Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The Song In My Lungs

I breath it in but I cant breath it out.
It fills up my throat with a silent shout.
I cant put into words what my heart has heard.
Without wings it attempts to fly,
A falling tear without a cry.

Its the note that rises from the sunrise
seeps into my bones, I know Im not alone.
Its the word that makes the Darkness flee,
Its the hope of where I'll someday be,
the tune that cant be sang with tongues
Its the song from my lungs.

Its not my own its from the throne room,
but its all my own when I'm with you alone,
its the strong song that carries me when all is wrong,
And the nights seem long,
and blood runs black,
this burning song comes back to me straight from your heart,
and I find myself resting in your arms,
you are my song, the song in my lungs
what is this song, when I come undone,
its the song in my lungs

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Upside Down

Like the song running through the trees,
is the heartbeat blood in me.
Like the rain that falls on earth,
is the wondering that stirs.
These thoughts the well in me.
You are my dwelling.
Feelings wont pen down.
My feet are off the ground.

Im upside down, for whats today
I'll slowly give myself away
This is what life is to be alive
Some others say to hold on tight
I've let go of everything
I'm tumbling on your breeze
Hear the sigh inside of me
Im close and far away
Turn this moment to a day

Letting go from the branches I hold on to
Opening myself to pain raw and new
Wont let myself grow old
Wont let my soul get clammy and cold
I will not be dead today
you found me alive this way
And upside down.

My Defense

Weakened by drought and falling faster than a comet.
Beaten by disaster and fumbling through the steps.
Nothing much to see, not what I hoped to be.
But its what your doing, I am becoming me.

Take up my defense,
I haven't got enough strength left.
I'm digging my heels in the ground,
and my river and wells run dry.
My hearts too weary to pound,
Is this how you want me to die,
Is this how how I should live my life.
What are you doing,
Slowly becoming me.

Please take up my defense,
I haven't got it yet.
I forgot the words to say,
Can't remember how I got this way.
What am I supposed to do.
I'll give it up and trust in you,
if your arms are strong enough to hold the world,
you can hold my heart, life and universe.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Nothing But You

I've seen so much of Sorrows wake.
I've swam in oceans of tears for deaths sake.
I've scaled the mountains of disaster,
I've spun out of control could'nt go any faster.

What is left of me, theres nothing left of me.
Theres nothing left in this world.
Theres nothing left to see, theres nothing I can bring,
My eyes shut my fingers curled,
My question, what left me stirred.
No other human to trust, no other love left to trust,
no happiness, only madness,
Then I breath you in, and you heal me all over again.

Another show to put on,
One more night, gotta hold on.
We slip in the rain,
and we slip, crash, feel pain.
What do I have left to show,
What do I want them to know.
I can't just let go,
but I'm losing control,
there is nothing left in my soul

Gotta breath you in in the quiet,
Feel you in even the riot,
Hold you peace hold it inside it.
Gotta take you into my day
Feel your peace when I'm not ok,
Hold on to your every word, yeah every word you say

Reach

Stretching my hands up to the sky,
like a child looking in your eyes.
Today you found me wakin up
Again.
I remembered true love my friend.

And I reached my hands to the sunset,
I'm reaching up past what my eyes can see,
I'm reaching for what no ones seen yet,
I'm stretching myself to see what you can make of me,
I know what you can do, and I only know myself when Im with you,
So like a child I am free,
To sing
To You.

I'm comforted only by your love,
when I see the shore, I know its me you're thinking of.
I'm amazed by the structure of the cross in the chaos,
I am fazed by your grace when you see just what I'm made of.

Unraveled

I hate these thoughts,
despise my own admissions,
Disdain my lots,
Bitter towards regretful commissions.

What have I done here, Im so messed up,
Why do I still fear, as if your'e not enough
why do I dive in, when I know I'll only break my neck,
like I havent done that yet, so much that I regret, when I'm lyin in bed,
so many thoughts fill my head, and I come unraveled. Hem me in, above and below,
behind and before, Im disheveled and unraveled.

