Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
If NOLA was a bird...
"If New Orleans had wings, it would have rose,"
Atop the city he sits
And drunkenly slurs his thought
Upon the few who'd hear him.
His wingtips gold,
I ushered him to the haven in my heart,
Where his demeanor became soggy.
A masculine man, larger than I,
Opened his eyes to god
And cried a lake upon my skirt.
I held him, for no one would.
He lay down the sword,
His hazardous job in the front
Of my mine, I couldn't let this
Seraphim become another
Bug upon the windshield.
His ego was a testament to
The sunshine that burnt mine eyes.
Another swig of tequila, he takes,
I grab the bottle, throw it down in rage.
He smiles, his teeth are
Like diamonds; I cannot stare.
He is a storm, a hammer of god
Ready to smash his enemies
To ruins until I did the one thing
No one ever did; I listened.
I heard his voice and still, through
Tears, he shattered me like precious ivory.
2-12-10
Atop the city he sits
And drunkenly slurs his thought
Upon the few who'd hear him.
His wingtips gold,
I ushered him to the haven in my heart,
Where his demeanor became soggy.
A masculine man, larger than I,
Opened his eyes to god
And cried a lake upon my skirt.
I held him, for no one would.
He lay down the sword,
His hazardous job in the front
Of my mine, I couldn't let this
Seraphim become another
Bug upon the windshield.
His ego was a testament to
The sunshine that burnt mine eyes.
Another swig of tequila, he takes,
I grab the bottle, throw it down in rage.
He smiles, his teeth are
Like diamonds; I cannot stare.
He is a storm, a hammer of god
Ready to smash his enemies
To ruins until I did the one thing
No one ever did; I listened.
I heard his voice and still, through
Tears, he shattered me like precious ivory.
2-12-10
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