A heart of stone, a smoking gun

The fight for the cruel
a war
for who would win heaven and hell
thoughtless display of mankind
much power in uncaring men
to catch the light
that shows the fate
of a soldier armed with a sword and gun
a realm of hope
a loss of courage
a battle of wit and mind
who has the heart to beat the lion
that carries your neck to stand
covered with leaves and fall
memories of dead hands
and lost fingers
the only palace
to overlook your world
a forest of dears
known as kings
an octagon of unknown loves
filled with madness of passion and hate
dancing clouds of mystery
ending nights of intrigue
the battles won
by the littlest gun

The days thats past
in and out
through window seals
pain of light
hope of warmth
of what once was
thats dried away
captured to only be put on show
to talk
to walk
to act like everyone else
she jerks her head
cracks a smile
smells the air
and forgets
about the damage
people have caused
friends have caused
i have caused
she walks to the chair
swift moves
prances to a stare
possibly too elegant for this earth
for this time
just walk away
just let us stay
your gentle ease
with your front sway
you are a such a great friend
always and to this day.






-for a friend. we've had our times. with many more coming.
love ya lilian.

I'll never follow
You go too far
You're gone too late
So you walk away
& I leave
I return to you
But never tell
I'll never tell
The lies i've said
So you walk away
& you'll never know
I stay for your return
But you tread off to the lamp
I'll never follow
It's too hot near the lamp
It's neon, you know?
Blue to the lies
Bright to the screams
That neon light burns
& so you walk away
Closer to me
Further from it
Seeing my layers
Grabbing my coat
I need to leave
To where you won't follow
To where i can lock up
What I'll never tell
You walk away
To the neon light
Closer to it
Further from me
You watch it lie
I watch you scream
I'll never follow

You saw the little boy at the end of the street

On his bike, he looked so young

You walked up to the little boy

and asked if you could borrow his bike

he stared at you

you took off your shoe

its a fair trade you say

as the boy hands you his bike, he says

"Good luck Mr."

    You're young, but too old for that bike

the leaves are dead, the grass is dieing, the wind is alive, and you're still riding

down the cracked path

the road thats dirty and tainted

the bikes too slow

and the winds too fast

the brakes arent working and theres no rest

Theres blood on your white shirt today

you've made your bed clinging to the ground today

the little boy places your shoe next to your foot

"I;m sorry Mr. Your luck wasnt so good today"

Thats all the boy said as he road off with his bike

theres blood on your white shirt today

.....

 

( You should take a bath... )