Friday, August 10, 2007
One of mine and a favorite part from one of theirs
Rain comes down like the grim angel's grin
Thunder rolls with the consequence of sin
And I sit chilled looking for a way to win
This crap game of snake eyes set to begin
Grab hold the harlot's barren, white knuckles
And raise our eyes to the sky-
Strike at weakend knees 'til their resolve buckles
Daring those cries for why-
Whithered virtue brings its breeze of greedy chuckles
For the dreams we've lost we lie-
For the lies we've dreamt we die-
Rain down the window's pane rivers breed
god's message waits patient, mythical seed
Time trickles down as fingertips nervous knead
This place gone cold as Virtue's sacred creed
Grey city sidewalks carry soulless foot soldiers
Eyes cast low to the ground-
The dripping streets brim with blistered shoulders
Burned by lightning's shuttering sound-
The ash left behind sits quiet and smolders
Embers glow all around-
Glowing ashes still confound-
Burned down yesterday in acquiescence
Giving in, surrendered diseased dependence
In hopes of finding rebirths in reverence
Amidst dreams of angelic transcendence
"Soul Meets Body" - Death Cab for Cutie
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new
Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here
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i love that "rain on the window." where did it come from?
Thanks! It came from somewhere in my aging skull. It's far from perfect, and a literary critic would kick it to shit, but glad to hear you enjoyed it. :)
yeah, i do. thanks for sharing.