Jesus In A Cup Of Waterto build a jesusand to wear him on your clothesand burn his image in your eyesjust add waterit comes in all shapes and sizesall colors and texture;in the palm of your handin the shape of your heart;listen closelyas his eyes begin to dart.because i knowi've failed and been wronghow to make things easier.Jesus In A Cup Of Water
As The World Falls Apartand so she bears a striking resemblance;one that will leave you bloody and batteredand so she whispers carelessly;recklessness that will leave you shatteredand as she walks so fragile from this placeyou touch herbroken in gentle embraceguilt on your handsblood on your heartall the things we take for grantedas the world falls apart.As the world falls apart
All So Obvious
Grandest Ironyi am perhaps a poet without wordsor in grandest irony a clown with tears;in subtle form i lie as a tinker with no hands;a musician without breath or fingers;i am but a lonely lover;and with little irony i am a romantic with broken heartlost without destinationa frozen fire...perhaps i am fates unadoring hand;or winters biting chillsummers unpleasant stifiling heator springs mugginess;the pollen that marrs beautiful flowersmorning dew that ices on cold mornings;t h e gr andest iro ny is t he fr o z en fee l ing af t er be i n g bu r n e d alive .Grandest Irony
Limited by eklipzedand upon her lips i laid myselfperfectly and completegazing into her eyes;forever and in lovea whisper escaping her mouththe snow of ageswinter on her tonguespring on her wingsa beautiful fairy queenthe wicked ice princesstossed about into forevera whirlwind of chaoslost forever as she crushed mesimple wordsso subtle in form;so murderous in reality;and upon her eyes i gazed;hoping that the bleakness therein could die;that this evil only last one night;the path to happiness lies through confusion;the path to love lies in herthe path is lost foreverLimited by eklipzed
Evermendstarcatcher on frozen silken lillypadsshe beams down from candle moonsand waxy earthen smilesshe tosses from this universe;loving embraceand warming gazeshe holds us in her loving tasteand sends across the landpeace for one and allit comes from deep inside of herall the childrenare falling deadand wicked clamor in pockets of menas we peer into the souls we lendand tattered paper toys we sendsomehow wishing hopingpraying thatthese broken hearts can ever mend.evermend
The Setting Sunflowersthe saddest of circumstanceis a mute without tonguewho formulates the wordswhile in his mouththere are nonethe tainted of soulsfeels without heartand sanctioned civilityleaves feelings torn apartthe hollowest of lovesfollows blindly in reasonand thinks love in circleswith none to please himperhaps the grandest of all ironylies when sunflowers bloom;as with beauty; they are beset-while opening their pedalsthe sun does set.
Damnation Machinezen boxed trouble;cliched karmatelevision flickersand they waste awaydead to mecomplaining forevermelted butterstands on sky;boiling the cloudscant you feel itthe blue machine;fogged up eyesraining nosesand hurricane throatslungs that dry like raisins;and fingers curled like trees;take my tongueand swallow it downtalk with itlearn how to feel;forget how to breatheDamnation Machine