Life is a show you can't rehearse,
When you die you leave the crowd.
Please, give me a singing verse,
A chord of bliss, a shining crown.
Start Playing!
The Hardest thing to life is living,
Don't go through it unbelieving.
See your soul you keep on giving,
To the wind of winds for leaving.
Life Changes!
Go through life with cracked windows,
Stay for joy you've never planed.
Stay for miracles you've never had,
Keep on coming back, ya' hear?
Get Moving!
This world isn't long for death,
Quite short actually -- Contract-ably.
The time y spend your life away,
You could have saved in banks this day.
Idioma!
Rasa Funiculus, funiculus rasa,
Repiten sus voces en el aire.
Solomon Iquitos quintas mas,
Zaum Romboidius -- ever slay last.
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2. Lady Lucello
Sink into your thoughts,
Let them marinate with peace.
Nurture the serenity, please,
Go to the tower of time fre-quent-ly.
Drift from dream to dream,
With no intentions to sleep.
Open your inner eye and listen,
Perfect triquetras glisten.
Suspended in an abyss,
Is just and Idea of question.
The light of the soul's mind,
It's too bright, it catches fire.
Build a bridge for me,
Connect the gaps of this precipice.
Count the stars in the sky,
Tell me how many there are to wish on.
Before the bridge burns,
Cross the other side.
Escape to frolic and shine,
The grass is greener today.
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3. God's Grace
This baby I bestow thee,
She will be your saving grace.
From all the deity she is yours,
Such a special gift is a rarity.
Her eyes will shine like blue fusion,
Flaring for archetypes of man-kind.
Her fingers are small, however,
They can reach your mind.
She will not know of these gifts,
She will not know her origin.
It is your job to guild her,
Bestow upon her your saving grace.
A Milena from her death,
Might just be another.
But even those years and time,
Could not produce one as she.
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4. What would the past say?
From the grave I call to thee,
Rise from your eternal slumber.
Time has changed since your death.
For the sun shines better today.
If you could have seen it's prime,
From trolley buses or even in sky.
You would have seen a change,
You would have seen a change.
If you could breath just one more day,
If you could see just one more sight.
Looking to littered streets,
Breathing in the stale, grey air.
Who wouldn't want the padded coffin,
At least there you're clean and pure?
Surely no one person could come to this,
For what they had was nothing like this.
Have we ruined our people, our past
What would they say now?
They trusted the new generation,
I guess we left them betrayed.
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5. I May Be Small
My flower grows in a hollowed pot,
The branches become thirsty now.
they've turned for their moist desire,
A desire that's held in the desert.
Life
Entwined and writhing in dust,
A single leaf bears a fruit.
This is a herbologist's miracle,
For he thought it would expire.
Finds
His data and charts said left,
The infertile plant said right.
They fought in that green house of equations,
Soon, the glass turned a delightful red.
A
That same infertile plant writhed no more,
Its roots shattered the delicate porceline.
It shrieked and cracked the glass,
The herbologist blood nurished the soil.
Way
With thick bark encrusted on its sides,
Sparrows and all animals alike journeyed,
To this miracle tree and bowed in respect.
Sometimes nature can be uncharted.
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6. My Son
No one understood him,
He was just so different.
Why was his destiny here,
Why would his fate make him stay?
We are filled with too many questions,
Life isn't supposed to be like that.
I pray that he'll change some day,
Lord God, he's my son!
I await the day when hell breaks open,
Maybe it'll swallow him whole.
Til then, I wait for my salvation,
I wait, wait, wait, and wait s'more.
He is always the missing piece to the puzzle,
The first and last roll of the dice.
We live in the south's antebellum,
His mind is in northern skies.
How did I produce one as he,
How can we be complete opposites?
Understanding is the key to my love,
He's the enigma that melts that key.
I know it's not fair,
But I can't help it.
He is my one and only son,
He is my imaginations opposite.
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7. The Siren Of the Wood (Personal favorite of them all)
In a darkened room was a table and a chair,
A candle sat atop, watching it's own glare.
Coming through the doorway was the star specked night,
A silent breeze swept through, bringing all of it's might.
A siren's song could be heard for miles,
Her sweet, sweet chords -- Her seductive style.
Pitches held high are so pure and lifting,
She changed voice patterns -- She was rifting!
The midnight moon stopped spinning that moment,
The breeze stood still, venting it's own scent.
She walked through the wood, she wore red sleeves.
Her voice raised higher, breaking married eves!
Such a mistress as she could not be quelled,
She was her own well, her own soul to sell.
The pitch of fury rang through the trees,
Screaming, chanting, anything to please!
Her pure black eyes glowed with despair,
She shrieked, she sang, there was no one to care!
She thrust her voice to the moon, a pitch higher than silence,
She faded, she sang, her last song, her essence.
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8. The Bayou's End
Meet me where the bayou ends,
Plasmic ghost will escort you.
Use the stealth the trees will lend,
As you travel, solve the clue.
The reptiles are not your friend,
For they will obstruct you to the end.
Come to the bayou's end,
Come to the bayou's end.
I entice you to immerse yourself,
Drink the liquid of the swamps.
On your way touch the bottom,
Feel the much you'll live with forever.
Read the scrolls of Poseideon,
It'll show you the knowledge needed.
By night pray to Selena,
For she will bathe the path with light.
Listen to the secrets of the wind,
Whisper secret nothings back.
A journey like this will drive you mad,
You have to be crazy to travel here.
The Bayou's end is just that,
The end where they say, "Bye, you."
When you finally get there with life's wisdom,
You must leave so the future stays oblivious.
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