Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
From the flame of the candle lit
Let the candles burn,
My tears will put them out, if need be.
Oh I yearn for the taste of smoke
And cigarettes to infiltrate my chest;
I want the ugly taste in my mouth,
I want the ugliness stained on my teeth.
I am smiling through gritted teeth,
Because what she usually yells burns.
She burns and scorches my feelings. My mouth
Wants only to retaliate but I need to be
Better. My heart beats like war drums in my chest.
The candle glows on, like my hurt, which is plenty, like smoke.
From within comes angered smoke
Signals. Fight fire with fire they say. My teeth
Chew the idea and force it to my chest,
My heart, which beats fast enough to burn
Forests, tells me of another way. I be
Too sensitive to let the hatred flood from my mouth.
Fight fire with the waters of love of love. I chew the sides of my mouth
As I brandish the thought. I smell the smoke
From the longhouse. Winter ends. So does madness but it be
A hardness to grasp. I grin, my teeth
No longer shine. I let her tantrums burn
Me from within. I let her problems crowd my chest.
I can live through tattooed tears. My wounded chest
Will heal. All will be well, someday. My mouth
Still yearns for the burn
Of clever statements and nicotine and smoke.
I feel the coldness hit my teeth,
Realizing I'm the best I can be.
Can't I be better? Can't I be
Recycled like candle wax that'll light a room and warm my chest?
I fear to say these truths to human ears. I've sensitive teeth,
I shall not let such coldness escape my mouth.
I let it rise like steam, like breath, like smoke
And watch the atmosphere let it burn.
I know how I need to be. Without a turned down mouth.
How heavy does my chest feel, with all this fire, this smoke
That melts my teeth? I don't need no water, let the motherf*cker burn.
March 10, 2005
Suge
My tears will put them out, if need be.
Oh I yearn for the taste of smoke
And cigarettes to infiltrate my chest;
I want the ugly taste in my mouth,
I want the ugliness stained on my teeth.
I am smiling through gritted teeth,
Because what she usually yells burns.
She burns and scorches my feelings. My mouth
Wants only to retaliate but I need to be
Better. My heart beats like war drums in my chest.
The candle glows on, like my hurt, which is plenty, like smoke.
From within comes angered smoke
Signals. Fight fire with fire they say. My teeth
Chew the idea and force it to my chest,
My heart, which beats fast enough to burn
Forests, tells me of another way. I be
Too sensitive to let the hatred flood from my mouth.
Fight fire with the waters of love of love. I chew the sides of my mouth
As I brandish the thought. I smell the smoke
From the longhouse. Winter ends. So does madness but it be
A hardness to grasp. I grin, my teeth
No longer shine. I let her tantrums burn
Me from within. I let her problems crowd my chest.
I can live through tattooed tears. My wounded chest
Will heal. All will be well, someday. My mouth
Still yearns for the burn
Of clever statements and nicotine and smoke.
I feel the coldness hit my teeth,
Realizing I'm the best I can be.
Can't I be better? Can't I be
Recycled like candle wax that'll light a room and warm my chest?
I fear to say these truths to human ears. I've sensitive teeth,
I shall not let such coldness escape my mouth.
I let it rise like steam, like breath, like smoke
And watch the atmosphere let it burn.
I know how I need to be. Without a turned down mouth.
How heavy does my chest feel, with all this fire, this smoke
That melts my teeth? I don't need no water, let the motherf*cker burn.
March 10, 2005
Suge
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From the flame of the candle lit
From the flame of the candle lit
