Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Faery’s Tears
I sat upon a rock,
With my head resting in my lap,
Arms covering my head,
Breeze fluttering my wings.
I don’t walk anymore,
I float towards my destination,
What are feet if you have wings?
My hair is long and flowing,
Whipping about as the wind blows.
I’m crying for the nature of my home
Has begun to deteriorate.
How long must my tears fall
Before happiness blooms?
Antennae’s flitter in the airstreams,
Will this wind ever cease?
Will the blue become lighter,
Rather than darker?
Perhaps my destiny is meant
To be filled with this kind of anguish.
Maybe the smallness of
My heart and mind are sin enough
For me to suffer sadness forever.
Upon this rock do I sit
Tears falling fast and splashing down.
My tears grow gardens
In the sand but all that grows
Is self-disrespect and pity
For I want a home in which
Earthly possessions mean more
Than odium at a costly price.
April 9, 2004
Suge
*This one goes with Angel's Wings.
With my head resting in my lap,
Arms covering my head,
Breeze fluttering my wings.
I don’t walk anymore,
I float towards my destination,
What are feet if you have wings?
My hair is long and flowing,
Whipping about as the wind blows.
I’m crying for the nature of my home
Has begun to deteriorate.
How long must my tears fall
Before happiness blooms?
Antennae’s flitter in the airstreams,
Will this wind ever cease?
Will the blue become lighter,
Rather than darker?
Perhaps my destiny is meant
To be filled with this kind of anguish.
Maybe the smallness of
My heart and mind are sin enough
For me to suffer sadness forever.
Upon this rock do I sit
Tears falling fast and splashing down.
My tears grow gardens
In the sand but all that grows
Is self-disrespect and pity
For I want a home in which
Earthly possessions mean more
Than odium at a costly price.
April 9, 2004
Suge
*This one goes with Angel's Wings.
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Faery’s Tears
Faery’s Tears
