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Fire
Trying to find my fire
A little spark is all i need
From match to matchbox
Strike it once
Strike it twice
What keeps me here
Trying to find my fire
The limp paper match
That lit once, all burnt out
Strike it once
Strike it Twice
What keeps me here
Trying to find my fire
The Art Of Dying Peacefully, With No Pain
I looked at the leaves as they burned
And i knew i couldn't steal their souls away
I couldn't hurt them
They had lost the only thing in their life
The only thing to give them life
It had disposed them
Cursing them to aimless floating
Aimless lying
They had become invincible
Buccaneer
Sea of black, what is it you hide?
Please tell me your secrets in me, please confide.
On deck of the ship, blue moon in the sky,
Into your heavy dark waves I peer and I pry.
You conceal many things, so pardon the brusque ,
I have some questions I would like to discuss
...thus...
I ask of you this mighty watery force,
reveal to me please these things in due course :
Tell me about how they were saved from the deluge,
In the Ark a family protected in refuge.
Or where lay the Isle of Greek titan Atlas.
A land consumed by your eternal cold blackness.
Share with me jewels and cursed pirate gold.
Spoils in your clutches you so preciously hold.
Of sunken ships and scattered bones.
Failed quests to glory forgotten kings thrones.
What monsters you hide in the dark of your deep?
Things of nightmare that make grown men wake from their sleep?
Reveal these things, so that I return a wealthier man,
Gold in pocket shilling in hand.
With magical tales of faraway places.
Lost secrets that lurk in your fathomless spaces.
At night these things to my children I'll tell,
And a love of adventure will be cast,
Like a spell.
Scent of death
Who are you?
what am I?
this is life--
we're passers by.
radiance falls
& fragrance lingers
this subtle numbness
tingles through the tip of my fingers
could love fill the empty room?
this desolate space,
it consumes
the human race,
like a black hole
a vacuum to the light in your soul..
hazey eyes
gloomy skies
sunshine cries--
the funeral's today..
the windows shine
stained glass
colored in disarray
I prayed to God, may you stay..
Quandaries'
Do the mute speak?
Can the deaf hear?
Are the sightless blind?
Does a man with no legs fail to walk the Earth?
Does a woman with no money fail to shop???
Great Quandaries of the Universe!
No Doubt
There was never any doubt
Until the haze clouded over you
And that's when you burned out
I thought you would get through
But as it becomes clear
Our friendship is done
But I still love you my dear
No matter how much you shun
All I can do is guess
Always blaming myself
All this causes is stress
Of course you can't trouble oneself
Why?
Why am I not good enough?
What did I do wrong?
Why am I not good enough?
Why must I be alone for so damned long?
Why am I not good enough?
Why am I not worth enough to try?
Why am I not good enough?
My wings will never fly.
Why am I not good enough?
What harm did I ever do to you?
Why am I not good enough?
Why must my dreams be so few?
Why am I not good enough?
Why must I do all this crying?
Why am I not good enough,
To do anything but slowly dying?
If I Was Gone
If I was gone...
Would anybody miss me?
Would anyone notice?
If I was gone...
Would anybody cry?
Would anyone die inside?
If I was gone...
Would anybody ask why?
Would anyone want me back?
If I was gone...
Would anybody feel bad?
Would anyone regret how they treated me?
If I was gone...
Life is, as is Time
The time goes down