OK, I've got a few, so I'll just leave these here and see what you all think. Let it be known though that I suck with words and images are where I reign. I already know these things suck, I just want to hear what you all think:
Thy Prayer of Conscious Growth
Sing to me, Sweet Destiny;
And fly away with me.
Deliver my into thy grace;
And sweep my towards some distant place
With relics, past, I can embrace.
I know you, for you are me;
So sweetly sing our destiny.
Aide (Excerpt)
So strike the match.
Beat that wall.
And never remember
How you got this far.
Lucy and Ted
Together Again
So she packed her things and proceeded to leave,
Never looking back on the Dark Christmas Eve.
It started out calm and so joyous in spirit.
It's now, to the point, no one wished to go near it.
Her moaning, her wimpers, they brought us all down.
Her emotions, she laid out, were worn like a crown.
It's been almost seven long years to the date.
My dear sister, Lucy, turned angry at fate.
She billows her rage and secluded her hate
Of that man we don't speak of, but know is called Nate.
His hasty demeanor was writ on hell's gate,
And was the reason her husband, for dinner, was late.
He hit him broadside from the second turn lane,
And plowed in him faster than a massive-sized train.
Nate blames, to this day, the downpour of rain
That made him skid, causing Ted all that pain.
Now Lucy, Ted's wife, is completely insane,
And that's why she sliced out her red, velvet vein.
Confessions of a Stonedead Heart
I am Lying
Listening
Breathing the solemn scent of mute;
Irrevocable still life
I know I gave you up.
No more journeys, you never were, pseudo-remnants of a lively lie neath violin hearts.
The Cello Speaks.
Listening
Lying
Wished upon a frightening subconscious for ache, pain & dread to fall into the frost of winter.
Live in Opeth
Live the shiny diamond
Exit Stage Left
Slept with the sun one last mourn
As they play in a bed of thoughts.
Lying
Listening
A faint murmur of of tesla sparks, they light the way, far towards overcoming my undercurrent.
Streaming
Dreaming
Watching her die afterall
Eulogy
She was 17 or 18
I know this how?
I was a friend and close to her
Kinda like we are now
She spoke very loudly
Atypical to a mouse
I assumed she lived in an apartment
But no, a house
We spent months at a time
Just perusing the land
Malls here, theaters there
Even once saw a band
Why I tell you this
You'll have to endure
So you won't make my mistakes
I'm making damn sure
Years later, where are we?
Not talking anymore
This all cause someone
Went and called her a whore
I took action, got mad
I beat the shit out of someone
I sometimes pull pranks like that
But this was not for fun
He ended up in a coma
I was to blame
My parents hated me for it
And my friend? The same
Two decades in jail
I got off easy
Mostly cause some of the
guards were quite sleazy
I never tried to get
in contact with her
Mostly cause I knew She wouldn't
forgive my error
I admit to you now
I had feelings for her
But c'mon, you knew that
I wanted to be her lover
Time went and passed
Like all seasons die
But worst of all
Cause I never saw her, I cried
Depression is child's play
Compared to my doubt
But many years later
I would soon find out
She knew I liked her
And she liked me back
But because of our age
It created that gap
I wish I knew earlier
about all this crap
Before I read it all
Over her epitaph.