I can't stand myself,
or bear my own reflection,
I know that I really need some help,
Im just so stuck up to correction,
pride is an addiction,
pride is an affliction,
Pride is broken shins,
on cracked pavement,
Where do I lose myself,
to find to it,
where to I erase my life
to define it.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Class LYA

The bell rings, class begins.
At least I didn't fail, though I didn't do so well.
Back to my desk, the one thats pencil scratched.
The one thats worn with holes, stuck with gum to make it full.
Graphite on my hands and face, writing at a heart bursting pace
Haven't I been here before,
I guess I have to learn more.

Im the Graduating Class of the Last Year Alive.
Trying it over and over till I get it right.
Haven't we touched on this subject before, how much more,
is there to entropy, and gravity and humanity, and your love for me,
and the change in I see, and the way to be, and being clean, and becoming free//
Can't wait until the day when I cross the stage in this stage of life,
Im in the Graduating Class of the Last Year Alive.

In your patient you teach me the same thing over and over and over again,
You have been the greatest Teacher, and mentor, and father and friend.
And I can't wait to thank you as you place the diploma in my hand,
I'll throw it down at your feet, and bask in what I don't understand.

Graduating Class LYA, we only have until our last day,
learn what you can and stay in his hand, cause we only have today,
Graduating Class LYA, we only have until our last day,
If you don't know it all, it'll all be ok,
Graduating Class LYA, we only have this day to be alive,
Learn from his heart, put your hopes inside.
Graduating Class LYA this could be our last day alright.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Oak Tree

I don't know why it is, but its true,
can't keep my heart from falling through.
It reaches out over the edge
and falls away.
And so many times you call my name,
and I sometimes think that I'm insane,
But I'll just bet,
You find someway to save me.

Im back in the backyard of hopeless dreams,
yes I'm a dreamer, I just close my eyes and see.
But sometimes I can't block out the screams,
So you remind me of the sweet reality,
and you find me falling out of the oak tree.

Falling out can be a beautiful thing
until my feet smash on the ground,
Some tell me to tie up a swing,
but then you wouldn't feel the sound,
you have to be ok with falling down.

Im falling out, and falling down,
can't wait for the day when I'm safe and sound,
and I will light from the oak tree,
falling and flying safely as can be.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Life's Anthem

In deep thought,
everyone's searching,
for what they want.
And everyone's longing for an anthem
for life
an anthem for when you rise,
to sing yourself to sleep at night.
Searching and hoping and skimming through songs,
Is it the one I've been looking for
the note that stays where I belong.

Give me my life's anthem a song
of love, hope, and faithfulness,
the tragedy and broken mess,
and then some mixed into one,
beautiful tune.
Give me my life's anthem,
the one for me that's true.

The reason for life,
the driver on the road,
the explanation for death, devastation, wrong and right
And what goes beyond,
yeah give me that song,
the one from deepest memories,
to rid the mess inside of me,
this love, death and war inside

By me and my sister, Roozie Roo

Eagle Eyes

More Lights,
Late nights,
Rock fights,
Good times,
Hard times,
Tonight,
Alright.

Tonight was another night,
stars shone with all their might,
But although they blazed bright,
Even their light,
couldn't stand up to mans street light.
Most of the time I love the light,
the flashes of white,
the colors of heat
Fused with a drum beat.
Most of the time,
My heart hangs in rhyme,
But something snapped the string,
and my heart sank to my feet.

Tonight was a night when the light hurt my eyes
and tears blurred my vision and I lost my precision of sight
and the stage felt like a prison and the lights burned out my mission
The reason I fight, the whole world crashed tonight, like the Great Depression,
Loss is my new obsession, but through the blur of watery lights, I looked up and
I thought I saw your eyes, what might be your eyes, get me through tonight.

I sang a few songs,
I sang a new song,
and you held my heart still,
and quiet,
and no chill,
no throbbing riot,
I had new will,
no pain inside it.

I found I had eagles eyes,
and could look at the light,
With new strength to fight,
The lights no longer my blight,
Your new song gave me hope for tonight.

More Lights,
Late nights,
Rock fights,
Good times,
Hard times,
Tonight,
Alright.
So bright,
Goodnight,
Camera time,
please sign,
long line,
hold time,
keep time,
under light,
Tonight,
Alright.

