Ode to a snowflake
. . . and in time, moisture was gathered . . . across seas, lakes, streams! across fields that have been irrigated, fountains and lawns with dew . . . across all those cheeks with tears on them FROM GETTING A DAMN LEXUS FOR CHRISTMAS . . . and from that diet-mountain dew which was spilled on a shirt, whata jerk!(drinking diet-drinks are bad for you - just saying)
rise! . . . rise into the air my pretties! (H20)
winds of time, winds of change, winds a coming and in the darkness bind them - what?
carry upon such sweet caress, into the air it flys . . .
- harvesting begins . . . it is time.
so I rise
and
Halloween Tree
He who comes to the Halloween tree
is a man whose knowledge is greater than thee
the man who comes to the Halloween Tree
sees nothing but deadly times
the clock on the wall is a quarter till three
and the moon has dead end to show
Hail to the Halloween Tree it's branches jetting through snow
the air, the night, the maiden in sight
slowly die under this tree
it knows of nothing but can till all
this blackened wood waiting for a raven's call
this hellish charm
satan took under his arm
and people look and they find they know one
a spirit inside
comes alive
and takes it's toll on dozens
they feel despair
and yet they stare
at the
Bleeding heart's an artist by Edensgate, literature
Literature
Bleeding heart's an artist
Bleeding heart's an artist
I take no pleasure . . . from my heart bleeding on a stake
though it happens from time to time
and I take no pleasure . . . from my thoughts that kill
leaving me cold and alone
it's as the saying goes . . . the bleeding heart's an artist
with the hole in my chest
and my mind full of thought
It's true, my friend, ignorance is bliss
and from the shadows of earth I'm born
in the shadows i live
and in the shadows I will die
as musicans play to those without ears
artists paint for those who are blind
hold the pain we do . . . store it . . .
as food for the winter, wood for the fire
suck on hurt as babes nursing their
If Fire had a Father
If fire had a father
what would he be
would he save small children
or fly a fighter plane
would he bring home the bacon
or fry it in a pan
would he breath small favors
or stretch a rubber band
If fire had a father
what kind of father would he be
would he keep his promises
or sail the darkening seas
would he brave the storms ahead
or wish he was dead
would he walk the worlds end
or
purchase life unto me
If fire had a father
If fire had a father
A father he would be
If fire had a father
The C.O.K.E. cans are coming by Edensgate, literature
Literature
The C.O.K.E. cans are coming
The C.O.K.E. cans are coming
Hey Mr and Mrs Jones
are you aware
drinking fluoridated water
I do declare
doing your part on a winning team
supporting america don't wanna scream
C.O.K.E. cans are coming
the C.O.K.E. cans are coming
buy or sell
we're all going to hell
the C.O.K.E. cans are coming . . . for you
You there . . .
eating genetically altered food?
why not?
so the chicken has six legs
so that bean has bug genes
doing your part on a winning team
supporting america don't wanna scream
C.O.K.E. cans are coming
the C.O.K.E. cans are coming
buy or sell
you're all going to hell
the C.O.K.E. cans are coming . . . for you
the C.O.K.E.
That's Life in the Gutter by Edensgate, literature
Literature
That's Life in the Gutter
That's Life in the Gutter
don't mutter, mutter to me
about how sweet life is and all there is to see
you haven't been here . . . pain so deep
you haven't lived here . . . just want to sleep
that's life . . . life in the gutter
life . . . life in the gutter
you talk your talk and throw your love
like it's a constant parade outside
but as for me . . .
it's born again, torn again something I can't abide
poverty is something you've never seen
heaven and hell I'm in between
that's life . . . life in the gutter
life . . . life in the gutter
you haven't been here . . . pain so deep
you haven't lived here . . . just want to sleep
that's life . .
A Day in June
a day in June or was it july
laying across the hills
watching the sky
thinking . . .
wondering . . .
asking myself why ~
why do you look
so good in gold
and I . . .
so becoming in mold
why does it seem
you're lifted so high
and I'm the one
who gets the stick in the eye
it was a day in June or was it July
I got the feeling
but the feeling went by
I was thinking to much
I was wondering to much
and now there's a noose around
why?
wait just a sec
and
thank you sir
and please , no police
look
it comes off with such ease
just lost my head
for a momment is all
. . . hey mister
you don't look so tall -
A long road
Silence is my voice and empty is my soul
and if I had a choice I'd have you fill this hole
for I see a long road ahead
baby, can I hold you now, this storm is coming soon
my heart has been in a battlefield of lies
and what can I say to you that hasn't been said a thousand times before
so I sit here in my post mortem gloom
in a cage that I now call my room
for I see a long road ahead
as day and day goes by
watching my dreams all die
I want you to save me one more time
just a little love my dear
to feel my fix is all I swear
I need to know you're with me to get by
I love you so, I think you know why
don't want to see that next da
Waiting (for an answer)
standing at a bus stop . . . raining over head
got that same feeling
I should've stayed in bed
been two days since we talked
and I can't be wrong . . . no, I can't be wrong
but I left a messege on the phone
for you when you're alone
and I'm waiting for an answer
waiting for an answer
and I'm waiting for an answer tonight
third day, fourth day, fifth day pass
thinking on the bus, I'm not chasing your ass
pain in my chest is getting worse I think
your heart, my heart . . . what's causing the kink
and I can't be wrong . . . no, I can't be wrong
but I left a messege on the phone
for you when you're alone
and I'm waiting
S.O.P ( save our planet ) by Edensgate, literature
Literature
S.O.P ( save our planet )
S.O.P ( save our planet )
Dear sirs, aliens perhaps too
have a message that's fitting for you
I'm on a planet, third from the sun
don't want to bother or spoil your fun
but things are getting worse
and it's not from a curse
so i'm asking . . .
save our planet
it's worth your time
save our planet, will you drop us a line
though times are hard
we still can feel
there's love in our world
would you like a free meal?
the emeny is at our gate
and I don't want to be late
for the pollution,starvation,
the killing crimes and war
crooks have taken over
but wait there's more
though times are hard
we still can feel
there's love in the world
would you