Giving In:Whenever the day off death arrives, I'll lay down these dead scrolls. Attempting to freshen the garden, Upon my resting place, in your mind.And push marigolds of vibrant ... View MoreGiving In:Whenever the day off death arrives, I'll lay down these dead scrolls. Attempting to freshen the garden, Upon my resting place, in your mind.And push marigolds of vibrant colors all around my tombstone. And there I'll lie one rainy day; Hands over chest, interlocked and serene. And the casket will leak, sweet tears of sorrow.And this soul shall rise again, and make it's way back home.Pausing a moment, to admire your skin, that I may never hold, If this is my life now, so be it. I've got you in my sights. If only for tonight, I'll not give into strife. Lightly tiling the soil above your brow.– Existence is sweet enjoying the now
Faith:Just before dawn in the rousing of dream-time, When you're body is at ease, Will you rise to where–by evening, crooks think, Home away from home– The battered puppy lies who ... View MoreFaith:Just before dawn in the rousing of dream-time, When you're body is at ease, Will you rise to where–by evening, crooks think, Home away from home– The battered puppy lies who once gaurded you, that you protected, –Poor puppers? And to care so, and be cared for, but something now awry! What could be done With the whispers, with the shadows, the bastard in waiting? As his hungry, confused, yet positive outlook on life. –Is–who? One that swallows his pride in servitude, Always puts his worst foot backward, Sometimes nightmared, never dreamed with eyes shut. Picking himself up, his hairs stand on end. Fighting to sleep. A walk at midnight through a tattered dream catcher. And yet he still smiles. All the while. If religion were real that's the faith that I'd want The faith of a smile on a dog.
Home:Come when the fields are bare at duskOr come when the moon turns blue;Come when the clouds throw silver streaks.Falls to the twilit stars above.Come to the valley in the light of day,Come to the ... View MoreHome:Come when the fields are bare at duskOr come when the moon turns blue;Come when the clouds throw silver streaks.Falls to the twilit stars above.Come to the valley in the light of day,Come to the peaks you'll find a way.Come, my love, anytime you may.Anytime is the right time.Sweet as a honeysuckle.Soft as silk.Wrap my heart in your cloth.Hold it still.Come when I finally feel complete.Or when your heart is full of grief;Come with the the planting of a seed.Or with the turning of the trees.Come when the first daisy pops.Come when tides are low.Come with plows of snow.Anytime, anytime, my heart still grows.