It flows all around you like water in the ocean,
sets all kinds of things into motion.
You feel it on your skin
and it feels just like a blanket, thin.
I feels good when your hot,
and even sometimes when your not.
Why it feels so good all depends.
Peoples thoughts go around different bends.
The rush of the breeze
when cold makes you freeze.
But when the air is warm enough
it is no where near rough.
It fills your lungs to the limit
as you run through it.
The flow of it is as smooth as ice
but feels much more nice.
So, next time you stand still,
put your arms out like a windmill
and just let the wind pass along your arm
and let it fill you with its charm.
Sit back, relax, and chill
for the rush of the breeze is never still.
Hitting the Fan
When all is lost,
where hope is the cost.
When your left at your wits end
and nothing looks good around the bend.
When you see your life crashing down before you
and it seems as if there is nothing you can do.
When it seems your life has hit the fan
and your sanity is fried in a pan.
Your brain seems scattered with not hope of getting it back.
You stand alone because your brain is starting to pack
to leave you stranded with all your frustration
and you've lost all anticipation.
You have no idea what you are going to do
so you sit back and watch as you brain leaves you.
It takes a trip never to return
and your insides begin to burn.
Your frustration builds as an endless void,
and there's nowhere you can go to avoid
your inevitable fate.
As your brain leaves the gate
you scream for it to come back to you,
but there is nothing you can do.
All you can do is sit back and look
as your brain looks back and you see all it took
with it to the end
and you cannot defend
yourself at the meeting
because all your thoughts are fleeting
with no brain to hold them in.
Your attention span is thin.
You scream as loud as you can
because you've hit the fan.
Again and again you try
but it all goes by.
Till, your left with just you and the fan
after you've done all that you can.
where hope is the cost.
When your left at your wits end
and nothing looks good around the bend.
When you see your life crashing down before you
and it seems as if there is nothing you can do.
When it seems your life has hit the fan
and your sanity is fried in a pan.
Your brain seems scattered with not hope of getting it back.
You stand alone because your brain is starting to pack
to leave you stranded with all your frustration
and you've lost all anticipation.
You have no idea what you are going to do
so you sit back and watch as you brain leaves you.
It takes a trip never to return
and your insides begin to burn.
Your frustration builds as an endless void,
and there's nowhere you can go to avoid
your inevitable fate.
As your brain leaves the gate
you scream for it to come back to you,
but there is nothing you can do.
All you can do is sit back and look
as your brain looks back and you see all it took
with it to the end
and you cannot defend
yourself at the meeting
because all your thoughts are fleeting
with no brain to hold them in.
Your attention span is thin.
You scream as loud as you can
because you've hit the fan.
Again and again you try
but it all goes by.
Till, your left with just you and the fan
after you've done all that you can.
Birth of a Demon
It rises from the depths of sorrow,
from which one must not follow.
From the darkness that is sought
from this monster's eyes caught.
Seeking through hell to find a way
to rise up among us and play
in it's most hellish thought.
Something only the most courageous have fought.
They lose their lives, their souls
and most of all, their goals.
As it rises from fire,
playing on our desire,
our desire to do what we please,
like a car they use their own keys
to tap into our minds and tell us what to do
from what we think down to our shoes
to go where they want to go.
Making our lives lose it's flow.
Putting us all into our own hell,
it's a story I pray you do not tell.
The way these creatures from fairytale
raise up from the depths and make it rail hail.
Hail of fire and not ice,
to force you to make a sacrifice
that will not be kept,
all done as you slept
in the bed of your own comfort
only to be destroyed.
It makes me so annoyed
that these demons walk among us
putting up and creating all the fuss
that plaques our world today
all done in his most wretched way.
The way of their master
forcing the world to fall faster
into a most hellish place
somewhere out in space,
where everything evil from our dreams
flow into our lives faster than streams.
They will rise and destroy us all
and it is then that we will fall.
from which one must not follow.
From the darkness that is sought
from this monster's eyes caught.
Seeking through hell to find a way
to rise up among us and play
in it's most hellish thought.
Something only the most courageous have fought.
They lose their lives, their souls
and most of all, their goals.
As it rises from fire,
playing on our desire,
our desire to do what we please,
like a car they use their own keys
to tap into our minds and tell us what to do
from what we think down to our shoes
to go where they want to go.
Making our lives lose it's flow.
Putting us all into our own hell,
it's a story I pray you do not tell.
The way these creatures from fairytale
raise up from the depths and make it rail hail.
Hail of fire and not ice,
to force you to make a sacrifice
that will not be kept,
all done as you slept
in the bed of your own comfort
only to be destroyed.
It makes me so annoyed
that these demons walk among us
putting up and creating all the fuss
that plaques our world today
all done in his most wretched way.
The way of their master
forcing the world to fall faster
into a most hellish place
somewhere out in space,
where everything evil from our dreams
flow into our lives faster than streams.
They will rise and destroy us all
and it is then that we will fall.
Broken Hearted
I've learned before that I have to accept what I cannot change
even when it all seems just too strange,
but nothing is as strange and hurtful as a broken heart.
Right from the start
it hurts to much to bare.
When you walk around town people just stare
because they know you're hurt.
They can see it by the way you wear your shirt.
