Poetry1

True Vision
Black sun shining on a puddle of tears.
Black sun illuminating all of my fears.
Orange sky opening up to hell...
Blue moon hanging by a thread in the air.
Blue moon isnt really there.

Reflected in that puddle is you,
Reflected back with a deeper hue.
The apocolypse is coming...
Shimmering darkness and light,
Shimmering black mixed with moonlight.

Black sun shining on a puddle of fears,
Black sun drying all my tears.
Orange sky leading us to hell...
Blue moon is no longer there,
Blue moon hung by a thread in the air.

Paper Doll Psychology
Painted nails like painted buttons,
Painted faces like painted souls.
Beauty and happiness kept shut in.
We watch them slip away
As the thunder rolls.

Eyes the window of the soul,
Blocked by eyeliner and shadow.
Everyone doing what they're told
We watch them slip away
As the thunder rolls.

The lightning strikes a fellow conformist
The gods are angry
And this time they wont miss
The leader of the pack soon falls
The rest will follow
Like good little paper dolls.

Dying Out
Take a chill pill
Dive into the icecold lake
Freeze and drown like many others
How much of this can we take
The human race is dying out
Though populations boom and grow
We're becoming a race of monsters
None for one and all for show.

This Town
A broken spirit and a chipped soul
Walk down the lane to the water hole
To go for a swim, or maybe drown,
Anything to get out of this town.
To get away from Jack and Jill,
Who laugh at pain from their lofty hill.
And that egg, you know the one
Humpty Dumpty, that's the one-
All he does is sit alone
Then fall and try to snatch the throne,
From Mother Goose, the queen of all.
Not too short and not too tall.
Just so perfect in every damn way,
Who wants to be faced with that all day?
And what about that lullaby-
The one played through the town each nite-
About the baby falling down
Cradle and all, broke his crown
Shared a hospital room with little ol' Jack
Doesn't matter, the baby broke his neck
When he fell from his cradle,
Up in a tree,
Who put him there?
Huh. beats me.
All I know is i'm leaving this town,
With my broken spirit and my chipped soul.
I'm walking down to the water hole,
To take a swim or maybe drown.
Anything, anything, to leave This Town.

Souls, Be Free
Love is the exception, not the rule,
Hatred is the most common tool.
Everywhere people are dying-
Some selling out; others buying.

Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,
You can't escape the course of the tides.
Our destiny is set, our race will fall...
And we are the ones who caused it all.

Everywhere around us the water is deep,
yet shallowness is where we place our feet.
In a Society based on outer beauty,
Souls are fighting to be free.

Thank You
Thank You for my epiphany,
I'll give you credit for saving me
I'll let you hear what you need
We save ourselves, but you can't see

Thank you, I Love You, How've you been?
There is no meaning to accompany them
Words flying around, but nothing said.
Words flying around, but the language is dead.

Thank You for my epiphany
You deserve the credit for making me see
The words you spoke are the words I need
Thanks to you, I've learned to be free.

Smile Goodbye
She smiles when she's with her friends, She smiles for her relatives
She smiles for the pictures ,And the school ,And the memories
She smiles for the yearbook ,And she smiles for the play
She smiles at the dances Yes she smiles every day
She smiles while she tells you That her mother's dying fast
She smiles while she cries her fear That she isn't gonna last
She smiles through her burdens And she smiles through her pain
She'll smile till the end, you know And then she'll smile again
Smiles mingle with her tears And mix with her fears
And season her pain And capture the rain
Her smiles are fake Her smiles are Lies
But smiles are smiles
She'll smile goodbye.