paintwhenpainted

I have strained and I have tried. yet these eyes have not cried. In the city that never snows. Ice coats the frozen ground. Slipping, I find new lows. There is no safety to be found. Another bird escaped the broken net. All I can is look on and softly let. This soul weeps in the dark, silently. Yet eyes do not shed  even gently.

save me a last glimpse of your bright morning smile and wait while i enjoy it for just a little while because the windows are broken the rage has been spoken all of your dreams have escaped toppled the love that was faked this story ended yesterday as the train rushed you away

move me, and take me to wonders ahead and send me no devils or angels of dread save me from hatred, from dark hopeless roads spare me of anguish and help me heave heavy loads send my way no dark dreary storms or misleading shadow forms stop here, and test me no more no heartache, nor eternal gore help me to battle for my daily needs and perform great heroic deeds and send me your unbreakable sword hear me, for I am your image o lord

There is no hope There is no love Just a dangling rope Lowered from above Why have we wept Over broken dreams While the world slept Just impossible memes Where have I gone Not where I planned All alone Last stand

In the begining there was matter, matter moved and then there was time. Things bumped into each other, bound together to create order, rythm and rhyme. Living things woke up from deep slumber, then began to re-arrange the world. Small things colided, rubbed against each other, sparked, then burned. From fire came light, the living things learnt to see, and then the world was born.

The man from Pineapple Island. Had sandals covered in sand. He did not own a lot. He wore his hair tied back in a knot. Oh the wonderfull stories he could tell. His tanned skin as hard as a sea shell. He had a small boat he sailed there and far. Arriving on small islands to play his guitar. He went to places where they had only canoes. Where they brewed their own kind of booze. There he would lie down on the sand so soft. Those spirits making his mind drift aloft. On his Island in the middle of nowhere. Lost in the maze of home brewed beer.

I finally found all the good souls Living in cozy rabbit holes With sun tanned happy smiles With feet that walk many miles Guitars play along with their singers Strummed by soil stained fingers In woods with wild forest sheep Eating cookies and half asleep Living the lives of heroes blessed Treating everyone like an honoured guest With hearts made of intentions pure This wandering self the sirens did lure To a strange and exotic nest Built to be better than all the rest For those so rare and fortunate few Who are blessed to drink the morning dew

behold the Temple of the Dawn where the glow of Life is born in multitude the Worlds prelude blossoms forth and spreads across the sleepers' beds in a golden glowing mime it comes, a good new time nudges open sparkling eyes to see things of small size wait on the brink my friends all the worlds find their ends but there is a place to find through a rabbit hole in your mind that leads to the open space with room in which to amaze a place that will live forever young and strong with no space for things that are wrong follow me or let be make room there yee mighty I will become more than a slightly let me take you to the he

you there: strong, proud and tall who fought till they broke down the wall struggled in your life to escape the noose that now constricts your nape you climbed up from the world of poor daring to discover what was outside your door you saw all that could be achieved with great wealth betting on the future of unstoppable health now the winters grow cold your bones hollow and old your days lead to collapse you fall into everyday traps that gold still only gleams in your head now your betting on lottery tickets instead heartbeats merge into an everlasting drone as you move into smaller and smaller homes one morning you will wake

I searched for it near and far. In icy waters and Turkish bazaars. On mountains covered in trees. On city streets dripping with sleaze. In temples chanting Sanskrit. I searched for the elusive it. I looked for a place made in my mind. Believing it to be somewhere I could find. A place made of dreams I thought. Without anything to be fought. Where I could find some peace. and enjoy a world of warmth and ease. This place would be alive all around. This place that I named Sleeptown. Under rocks and panes of glass. Behind swaying blades of grass. I searched incredible lengths. I exerted mighty strengths. I looked in philosopher'