How foolish we are to wish upon a star
With light years drawn between us all.
So many a wish claim a single sun;
Rarely, yours is the chosen one.
I’m better off with a post-card to Mars.
Where civilization may have thrived
With high hopes that a dweller took shelter
Before Armageddon arrived
She’s takin’ the world, the world out of your hands.
She’s takin’ your soul, upon other demands.
She’s takin’ the dog, cause she ain’t got a heart
She’s takin’ your cd’s, and the only decent wall art.
She’s takin half of your shit, and still got the house
She’s takin’ the bbq pit, and the decorative Christmas elves.
She’s takin’ the pickup, ain’t leavin’ nothin’ for you
She just left with the kids, might as well down a brew
Or two, and piss on the Justice’s shoes.
She might say she’s “sorry Charlie.
can’t we be friends, my darling?
What we have, it’s too good to
Ruin with
Overzealous fawning”
That’s right, so
kick up a frown
’cause she aint lettin’ you down,
easy.
I can’t understand why
I keep chasin’ your tail
but if I keep running
will I catch up soon?
if I say that it’s “love”
will it heal the wound?
I don’t know why
you need a friend,
In me.
When you just pick me up like a pen,
With intent to make amends…
…Though, It’s all for naught
you just call upon me when you’re
back in town, back
when its my time to come off the rack.
‘Cause when you’re gone
my dreams leave with you.
just blank nights waking up without you.
you say you wish more were like me.
Yet you look in every direction but mine
I’m ready to surrender myself to your glow
just say the word then say no more
because ill surrender, ill surrender to you.
Nothing’s changed.
I’m still alien to the term “love”
It travels on another time line
Parallel to my own
Never to intersect or intertwine
Forever my bitter heart remains alone
Eternity awaits this lonely lover
Filled to the brim with guilt
Void of compassion
The will to love
Is no longer an oft-thought emotion.
I’m tumbling down a wishing well
A mason’s fairytale creation.
I’m tumbling down a wishing well
My past fortune’s glimmer, gracing
My eyes with a glimpse at a life
My soul just wasn’t made for.
Yeah I’m tumbling down a wishing well,
End over end
I’ve thrown my life down a wishing well
And not a damn thing’s changed.
This is a really good friend of mine who goes by the name “Hana Banana!” Not officially but in our line of friendship it is. This girl has been an inspiration to me in my writing since the very beginning. She was my first “writing buddy” I guess you can call it and I can honestly say that if it wasn’t for her encouragement, I may have never continued writing after high school ended. So I would like to honor her by spreading this video of her doing her very first cover song by one of her favorite artists. I hope you all enjoy. Please comment on the video VIA YouTube if you enjoyed it. I know I did 🙂
The last time that I saw her
Was racked with misery
A familiar face
Bringing terror to my knees
From false prophet worship
Forgery FORGERY! I shout to the sky
This Goddess hides a demon
Beneath my own ignorant eyes
I have been a fool,
Weary that my own path
May fowl hers.
A fitting tune performed by Frank Sinatra
You ain’t been blue; no, no, no.
You ain’t been blue,
Till you’ve had that mood indigo.
That feelin’ goes stealin’ down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, “Go ‘long blues”.
Always get that mood indigo,
Since my baby said goodbye.
In the evenin’ when lights are low,
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
‘Cause there’s nobody who cares about me,
I’m just a soul who’s
bluer than blue can be.
When I get that mood indigo,
I could lay me down and die.
The crow. arises
And steals the dreams from my eyes
Kneel down and kiss the ground
Stations of the new cross
Yet at the faintest light,
Even his conscious is eating him alive
Tell them all…
I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in one regret to hold
You when the morning appears again
Dawn of devotion
Temporary nuance
I light fire to bait a prey
Simpler than you are
Though you don’t believe I might
Even his conscious was eating him alive
Tell the world
I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again
The crown arises and plucks
The dreams from my eyes
The stations of the new cross
The Way it Goes 