''Folly''
Blind Thief
1). Leather bound
Lost and found
The ruler and the river.
Oceans and ages
Epic and center
razors and women.
As of now, above,
vultures circling around-let the worms come,
I will feed them by hand.
Feed the vultures my flesh by my own hands...
And the sun ascends perfect on it's course.
As the lonesome October rain fell on the ''age of men''
An age of theater!
2).oh, the sacredness of having no 'home'
of wandering drowsy and dangerous
in these places called 'cities'
where people live-cursed.
The frighteningly strange and unfamiliar energies,
wild and wicked poor man's slum
vague and useless
an attitude and spirit to match
I have seen them build fires at night
drinking old wine and singing even older songs until the arrival of dawn's light
I have walked among them.I sing for them.
Even the gentle words are corrupted
when the heart that wields it becomes lost.
Words and their subtle mysteries
foolishness is mine company!
3).The people of the Southern mission crushed beneath the weight of some ten thousand 'truths'.
Silliness prevails!
Forever and always.
so keep your secrets
and your applause
save it.
4).Time?
your will to power is your will to sleep.
will you go out tonight?The world isn't ending!
Where are the philosopher kings?
And could our world fathom such greatness as Alexandros Megus?
Keep ever the vigilant eye
on the coming night.
An inward look to a world inside.
5).x-mas on the radio.
I get sick
All the people come to spend every dime and dollar that their masters will allow.
so I wrote in my journal to pass the hours
and to attempt to piece together how I really feel
by pulling myself apart!
Once I followed the call of the wild night
I was a creature of night. Of the hunt.
I fell into hands, dirty hands,
and schools of madmen.
6)....And time slips through your hands and then it's over.
7).Pensive
die peacefully
'''Death by moderation vs. dying with a sense of urgency!"
I left home one night and never returned again..
every city was under some spell of slumber
I burned every bride and bridge that I crossed.
A trail of fire to my heart-Please steal from me this darkness and despair.
8),Disaster on the highway
forgot to take his meds
a backpack full of books
and a pocket full of pills
9).All the things you've 'put to rest' are all the things you've brought to bed
consequences of your defenses...
we are clinging on to riverbed.
Can you trust the current to know where it's going?
only feels this good once you've lost it
only feels this way once it's gone
winter has refused to go quietly
I need a hilltop to scream from or a quiet place to write!
did you secretly dream of dying of old age?
Lost and found
The ruler and the river.
Oceans and ages
Epic and center
razors and women.
As of now, above,
vultures circling around-let the worms come,
I will feed them by hand.
Feed the vultures my flesh by my own hands...
And the sun ascends perfect on it's course.
As the lonesome October rain fell on the ''age of men''
An age of theater!
2).oh, the sacredness of having no 'home'
of wandering drowsy and dangerous
in these places called 'cities'
where people live-cursed.
The frighteningly strange and unfamiliar energies,
wild and wicked poor man's slum
vague and useless
an attitude and spirit to match
I have seen them build fires at night
drinking old wine and singing even older songs until the arrival of dawn's light
I have walked among them.I sing for them.
Even the gentle words are corrupted
when the heart that wields it becomes lost.
Words and their subtle mysteries
foolishness is mine company!
3).The people of the Southern mission crushed beneath the weight of some ten thousand 'truths'.
Silliness prevails!
Forever and always.
so keep your secrets
and your applause
save it.
4).Time?
your will to power is your will to sleep.
will you go out tonight?The world isn't ending!
Where are the philosopher kings?
And could our world fathom such greatness as Alexandros Megus?
Keep ever the vigilant eye
on the coming night.
An inward look to a world inside.
5).x-mas on the radio.
I get sick
All the people come to spend every dime and dollar that their masters will allow.
so I wrote in my journal to pass the hours
and to attempt to piece together how I really feel
by pulling myself apart!
Once I followed the call of the wild night
I was a creature of night. Of the hunt.
I fell into hands, dirty hands,
and schools of madmen.
6)....And time slips through your hands and then it's over.
7).Pensive
die peacefully
'''Death by moderation vs. dying with a sense of urgency!"
I left home one night and never returned again..
every city was under some spell of slumber
I burned every bride and bridge that I crossed.
A trail of fire to my heart-Please steal from me this darkness and despair.
8),Disaster on the highway
forgot to take his meds
a backpack full of books
and a pocket full of pills
9).All the things you've 'put to rest' are all the things you've brought to bed
consequences of your defenses...
we are clinging on to riverbed.
Can you trust the current to know where it's going?
only feels this good once you've lost it
only feels this way once it's gone
winter has refused to go quietly
I need a hilltop to scream from or a quiet place to write!
did you secretly dream of dying of old age?
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