However, they just watch as you walk by.
Then when you look at them they turn to the sky,
acting as if they hadn't been doing a thing.
So, now you sit by the phone waiting for it to ring.
It feels as though it never will,
so you grab one pill.
And then you think your done,
but a little later you take another one.
And before you know it
you realize "Shit!"
"I just finished the bottle!"
And now when you walk you waddle.
You stumble to the phone,
you listen for the tone,
you dial the number,
then fall into a slumber.
You then are left into the hands of Fate,
whether it loves, or loves to hate.
You see the light,
but you're scared and fight.
You don't think you can be dead,
you were just laying in your bed.
Asleep.
Very deep.
But, you'll never wake
because you made that mistake.
And now you lie on the floor,
only a few feet from the door,
out cold,
never got the chance to grow old
because you let your emotions get the best of you.
Something for which you cannot sue
or curse, or punch, or fight.
Because what happens in the night
could be the last thing you will ever do
if you take the wrong road. It's up to you.
It is up to you to choose.
I beg you not to lose.
even when it all seems just too strange,
but nothing is as strange and hurtful as a broken heart.
Right from the start
it hurts to much to bare.
When you walk around town people just stare
because they know you're hurt.
They can see it by the way you wear your shirt.
However, they just watch as you walk by.
Then when you look at them they turn to the sky,
acting as if they hadn't been doing a thing.
So, now you sit by the phone waiting for it to ring.
It feels as though it never will,
so you grab one pill.
And then you think your done,
but a little later you take another one.
And before you know it
you realize "Shit!"
"I just finished the bottle!"
And now when you walk you waddle.
You stumble to the phone,
you listen for the tone,
you dial the number,
then fall into a slumber.
You then are left into the hands of Fate,
whether it loves, or loves to hate.
You see the light,
but you're scared and fight.
You don't think you can be dead,
you were just laying in your bed.
Asleep.
Very deep.
But, you'll never wake
because you made that mistake.
And now you lie on the floor,
only a few feet from the door,
out cold,
never got the chance to grow old
because you let your emotions get the best of you.
Something for which you cannot sue
or curse, or punch, or fight.
Because what happens in the night
could be the last thing you will ever do
if you take the wrong road. It's up to you.
It is up to you to choose.
I beg you not to lose.
Serenity
The light from the sun
glistening on the run.
Waking in the hay,
waking to the day.
Looking around and taking in the clean air.
It is one of the most lovely things to bare,
to bare witness to the Earth as it should be
with clean fresh air and everyone free.
Free from this and that,
free to hit the ball with a good bat,
free to sing and dance in the rain
and to not get sick or be in pain.
A lovely sight and sound
that comes from all around.
The peace and quiet away from the city
and especially the ease and simplicity.
Having the world in your grasp,
swimming to the surface to gasp.
Gasp for the clean and fresh air.
The loveliest thing to bare.
glistening on the run.
Waking in the hay,
waking to the day.
Looking around and taking in the clean air.
It is one of the most lovely things to bare,
to bare witness to the Earth as it should be
with clean fresh air and everyone free.
Free from this and that,
free to hit the ball with a good bat,
free to sing and dance in the rain
and to not get sick or be in pain.
A lovely sight and sound
that comes from all around.
The peace and quiet away from the city
and especially the ease and simplicity.
Having the world in your grasp,
swimming to the surface to gasp.
Gasp for the clean and fresh air.
The loveliest thing to bare.
Inner Innocence
Daylight comes and goes
filled of happiness and woes.
It leaves you with a sense of knowledge
or makes you want to jump off a ledge.
The pain and agony of it all
can make you want to fall.
But falling will only make it go faster,
not better or worse, but that depends on the caster.
I ask you to lay down slow.
Close your eyes and let your vision snow.
Leave your physical body only for a moment
and be filled with the inner enchantment.
Let your dreams heal your pain.
Let your woes fall away like rain.
Focus on the peace and joys,
like as a kid and you had all of those toys.
Gain back your childly innocence,
like in the movie "The Sixth Sense".
Don't fret over your problems.
Don't let someone see your dreams and rob them.
Rob them of the innocence they posses.
Put on that old dress.
See how well you look.
Get a bike and ride along the brook.
Fell good about who you are and what you do.
Don't let something small get you down like a pebble in your shoe.
Take it out and throw it far.
For you should know, your not kept in a jar.
filled of happiness and woes.
It leaves you with a sense of knowledge
or makes you want to jump off a ledge.
The pain and agony of it all
can make you want to fall.
But falling will only make it go faster,
not better or worse, but that depends on the caster.
I ask you to lay down slow.
Close your eyes and let your vision snow.
Leave your physical body only for a moment
and be filled with the inner enchantment.
Let your dreams heal your pain.
Let your woes fall away like rain.
Focus on the peace and joys,
like as a kid and you had all of those toys.
Gain back your childly innocence,
like in the movie "The Sixth Sense".
Don't fret over your problems.
Don't let someone see your dreams and rob them.
Rob them of the innocence they posses.
Put on that old dress.
See how well you look.
Get a bike and ride along the brook.
Fell good about who you are and what you do.
Don't let something small get you down like a pebble in your shoe.
Take it out and throw it far.
For you should know, your not kept in a jar.
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