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peter_pan

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See I'm the kind of guy who kisses butterflies goodbye when they die

 

and in the next life I smile wide and tell em not to be shy

 

wink  with one bright blue eye

 

and let em know that I lit a fire inside

 

and it's white light shines through out all of the skies

 

I will never let it die

 

Its the only thing i have to keep the monsters away

 

these demons at bay

 

and i stay deep rooted to keep away this madness

 

it keeps a violent return

 

my cycles of life are recited similarly to bible book verses and quotes of the like

 

to keep bright smiles as fuel for a fight in the dead of vile night

 

its quickly sipped like sweet solutions for bitter dilemmas

 

and it sounds out verbs and vowels and chains them together

 

and Holds through like glue for a bridge for those long gone souls

 

to pass through to go home at long last

 

whether or not you can say that you've never stopped will forever be undecided

 

because semantics are for trivial pursuit

 

and in this game we pursue that knowledge and hope for the few

 

who cling to the comfort of truth

 

and i at least solute the the starry sky from under the deep blue

 

at the bottom of the sea

 

you'll see me burried starring at a starry sky

 

which you can only see from where my watery grave lies

 

and the planet cries and screams for these wild dreams

 

of streamlined torment and vicious cycles to end

 

but never again can you disect a segment once you've slash passed

 

its clay made shell

 

and who knows in truth who made this hell

 

and it only spells out destruction when you connnect the dots

 

so lets not aim for downward strokes and poke holes in the heart

 

of hopeful blokes who foolishly cling to songs they sing of rebels

 

whose myths are swift in their coming but carry tendencies

 

for the men at seas to tell long after their passing

 

and thrashing through thoroughly thought out plans

 

they put a scarred hands on the many miles their hearts have  traveled

 

they lay to rest all of the most precious desires

 

and in their outlandish fantasies

 

we plant the seed for

 

a man like me

 

to believe he could be

 

at peace

 

theres no rest for the wicked

 

and i seem to be stuck in circle of only the worst villains

 

each time i attempt to prevent chaos

 

i stay lost

 

and i never find myself still

 

and even if i with held my ambitions

 

i dont know what i would become

 

when its all done

 

i hope im still someone

 

unscorned

 

maybe ever liked

 

i've seen a lot of butterflies head for the wrong sky

 

so when they drop to lie

 

i'll be there to help hold them

 

and close their eyes
"...There is simply The Way, and he who follows it must know when to act and in what way to act.  Sometimes it is to the right, other times to the left.  An initiate acknowledges no difference...." Veos.