Live in Love

When we are in love,
there's nothing we won't do.
We'll run into a fire if we have to.
When we are in love,
We aren't afraid to tell the truth,
So when did out fall out of this and become ashamed of you.

I'm gonna live like I'm in love again.
I'm gonna act like your my best friend,
Why am I so desperate to run away,
from your embrace,
and to the face,
of the hate,
why do I try to hide my love,
and pretend I'm not bleeding blood.

Why am I red at the sound of your name,
for three days you fought death so I'd be yours to claim.
Why do you do what you do,
and why am I ashamed of you.

I'm gonna live like I'm in love again,
make you my best friend,
tell all about your fame,
and the power in your name,
I'll not be ashamed,
So I'll stand among the saved

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Storm

Just been through a storm,
the worst I've ever seen.
My house was torn apart.
My heart ripped at each seam.
But I came out stronger than before,
The pain is just a part of the dream.

You've carried me though, you've carried me to
the eye of a storm.
And I was so scared, my knees knocked, and I thought they locked
the door.
I saw the earth leveled, and my faint heart trembled,
but you made me push on, if it weren't for you I'd be gone.
The black red eye looked at me, hadn't had his fill, still hungry.
You pulled me through the devil's plot,
and made me to stand on your Rock.
So shocked where I am.
No longer on shifting sand.
I looked over the horizon behind me,

now look where I am.

You held me up high, you carried me through,

I couldn't look at the waters had to look at you,

when you reached out to hold me there was nothing I couldn't do,

except that I could barely breath.

I couldn't believe that I'd believed.

The Cup

There's a man, standing on the side of the road.
He's not your ordinary freeway strider.
He's got a cup in his hands like its all were looking for.
He's got scars on his hands, arms and back but he's a fighter.

He says everything you looking for in found right in this cup.
If you don't believe taste and see, this is my life blood.
Yeah, I was smashed like glass,
and all of Heaven crashed,
but they still won't believe me,
just drink from this cup and you will see.

You can journey the hard way,
and take the long road, hang back and party.
You can fly to the moon if you want to, climb up to the heavens,
But believe me you will find that its true I hold in my hands what you're missin.

Have you ever tasted love,
have you ever tasted life.
Have you ever seen such a gift,
Have you seen all the twisted lies.
If you think that you have enough,
just drink from this cup.

What on Earth's Roots

Woke up not knowing who you were,
the face in the mirror is distant and drained.
All yourself sees are the questions of these in a blur.
Woke like you've never hoped in your life, your'e pained

Everyone says find something new,
and you've been searching all over your room.
You sought till you cried, nothing left inside.
You whisper what on earth am I fighting for?
All misdirections from your misconceptions
now scraps of paper on the floor,
what are you gonna do?
Then amidst all these blues, there rises up in you
the Old from Before, that cries return to your roots.

When you can't find the new,
Look to your past,
where have you been brought from,
where have you been bought from.
At a loss of what to do,
you only feel what you lack,
Don't turn back, don't fall over,
the wind only grows colder,
just let the storms make you stronger,
who holds your roots firm,
who makes the fire burn,
who keeps your mind strong,
who sings the life song,
don't look to yourself,
don't hide in your wealth,
don't wallow in sorrow,
there will be a tomorrow,
return to your roots,
deeper than before,
return to your roots,
reach to the floor,
return to your roots,
get down on your knees,
return to your roots,
the answers to these,
What on Earth's roots,
What on Earth's roots,
what can you do,
reach down
dig deeper,
resound
peaceful sleeper,
you know what your looking for will finally be found,
when you stop obsessing over futuristic ground,
all new things will come in time,
in the right time,
not on our time,
remember from whence you first came true,
awake from despair, and return to your roots.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Tie

Looking at the floor,
where the shoelace is untied.
Looking in the mirror
where the tie wont stay on right.
Looking at the ribbon
that wants to come undone.
Could the inevitable force be rid of
Could I freeze time for just one
moment.

Then I could could tie
up all my loose ends.
Forgive and restore amends.
Then I could fly away from this place,
and tie myself together,
untie the knots I'm in.
And retie those ones that fell apart again.
I need a little time to tie

It would tide me over until everything is right.
Its just so many things lag on the ground untied.
Its a wonder I've kept my mind,
The loops undo and the laces on my shoe just can stay in line.
I think I just need a little time.


