Balance
Beautiful
Because We Dream In Black And White
Beliefs
Black
Bowl Of Cherries
Burnt
Balance
read the writing on the door
didn't mean to set the pace
caught a glimpse of someone else
in this absent minded face
in another universe with
1,000 mountains and my trees
a river pulls me slowly
with it's confidence and ease
the balance hides inside
le ingenue that binds it so
and baths in both worlds
living it as living no
i only own one dress, my hair is always a mess,
i hardly ever guess, i'm not bad at chess,
some say i'm beautiful
i have a cat named moon, i never cum too soon,
i rarely wake at noon, they'll call me aroon
that's so beautiful
i know a girl called rose, we always go to shows,
she's got weird toes, she'll never have our foes,
cause she is beautiful
i have tears i shed, i love you in bed,
it'd be you if i wed, never heard the words, i said,
you're my beautiful
i only see my dave, my mind is so concave,
it's my heart...my grave, and your love i crave,
beacause it's beautiful
i only hide my fears, i can drink two beers,
it's been many years and i still hear their jeers,
i'm not beautiful
i love human touch,i love 'making love' so much,
you know i always blush, at all you say, you gush,
you think that's beautiful
i only hear to see, i'm never eye-candy
never the one to be, bird drowned in the sea
how rarely beautiful
you say i was the best, my heart beats in my breast,
you surely jest, i always be such a pest,
now THAT is beautiful
Behind the dreams we dream
Black chariot, white sky
The color washed from the pallette
Absence and lack leave only
starkness, pale, unyielding
And we are left with strange oddities
We will never know the joy of
color; life in the day,
Because we dream in black and white
Do not let the spirit of lament
run over you time and time again.
Do not wish for things, undreamed, with
starry, awe-stricken eyes.
You have the power to succeed
with the greatness of your mind
and the strengths that lie within your soul.
Sweet harmonies will echo through
your mind and tunnel sugared lies into
your untainted thoughts.
Have the faith that draws you on,
the beliefs that carry you through
doors unopened.
And do not let sweet nothings be
whispered in your ears, you do not
need these coy distractions
Discard the maps that have your course
engraved upon them, and make your own way
through this muttled world.
A moment of truth, live for it.
A meaning to live, search for it.
A second of love, die for it.
water trickles sin
black contrasted against white
a shade found within
The stain in the rug won't
come out, trust me I've
scrubbed at it myself.
The little girl in the
room wearing curlers
denies help for reach of a shelf.
And the stars are shining.
The wind is blowing.
The world is perfect,
Yet tears are flowing.
The fog swallows me whole
No cherries, no cherries in the bowl
I can't be amused under
these tainted sheets, no
Life to suck from these teats.
The innocence stares from
the doorway, shocked at what she
sees and shamed
The stain seems small now
that the rest is blemished as well
But the wind will blow and
The stars will swell
Till the fog swallows me whole
No cherries, no cherries in the bowl.
You say beauty is a gift I hold
Another bestowed upon
unknown features and clouded eyes
I live locked in a cage
which I built around myself
Cold unfeeling bars and stripped
Insensitive by unseen forces
Gossamer wings on satin skin,
glowing in your sweetness.
Basking in my lack of freedom,
I watch you as you glide around
Original; stolen qualities that
made me a reality.
A soft breeze, like little kisses deep at night,
extinguish stars until tears of acid
burn through the blanket of darkness
Daisy chains and queen anne's lace
all sway gently through the air
My locks of fawn lay still,
unfettered by this untimely freshness
I crave a newness;
not this repetitve circle and orb
A star burnt out must wait to be lit again.
