Jun 26, 2007 13:19
to think thoughts that tinker and toil with ones troubled tension brewed to a slow and steady boil
im leaving something while others come along, but i miss them to say ,that they miss, when they hear a song
can zealous eyes breed again again disguise disguise just a blink in a hope to learn what i hate despise
or loving loathe or kindly like.
say a phrase, surprise lack despite or spite, in spite of reaction
retrieve catch gain somewhere a satisfaction, theres a time in time to flip the switch to switch ones mind
in that which is, or i think, may be mine. nows a day where days don't know who is who or where you and me
were once to go.
its been revealed to me, more often now than ever, infinite mysteries don't stop no matter how clever
i am, you are, you think i hope to be, they battle on relentless consistently. but i rage back. war for war.
i never tire of this holy chore which bares no jesus no saint no book like bible, simple standard faith and breathing revival.
so check and double check that all that you reject and snub you inflict pain sorrow doubt any of the above
is how you know to show your love, your person, a fucking model of serenity that i see not of
re-stain the shallow anecdote of childish foolery, enter a society of class respect and thoughts that resemble jewelry