Then I could could tie
up all my loose ends.
Forgive and restore amends.
Then I could fly away from this place,
and tie myself together,
untie the knots I'm in.
And retie those ones that fell apart again.
I need a little time to tie,
a little time to cry,
a little time to reflect upon my life,
and on the day most think I'm dying
that's the day that I'll be tying
my life up,
when my times up,
I wanna go tied.
Keep me by your side tonight,
Hold me in your arms so tight,
Oh please help me to stay tied.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Sorrow Is My Friend

Sitting in silence,
shrouded by gray,
Feeling my existence,
is unknown today,
by anyone of importance.
I've been left cold and numb,
I can't feel anything at all.
My heart is mute and dumb,
My spirit like a dying flower falls.

Sorrow reaches out her hand,
I'm on the lonely beach.
Do I make Sorrow my friend,
Do I embrace what she can teach.
Can I swallow the pain of the bitter end,
Can I move forward after being struck down,
Do I make Sorrow my friend
Will I put my hand in hers and let myself drown.

I don't like to feel the burn,
and pain is the hardest master,
I want to run but I find hurt at every turn,
There's no escaping the impending disaster.
So much time I've spent running from storms
I could have been learning something more,
cause no matter how hard you try to find the exit door,
pain will always end up on your shore.

Give me the strength of your Pain,
Give me the same anthem and refrain,
Keep in the hand of sorrow,
So I will be strong for the fights of tomorrow.
Then when I get home and the fires subside,
I can rest in the strength that Sorrow left behind.

Invisible Ink

Put the ink to the paper.
Write it down like a storm.
Somehow you missed what you wanted to say.
Its not a thing for later.
I just keep missing point and form.
And someday somebody's gonna pay.

You won't believe it in black,
And you wont read writing in red.
I'm up when dawn cracks.
Remembering what he said.
He said sometimes the plainest thing,
plain as the tears that you blink,
were the easiest to ignore, and were best in
invisible ink.

When you can't see it at first
It makes you look at it twice.
Put the ink under the flame.
Now your eyes light up when you see the verse.
You understand who and what is Wrong And Right.
And through all the changeable the invisible' s the same.

Invisible ink
makes you think
Pushes the brink
Of our sink
He's the link
To put us in sync
Gives Water to drink
Won't leave us bleeding pink.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Rising

Rising tonight, coming over the horizon.
Feeling the fight, and the beat of my heart.

I know its all, its all alright,
because its in your hands.
Its not something new that I'm learning tonight.
Its just that I've been clenching fist fulls of sand.
Its not something new, but it feels like relief.
Its something back beyond, before my grief.
Its something so relevant,
something so prevalent ,
Something so magnificent,
its You.

Rising tonight, coming over the shoreline.
Knowing your might, and the truth of your scars.

I know its all, its all alright,
because its in your hands.
Its not something new that I'm learning tonight.
Its just that I've been clenching fist fulls of sand.
Its not something new, but it feels like relief.
Its something back beyond, before my grief.
Its something so relevant,
something so prevalent ,
Something so magnificent,
its You.

Rising in my heart,
I've been holding my breath,
Excuses fall apart,
there's nothing left.
You are my only rest.
Is this just another wave of wonder
of whats beyond the grave,
it makes me ponder.

Rising, rising, Rising, rising, Rising, rising,
Colliding, Collapsing, Earths Crying, Sky's Laughing, Mountain's Weeping, Ocean's Singing, You're Keeping Time.

Tattooed Soul

I am so weary of it all,
I am so worn out from the fall.
The weight of it is killing me,
I'd dying inside, dying to be set free.
But you turn your head away,
you turn your head

What do you mean when you say to love them,
Have you been watching earth with your eyes closed,
Do you hear the curses rising from them,
Do you see the red stain of the tattooed souls.
How can I embrace the hate of my lover,
how can I show truth to those betrayed by another.
How can you shine light into a black hole, onto a tattooed soul.

