Be a father to me
place a hand on my head
keep me rooted, my mind
Oh father, why won’t you let me levitate?
I understand that you are distant
for me to grow above you
but please, that searing shield you carry,
put it down.
Embrace me warmly
......
We were lost
In the mundane affairs
So profusely
That we'd forgotten
Someone is above all omnipotently
It was a necessary break
To halt the busy bustling
Race of sublunary wreck
A sharp decline in defiance
From the mighty face of arrogance
......
Tell me this
Would you reconsider not tearing my heart from my chest? saving your words of hate for when my defence is at its best?
Would you reconsider not hurting those little feet and heart beats we listened to going up and down the stairs each and every night?
Would you ?
Would you reconsider not sniffing our life up your nose? And saving it for the scent of our freshly washed clothes?
......
Drifting off to sleep tormented by a looping chorus, are the lyrics correct? I do not know!
When will I achieve REM or is tonight's tumble fest already begun?
Maybe I'll be trapped as the vampire who devours spiders or the frightened man stabbed in the sternum by that flat top screwdriver!
How many spiders must go down before I'm aloud to leave? How many stabbings must I feel before I jolt from this dream?
How many teeth will fall out while I sleep?
Why must I be paralyzed while the black figures creep?
......
A Collage of Loves Once (or Twice) Had
To The One that told me to always turn to the stars
As the galaxies and solar systems of distant cannot worry for my heavy heart
You’re the one that reminded me how much I love creatures, big and small
Remember the summer we spent dancing among the bugs, through fields
Catching stinging, buzzing insects
Maybe I loved the hunt
The chase
While your eyes fixated on all of them, mine were always stuck on you
......
Drifting off to sleep tormented by a looping chorus, are the lyrics correct? I do not know!
When will I achieve REM or is tonight's tumble fest already begun?
Maybe I'll be trapped as the vampire who devours spiders or the frightened man stabbed in the sternum by that flat top screwdriver!
How many spiders must go down before I'm aloud to leave? How many stabbings must I feel before I jolt from this dream?
How many teeth will fall out while I sleep?
Why must I be paralyzed while the black figures creep?
......
It's complicated, the way that I feel
Life's choices physically and mentally make me ill.
How can a choice have so much impact
My thoughts are suicidal and that's just a fact.
Some sort of sick test ? Or did my choices create? Well it's not fucking funny my life is a state.
The lesson from this I confess make me weary
The thoughts of suicide are creative and vary.
......
Tell me this
Would you reconsider not tearing my heart from my chest? saving your words of hate for when my defence is at its best?
Would you reconsider not hurting those little feet and heart beats we listened to going up and down the stairs each and every night?
Would you ?
Would you reconsider not sniffing our life up your nose? And saving it for the scent of our freshly washed clothes?
......
No need to hurry;
No need to hustle;
The waves do carry
Our each sandcastle.
Life contains a measured beat;
We need to accept all;
Freedom has a deep seat,
As we're given the call.
......
Be a father to me
place a hand on my head
keep me rooted, my mind
Oh father, why won’t you let me levitate?
I understand that you are distant
for me to grow above you
but please, that searing shield you carry,
put it down.
Embrace me warmly
......