The Stirring of LeavesTimes are changing, and
I can't see ahead of me
There is nowhere to turn
No safe havens to tend to the wounded.
No. Times are changing, and
You're trapped within the infinite possibilities
It's like when you're caught in a wind storm
Your hair is disheveled , your eyes blind
There is nothing to mask the chaos, ever-shapeshifting around you
What is there to do,
When times are changing
When mothers can't hold you close and
Kiss your mistakes away in your
Small, small world.
Live up to it.
Face it head-on.
Stand in the vortex with your chin up,
No matter how badly your eyes tear
You still will not know where you're going
All we are is a pile of leaves
Left brittle by harsh Mother Nature to be
Swept in the whirlwinds.
Lie to MeGo on.
Under the dim interrogation-room lights
With the stench of stale coffee stains on
White collars and tired eyes from one-too-many
Overtime sessions that wives have fretted over
I can tell by the slightest countenance change.
A twitch of the mouth, a cock of the head, a glance in either direction is
All it takes before
"You're under arrest ."
So go ahead.
Lie to me.
I ______ YouThere. She said it.
It was out in the open, and there was
Nothing she could do to change it.
Three simple words, yet forever
Engrained in her lover's mind
Take it back? Never.
No amount of verbal bleach and
Meaningless apologies could surmount that
Heartache that immediately followed.
Those three words meant the world, and she
Could never take them back, for they are
OmenLook before you leap
You don't know what is to come
Prepare for the worst
And with that in mind
Keep the children's hope alive
Lie through gritted teeth
AntigoneOh, There once was a man with a supposed master plan,
Born with everything in hand 'til his good fortune was canned.
Polyneices was to blame for all the war, oh, what a shame
Eteocles kept the throne and all was well until Polyneices came.
He caused the civil war of Thebes, a traitor to his nation
Therefore Creon denied his burial, but surely out of frustration
By pesky morals, hubris questioned, Antigone adverting his arrogant aggression
"Gods over people, regardless of their status, in this material world of ours, just realize what's coming at us.
A trial judged by God over obedience to his rules, if not adhering to them, does not that make us fools?"
"I don't care what the gods say, the law is tried and true.
If obedience is your game, then your mind must be askew.
My law is the word, now I command you to obey, or you'll await no further for your sacred Judgment Day."
"God's laws are the word, and if you choose not to see
The logic in His superiority, Death it so shall be."
Disjointed States of AmericaSeek to destory, overthrow to employ
Foundation of lies gluing our nations, divided
Wonder what happens when truth and politicians collide-
I thought opposites attract
ExorcismCall the doctor, summon the leeches
Tie me up, make way for the preacher
It'll take more than exorcisms to
Relinquish these demons
A cartridge of silver bullets
All the Hail Marys in the world
Numbered breathes, one foot in my grave
What does not kill us makes us stronger
Or that much farther from being saved
Frankie WolfshireHis clothes are disheveled, as though he slept in them, and his ginger-blazen mass of curls is tousled with the a touch I-don't-give-a-fuck, along with his facial hair, the medium between the classic five o'clock shadow and a forthcoming beard.
The chemistry between his firey locks and stunning eyes of heterochromic descent, one a steel/sleight gray and the other a brilliant, electric green found on an apple Jolly Rancher.
His style is not a style, his features effortless considering his lack of attention for anything remotely close to personal appearance.