Don't you make me break,
Don't want these tears to fall.
Don't you give me The Ache,
Or I might lose it all...
all of the time
You're in the back of my mind,
reminding me I was made whole,
and that I was once a tattooed soul.

Au Revoir Babylon

Such a beauty,
such a face.
Made all the kings of the world pulse race.
She was the queen of temptation,
she ruled every nation.
She drank the blood of the Holy ones,
she sat at the right hand of the Devil,
She scoffed at those who were undone,
and she held evil close with revel.

But justice has come like a flood,
to remind all the world of the blood,
of the Saints, of the blood that she drank.
Now is the time for the Holy crusade,
to purge her streets and blot our her name.
Its the day of her dying, all the worlds crying,
and every ones trying but there's no way to save she's long gone.
Say goodbye with sorrow, she won't see you tomorrow,
au revoir Babylon.

Her city has fallen, dear ones its a warning.
Take a look at her burning remains.
Repentance of heart and remorsefully mourning,
will change your soul and erase your stains.
Do not let this boastful folly find its way into your heart,
its like a catacomb once you get in there is no way out.
This queen of scarlet was doomed from the start,
don't stay like harlot cursing your lover with shouts,
or you too will be destroyed, all heaven be employed,
to blot you out like the stain that you are, dont run away or
au revoir

Monday, September 14, 2009

Watching the World

Pulled back the blinds,
they made that sound.
Opened my eyes,
to the moon going down.
The morning was still cool,
and the trees were silent,
the sky was yawning from black to blue,
my mind tried to settle in the quiet.

I was watching the world roll out of bed,
I saw the sunrise sleepy head,
the clouds rolled in like a stroll in the park,
the birds nestled down in their nests and they harked
to the musical silence.

The morning is still half asleep,
with the wind dying down.
The whole day keeps
and sleeps to the sound
of the quiet noise inside the stars
that are waiting for darkness to shine out.
Everyone is still,
what are we waiting for.
Blue is peeking through the gray,
will the sunshine come today,
if it dont then thats ok
the world can afford one day.
We'll sleep this day away.

Dont really feel in the mood to do anything,
but sit and watch the morning sing,
cause some days it just won't leave,
and the whole earth breaths a sigh of relief.
The earth can afford one day.
We'll sleep this day away.

The quiet creeps into my own mind.
I can't do anything but still still.
I can't find a good reason behind
all the reasons I want to fill.

Then the sun breaks up the dawn,
Decrescendos the morning song,
we knew this day couldn't last for long.
Look at the clock only 6 minutes past.
How many lifetimes in those moments.

I watched the world today.
Eternity isn't too far away.
Don't wanna fall behind,
But sometimes you have to let the world unwind.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Black and White

Open and free to new possibilities.
Fresh, clear and clean.
Like the blank slate I want to be.

To see the world in black and white.
Open spaces, easy on my eyes.
No color to concern or to confuse,
No gray between the wrong and right.
My hearts been burning like a fuse.
Wheres this elusive lens tonight.

After so much color, and so much up in the air,
I wish I could condense this blur beneath my stare.
Free and bright, clear and wide, between the divide,
in black and white.
Not pretty, but sure. Beautiful and simply pure.
After my relocation of this life, will be
Hanging on my walls in black and white

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Airport

Just one more night in this place,
just one more hour flying through space,
I rest my head against the window,
Pain is separation, away is decimation,
whats my destination.

Been living outta suitcases for longer than I want to believe.
Can't wait for the last line and luggage receipt.
Home is a welcome thought as I leave these foreign shores.
But when I reached home I found that home is not my home anymore than where I was before. What am I looking for?

Another night in a hotel bed,
recollecting the day and what was said.
Why does all the earth feel distant, this doesnt
feel like home to me. Maybe home is someplace I can't see.
When the day comes and I pay my dues, pack up the suitcase the last time though,
then fly though space and come home to You. That's when I'll be home.

Been living outta suitcases for longer than I want to believe.
Can't wait for the last line and luggage receipt.
Home is a welcome thought as I leave these foreign shores.
But when I reached home I found that home is not my home anymore than where I was before. What am I looking for?

I know you're waiting up for me.
Preparing a feast for the hungry.
Building shelter for Pilgrims so weary.
When we finally cross over,
lay down our crosses and come alive,
Home is inside, your arms.

