#18 - Ven, Burro, Ven
The sun so unforgiving,Read More
pounds down from the skies.
And as we struggle to keep living-
We must believe in our lies.
Hunger, we have not-
and our bellies swish with water.
In truth, our stomachs knot-
sandpaper tongues as it gets hotter.
Ven, burro, ven...
I beg you, don't surrender,
and in turn I won't lay down.
And together we'll see splendor-
once we arrive at the next town.
The sand is soft beneath our feet,
making it harder to progress.
How much longer it will be
is but anybody's guess.
Ven, burro, ven...
I need you here at my side,
as much as you need me.
I will gladly be your guide-
if you will grant me company.
Together, we shall endeavour
and brave this desert landscape.
No excuses whatsoever-
We must achieve our escape.
Ven, burro, ven...
Just until that horizon is defeated
soon it'll all be over and done.
We'll soon become depleted-
but not until this war is won.
We'll arrive with tales to share-
and drink to our hearts content.
And I will toast to you, there-
A companion heavensent.
Ven, burro, ven...
I can see it unfolding now,
and I say my thank yous in advance.
And offer up this honest vow-
without you, I wouldn't have had a chance.
I'll always remember your kindness,
that you didn't leave me behind.
And I promise I'll treat you no less-
for a better friend I'll never find.
Ya llegamos. Aqui estamos.
Gracias por todo, burro. Gracias.
#11 - Lost & Found
Read MoreSuch a great cost,
When love is lost.
The world is shaken,
And lives are taken-
Hate on every block.
Such a fight
To make wrongs right
Not enough hours
To sweet this sour-
Clicking of the clock.
#7 - King Of Fools
I hereby don my crown as the King of Fools. Master of idiots, morons, and tools. I am the patron saint of mistakes; of fuck-ups and leaky brakes. The gods laughs as I squirm, unable to make up my mind and decisions firm. My inside is empty and unseen, as I drift lifeless and alone at sea. I feel only the greatest swell of regret, over which I lose sleep and I fret. I hope hopelessly for the one that got away, the one that I'll remember when I'm old and gray.Read More
Sometimes what you look for is right in front of your eyes, but isn't made apparent until it's said "Good-bye"... Pay closer attention to what you look past, slow down to think and don't move so fast. You might could find what you're looking for, ready and willing to give more than you ever had in store. 'Tis all the advice I'm able to offer from this rotten throne, where I most likely will continue to forever bitch and moan.
#5 - Censor This
“I love it when the censors get together, and request for- many words (they think would be best) torn and robbed right from under me.Read More
To without right give work new meaning, simply to cater to kids they are breeding (with creativity all but seething) to be blind and ultimately unfree.
Don't they see that we get power from the words and images they devour, and end up all but farther from the goals that they seek?
In fact, I challenge you to scour all this world for flowers who cannot help but cower under the counter-pollination of this poison bee.
They slowly have been weening our uniqueness to where I'm bleeding, face down in lines over which they're leaning to strip our kids of voice and glee.
But for them, I see the best- and believe they’ll save the rest, (better than I could ever) and therein I shall nest: a world inherited by the meek.”
#2 - Good Damn Bad
My love for you is unbound by ties, nor high walls with tops unseen.Read More
In truth, how I feel towards you measures more than all water in the seas.
When I, by chance, catch your eyes, I cannot help but gaze.
For there I see everything to be seen, and it sets my heart ablaze.
I dream of your lips, your kiss, beneath the blackened midnight sky;
and can almost feel the heat- power to ignite the Sun. Make it fly.
Your touch is so enigmatic it verges on making me psychotic-
While it heals me like a medicine, it addicts me like a narcotic.
Like sinner and like saint, you prove as both good and bad for me.
But what little bad you are, it's the most good damn bad I could ever hope there to be.
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