyou're the rope to tightly bindyou're the lost i'll never findyou're the surface up aboveyou're the strength to weakly loveyou're the science to my faithyou're the body to my wraithyou're the desert to my seayou're the slave and i am free
thinkseas shifthands holdwings lifthearts coldsky blueblood redwhite liesplay deadsee mestand tallshort breathlong fallso small
humilityyou can hide in plain sightand pretend you’re asleepyou’re just under surfaceand still in too deepand you know you’re a sinnerand still you want moreyour mind is so tiredyour muscles so soreand there isn't much moreto your life than a breathyou began with your birthbut you won't end in deathand i know that you’re scaredbut my son, you are freeand you mean so much morethan the ocean to me
freedom that won't be ignoredlittle blade who lifts and cutswho raises high and worries dustoh softest knifeoh sliver’d feara lofty lifea river clearquietly you raise your edgeand wordlessly my crimes allegefeast, my little weightless burdeneat, consume the gloaming skyne’er forget where you beganand so your birth do not denya throne you seekyet e’er you flya sea divides usyou and i
when what's in comes outstep on the earthand give birth to the sunyou’re so full you could burstand you weren’t meant to lastnow you have to go firstand your eyes see the starsthough they’re faded and weaklike the lies you’re convinced ofbut too scared to speakand you may not be normalbut you know you’re no freaknow look up at the wheelsand forget where you standcome to know that your mindis not tied to the landor the worth that she feelsand the sky takes your handand the wound in you heals
eyes face the fire, backs face the doorin flame-lit hallsin starless nightsthe elders sitand dream of sightsof ancient wondersfrozen lightsthe north has holdas cold as boneher eyes like snowher voice like stoneand time comes onwhen men will foldere too longthe old ones seekgreat futures darkand deeply splitthe currents weakand parts togetherstrangely fitand deeply wrongthen speak they wordsof bitter depthand long rememberedsecrets keptof time when timehimself had sleptand winter hidand fiercely weptthose lightsher tearsthey’re dark tonightthey hide and keeptheir wilting lighto’er head of mountaincloud and homecare not theyfor man or throneand know theywe are each alonevast in voidlike those abovein howling silenceweakly lovebut deep in winterflickers lightthe elder’s firegranting sightbrought you hereby secret guidesthis empty spherethe heart abides
perseus and medusaold chaos spits from her gazethrough night and creeping fogyou stand blind and silentiron still and desperately heldthe worth of you weighed falsein the glittering scales of her eyesher voice a wondrous discordantcalls you brother, free and equalyour brothers lie graven behindand you must find peaceand loyalty worthy of namewhen in strength you kneelthe greatest hoary mountainrose in fire, storm and furyand the deepest river is a swordthat bends and splits the earthbring to hand that selfsame gracebless the one who bows and scrapeswho whispers even as her body fallsand her face is lifted toward heaven
matthew 5:30there are ghosts in our eyesthey’re our own to despisetheir whispers are our crieswe two lonely as oneburn inside a black sunit’s the end we’ve begunand we swim in great seasleaving what we could seizecoughing quiet diseaseand she sees who we arethrough her lens from afarnormal turns to bizarrehere we’re going awayhearing voices that sayyou’re so brave to betray
Asylum I wander through the rattleThe endless screamsAnd tattleOf roaring drumsAnd dreamsAs they creep and feed myFears I spiral down the aisleCold and madThrough the asylum Voices melt into the nightAs I struggle to keep my mindI'm blindSo I can't seeTheir shapesCrawling toward me I long to feel my lover's faceMy mother's soft embraceI fall to my kneesOn the floorThey dance around meUntil I am no more Tears riseAnd their grip tightensOn my skinAs I drown in this sinI made for myselfWhen I had nothing left
Just a coldI have a really nasty cold,My throat is sore and gungey,Face is puffy, nose is stuffy,And brain’s gone kinda spongey!I’m shivery – then I am boiling,And feeling very old,My joints are stiff – need oiling,But it’s only ‘just a cold’I stagger into work quite braveNo thanks do I get,“It’s just a cold” said ‘Dissing Dave’I’m feeling quite upset.Papers piling in my in-tray,Seen through eyes of red,I think I may chuck some away,Before I’m almost dead.Figures swim in front of me,But they can only do the ‘crawl’Then they hide under the desk from me,And won’t budge from there at all.Invoices, statements, notes on post-its,Are all looking quite the same,I sip a cold cure, gather my wits,This blasted cold’s to blame.I surrender – wave a flag of white,And curse in a manner, bold,Colleagues just ignore my plight,“It’s only just a cold.”So I
guy thingwords heavylike fresh wet snowpiling up on the roofI huddle belowtimbers creakheavy laden moanthreaten to collapsemy comfort zonedisarming conversationprobing the coreuncovering a new worldI desire to exploreonly one way outno easier fategrab my batstep up to the plate
Do Your Balls Hang LowDo your balls hang lowDo your boxers overflowCan you tie them in a knotCan you tie them in a bow?When the days are hotAnd they're feeling kinda saggyDo they make a grand entranceIf your shorts are baggy?Do they make you say 'ouch'Sitting on your gramma's couchBecause the naugahyde cushionsAlways stick to your pouch?Do they dangle far belowAre you putting on a showCan you stuff them in your sockCan you pinch them with your toe?Can you wear them on your backLike a slinky in a sackOr make them touch the groundWhen you bounce them up and down?When you're pinching off a loafWhile your sittin on the throneDo they float in the waterDo they sink like a stone?When you hop, when you jumpWhen you practice TaekwondoDo they wrap around your legLike a tether ball pole?Do your balls hang low?We really want to knowWhats the status quo?Do your balls hang low?
A Sadust More Successful That deSadeUpon the conditionof a price, they make the ultimate submission.They have chosen, after all, to be chattel,to make the offer of their livesto the sharpest of your knives,in the shadows of Whitechapel.
KmartYou had baked beans for breakfast,You’re starting to fart;It’s getting stronger the longerYou stay in Kmart.You can’t run away,You must buy that cake mixture.You look to the roof,A quick escape you can’t picture.You're offensively smelly,But without cake mix there’s nothingTo have with the jelly –Or could you try chicken stuffing?Abandoning your shopping,You race out the store.To the loo you come hopping,Thoughts of dinner no more.It's funny how crises can alter your views,Whittling life down to its core.What does it matter which cake mix you chooseWhen your bowels have come to the fore?Quickfire decisions -You empty your load.Sweet relief, holy visions!You've cracked the code!Spongecake it'll be,With jelly delight.Eat that, and hopefully,Your bowels won't ignite.
chocolate cakethe earth can shakemy bones can breakbut i'll never give youmy chocolate cake