Little Angels

Sad sad thoughts run wild again
As if to cast them in, and spin, outside this atmosphere
You're a version of an angel, like everyone else
Why do you do the things you do that way
It's a waste, and not a shame
That all those years left you and them, on the edge
Of a ride that wasn't what it should have been

A thousand screams silenced by innocence
Some one's inherited lack
Leave a million dreams broken again
If I threw my heart in that fire and rain
It would not change a thing
So, who has to say something for one to hear?
There's nothing to tell anyone about this fear

Close your eyes
Lay your hands by your side
Even in the darkness of night
A reflection you see
A perfect legacy you leave behind
So little angels who were once lost
Will find their way home in time

Love Cry

Let it go, and let it in
Don't fight that fight that should never begin
It's hard to let them show you something you don't know
Nothing is dragging you in

Don't let that demon take anymore
Your half heart is not who you are
It is real, we hold your hand tight
Even if your hand doesn't feel

Break that horror scene hiding in your eyes
An image you can continually give life
Beyond the grey clouds that won't seem to go
Are loving eyes who won't let you go

A heart, one in a million
Broken and healed a thousand times
Believe the demon, believe that bright star
Despite it all, you will always know who you are

Sober

It's my last bottle, need to stay a little longer
It's not so bad, takes away the black, when I won't see any farther
You might understand me, I'll never understand you
Pained in your heartaches, a place you would run from if you only knew

I'll drive all night, for you to stop shaking
Inside my head, wish it was me instead, want your heart to stop breaking
I'll question it, and you'll ask what for
Why you can't God'am cry anymore

No one around
Free you from ghosts that tide
I'll be there I promise
A familiar reflection in your eyes

Shadowed lights, on those empty streets
When you can't hold the pain, with broken chains, you'll only see
Faded rules, and empty grace
Doesn't change, you're still that angel and your beautiful face

It's my last drink, at a place where I'll stay
Forever, this movie plays, where your by my side today
And when stars get low, only one thing you need to know
I'll hold your hallowed smile, wherever I might go

No one around
When your hands are tied
I'll be there I swear
Never once stopped hearing your cries

Look up again, can you take my hand
There's somewhere we have to go
Don't be afraid, you're still the same
Just let me take you home

Pale Blue Dot (Carl Sagan)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJE_Ld-UyCk

See You At Sabato!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVZtzwvfE0E

Maybe Back Home

I do not care. It does not mean much. I still will trust as best I can, but hearts run empty.

Forget everything you know. It is all okay. The bleeding hearts, the hardened hearts, and the hearts which no longer are, let them be.

I wake sometimes grateful for escaping my dreams. I wake comforted by the silence. Savour every damn second when you smile. Savour it.

To care is to be blessed. It heals, it rewards, it is peace. It is a curse.

I wonder of the motives of the human mind, and the desires of human flesh. Now I laugh at the stupidity of the human heart. How truly tortured it can be.

Share what you have. Share what is in your heart. Share your soul. Let it it be carried where it was meant to go. Let it go. It may find it's way somewhere. It may go nowhere.

Take your risk. Steal someone's soul. Do what needs to be done for the moment. Close your eyes for good. You might see where it all leads.

Find me if you want. I will be somewhere, or so I say. We all will be found somewhere.

Maybe back home.

What's My Function?

Excrement is the unwanted of the body

Wax of the ear is the shield of audation

Wax of the eyes hold plenty a dreams

Gas from below is air poo

Field of Wankers

Stardust

I don't know what it is like to be defenceless in the grips of evil, or have had my soul tempted or stolen forever. Unfortunately, I see the world as a remarkable place, where remarkable people seem more out of reach.

Being born a bastard child of the tenth degree, never weighed heavy on my shoulders until now.

Ripples cast on the river years ago, made there way to shore and back. I am at the banks of that river, and I can clearly see the very point where the stone first hit the water. It is when the ripples resonated back to its source, did the waters become calm again.

I can see all that has happened, and all who I have come across. Like all of us, I was born into a script that played out beautifully.

As I close my eyes and smile, I will let the anger, judgement, pity, insensitivity, false assumptions, envy, greed, and deception, played out, pass over me.

Like generations past, I will reach down to pick up another stone, and take aim at the river. I will throw it as far as I can. When my hands transform to stardust, those ripples on the river will have made there way to shore and back again. Hopefully then, the one standing at the bank looking back, will smile wider, and boldly look forward.

Ask Me To Dance

I've driven down that road many times over. A steep drop, followed quickly by an ascension back to reason. Trees line both sides, blanketing the fears which swirl around me. The night sky sees my soul. The music plays in the background like a friend who never fails to understand. I can't help, but smile. I may feel alone, but I am my best companion when I know the weaknesses and fortunes of me. I will not waiver when my heart is questioned and pushed. It is the least I owe to the man behind the darkened glass. Fear can pound hard against your chest, and render you paralyzed at your most peaceful moments. Heartache can tear your soul apart, and alter the lens through which you see the world. It will bend your soul, and paint it with the darkest colours not known to exist. It will push you against the cement wall, until you beg for mercy. What will all of this make of me? Maybe nothing at all. It may all be simple facts, and nothing more. I once read that, someones soul can be seen through their eyes. I close mine for now, until the next morning when a glow will give me courage to open them again. I will drive in the dark again, with the stars above reminding me to smile every step of the way. Maybe one day the roads will level a little more, and the music in the background will ask me to dance.