Just one more night in this place...

Blue Sky Soon

There are clouds overhead, but I see the blue in the sky

Some mornings you wake up dead, until you open up your eyes

And there are nights when the moon's clouded over,

Your shiver your shoulders as the wind whispers colder,

But the morning breaks when the black grows older,

When the black's cracked over.

There will always be clouds and always be rain,

But the sunshine will always prove itself again,

Without the rain to wash out the pain of gray stormy nights,

We wouldn’t need the sun to warm our faces that've seen fights.

Sit at the supper of suffering, and eat the bread of peace

Eat what is put before you, soon you'll be at the feast.

See the blue up past the clouded sky, and the streets beyond the atmospheric blight

Friday, September 11, 2009

Tears like Rain and Laughter like Sunshine

With all our brokenness, we still gather. We come together in one common place, the house of a shattered childhood and broken dreams. A house with walls that are beautiful to behold, but are crumbling to pieces from all the bitterness and grudges they must hold. We all hope that the ground we stand upon is sacred. Sacred against scars and blood. That for a few happy hours, there will be forgiveness, mercy, and tolerance. We can only hope.

Labor day weekend. The one day we pray for sun and the clouds begin to billow in from all directions. The sky seems to sense the turmoil. Yet the Sun fights back the thunder. A sprinkle here, and a dry spell there. The clouds can't seem to make up there mind. Whether to storm or to subside. To give way to the suns laughing face, or to pour rain on her bright lights. The confusion in the clouds matches and mixes with the atmosphere of the house. It stands tired and weary, ready for rain or sun, hardly daring to hope that the storms will be merciful. She saw the Black Moon last night. She saw its glow diminish as the storm clouds thundered their chariots to cover her eyes. She has no hope. Except for one faint glimmer. There is hope in the hearts of those who have communed with the Creator, and supped with the Sun. Who have eaten their fill of the bread of peace and the cup of love. Their hearts are filled with a peace, and they pray that like soft warm sunlight, his Spirit will dry up the condensation that leaks in through the walls.

Geese fly overhead. They call out to one another, singing songs only they know and keeping their families close by. They are flying away from the storm. I watch their flight away from this place. This is not my time to run. It is the time for the quiet fight. Against all the desperation, against all the words that stab like knives, and against my own selfish wants and wishes for the day. It begins to rain. Like a melancholy tune, it weeps in our ear. Like the anger inside, it pelts the ground with fury. Like a cleansing, it clears our minds and refreshes the ground. How fitting that it should rain.

Cars roll in slowly, one by one. Hesitating, remembering the wounds they've received before, they park in the flooding driveway. Like gentle arms, the rain forces them to gather together. They cannot wait for long without the rain penetrating their skin. The noise of the rain fills the air, and fills up the empty spaces where we gather. I slip out for a moment of solitude. With my back against the white wood panels of the garage wall, the rain dripping off the gutter, and my hands outstretched, I let the rain slip through my hands and fingers. Somewhere behind the rain and heavy mist, the sky is blue and the sun is laughing. As the children file out of the cars beaded with water, they stretch their hands to the sky and laugh.

Feelings of rejection and recoil are not far away. But somehow the mantle of distrust is set aside for another day. The taste of bitterness still lingers on our tongue, but we swallow it with our food prepared over the fire of sacrifice. Mercy tempers the sky, and the clouds are swept away like a curtain. The sun shows her face for a few moments, like a sigh of somber relief. Then as soon as the laughter of the children rings and the smiles of the older ones begin to spread, the storm clouds gather once more. Everyone is brought inside the house. The house who somehow has lifted her head. The Spirit sweeps through the walls to help her hold on for just one more day.

The children play. They play without acknowledging the pain. Without remembering the separations of the past. They laugh when someone is funny, and for a few hours live in harmony. For a few precious hours, they are merely children without a present future or past. The only thing that matters is who is "it" and when they will strike. The only thing that matters is that no one is injured or crying. The only thing that matters is that everyone is fed. The only thing that matters is they are children and they are together.

