Words and Pictures
Fight a battle like a holy war
Find yourself wedged between cracks
Step lightly at the altar call
And remember never to look back.
Paint a picture like Eden's garden
Let oiled colour run like blood
You spoke and I refused to listen
Ignorance won't stop the flood.
Point the way then nice and easy
With the brush, the pen, the sword
Cut me open, try to please me
Only don't bruise me with that word.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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