To A WriterWe breathe lights and tales of brilliance; We're moonshiners, cat-walkers and world builders, Lie-writers and truth tellers too. Them, they say we're no good. Half-wits, fiction-breeders, scum-bearers and more. They cant see our ocean eyes and imaginary minds, And it's not understood who we are. We can't be dissected like Huck Finn and Scout Finch, Because we stand behind them, Lit up in their momentary vibrancy. We're tragedies spelled out in touch. Us, we're penniless, With no pockets and bare feet. But we make up for these things in ink. We're in the back pTo A Writer
Religion: Part JehovahCome sit upon the throne of light And read my mind, my dear You need not worry any more Nor hurt, nor cry, nor fearReligion: Part Jehovah
The evil that consumed the Earth It was not meant for you I plucked you from that hand of his Now paradise ensue
I've heard all of your faithful pleas I've seen what you have done And I forgave all of your sins; You aren't the only one
Each man who made the truth his own Each woman and each child For those who served whole-heartedly And kept their tempers mild
Now Satan I have locked away And my son I
Religion: Part SatanI'll take your land, your precious land And fill it with my spite I'll fill it to the brink, I say With boundless, pulsing lightReligion: Part Satan
I took your man, your holy man And taught him how to hate His soul, I'll never want it, though It's only second-rate
But I will let him take my place And kill, but not in vain I'll let them kill themselves, I say And drive themselves insane
Let's drop the bombs, oh what a day! Let's darken up the skies Oh blue, and black, and yellow smoke Reflecting in their eyes
It's funny how they'll all look
Paper and InkI am a child born of words into the lineage of paper and ink And I have carried this legacy through the millennia against the odds But I have grown tired tired like the lone pack animal buckling under a load of fact and fiction So I call up to the Samaritan woman who was there as I was conceived among the plot lines "Draw water from my family thatPaper and Ink
Urban DisciplinePrincess of my Darkest DreamsAnd your seduction was thick on me Oh, princess of my darkest dreams Under my translucent skies we meet and my eyes spot the glass among the ceiling Was it hard, my dear? Forging lies for every word in my ear? Did you lose any sleep? No, you gave your grief to me and let me weep On your throne You alone Can haunt me.Princess of my Darkest Dreams
Love is to logic what a blindfold is to eyes &nb
burn
Dark Angel.
Popping my journal's cherry
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ARTIST IN DISTRESS | PAOLO LEE
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A heart at the end of its' tether
Swiftly descending into blame,
Pain lasts only a minute,
Resounds through generations forever;
The aftermath, it spells my name.
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You'll become familiar with the back cover
but you can't start the book anew
any more than you can refresh an old lover.
- "Sailing Ships"
Jessa Rose
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