The crowd breaks down back into their own cars, their own lives, their own songs. The streaky windows conceal their faces. And like the end of a tune, the cars spin their wheels and drive away, the noise fading into the distance. The noise inside the house dies down. The air is filled with the after sound of rain, and the moon hums a chill into the night air. With goodbyes and goodnights and hugs a thousand times, the day is over, the rain is quiet and the night barely breaths. We fill our lungs with its song, unaware of the beatiful blue symphony of which we have just been a part.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Love and War

There is never peace on this earth.
Turmoil is her constant compainion
If it isnt new death or old birth
Its war in some trench or canyon.
And if theres no battle outside my home,
I find it in myself when Im alone.

Where is peace,
is it in your arms, in your songs
If it is it sure dont last long,
Cause I get so distracted
By all that I lack,
my future and past,
Quiet my mind
Make my cares subside
Let me sing songs to you alone
Until I find my burden lifted and Im home.

I need your peace in the morning,
I need it at night,
I need you to hold me,
tell me it'll be alright
Your more glorious than war,
Your more victorious by far,
You know behind and before,
You of all have the worst scars

Angry Love

Saw you standing there
My eyes burned up the air
I walked straight through the crowd
I didnt care what was all around,
you didnt know me then,
You dont know me now,
But I made your heart rend,
and made my mark somehow

It was an angry love
How could you do what you did
Did you think you could hide away from your sin
My firey eyes burned up your cool ones
You gave your heart to so many unloves
I dared to say it then I dare to say it know
My angry love will burn you down

Now Im on you,
and you cant get away
No place to hide you,
cant find a place
that I wont avoid,
Im after your soul so I'd
just give in and save myself some time
Dont you know that Im the life
without me you'll die

Destroyed

You think you are walking down a quiet lane
before you know it someones screaming
You can't think whats wrong or locate the pain
But theres blood everywhere you've got a sick feeling.
Suddenly you feel your lungs burning up from the top,
and your running faster than you knew you could.
You wish you could but you cant ever stop,
then you learn what you never thought you would.

Its your own body thats battered and bleeding,
its your own mouth thats open and screaming.
You thought you knew so much,
you thought you were so tough,
thought you were invinceable,
your story was convinceable
only long enough to fall to peices
like your tears that fill the creases
in the floor and you cant find the exit door.
Where is your hope now.

You cannot find the will to speak
you feel your in a nightmere
Your legs are feeling faint and weak,
and up at the sky you stare
with feverish eyes at burning red skies,
why wont he make this all disapear,
then you realize your holding a mirror

Oh Lord please comfort me
I've seen what I could become,
Oh Lord please rescue me,
I know myself to well, I'll come undone.
What if I became the enemies employed
What would happen if my soul ripped to a void
I saw a great catastrophe of a being destroyed,
Destroyed like a desert wasteland
Destroyed like a starving dying man
Destroyed like a black burning building and
Destroyed like a land filled with fire and salt

Who are You Now

You used to watch the sun rise from the sand,
but now all you see are the papers shoved in your hand.
You once had eyes full of hopes and dreams,
but you've reached the peak and split at the seams.
And what are the pictures, and what are the words?
I thought I used to know you, used to know who you were
But now Im not so sure.

Just one question spins like a storm inside,
who are you, who are you now?
I know I shocked you when I walked up and cried
who are you, who are you now?
You held out your pen, wish it was a pencil,
you think youre so important, life is indelible,
Just who are you now

I had no scrap of paper in my hands,
I happen to think youre more important than that.
Whats a scrap of paper,
Whats a lovin hater,
Whats just one more time,
whats a heart that wont beat in time,
whos the dead man in the corner,
who is the sick one on the floor,
Are those faces the ones I see in you,
Why are your your eyes so stony blue.

Are you only a name,
are you five minutes of fame
are you the ultimate gain,
or just another infliction of pain.
Are you only pen and ink,
Are you just a kiss and a wink,
are you only a picture of a person,
or a beating heart thats hurtin.
Who are you exactly,
are you only matter of factly,
are you a blemish so dark a stain,
are you only lookin for someone to blame.
Who are you now?

Life was so much simpler without gain.
Life was so easy and hard with joy and pain.
But now you hold back tears
your heart cant beat your fears
you are no longer real.