click.
and I hold power.

torrential rain.
swallow the streets.
inner turmoil.
wait and bleed.

the tide is rising.
the moon is shining.
day is breaking.
the coast is clear.

Well I missed NaPoWriMo, so here goes...a month late...

MAY 1ST

How to break a sweat
One more fragile mess
Sprawled out on your bedroom floor

I ache for the consciousness of yesterday
And thrive to be a better man
At my worst I feel
As if I've wished my dreams away

Forgotten in the flood of indecent behavior
Radio screaming for the blood of
 All the soldiers with out names

The world has turned it's back
And we've fallen off the track
But I'm armed with silence
And that is golden

Perhaps we're all fallen angels, taking the supreme test.
Burdened by pain, til' these demons are finally laid to rest.

Time stalls and starts again with no warning. All the while I need something bigger to help stabilise me. As we dive deep into madness, our hearts open and close at an alarming rate. We live and die by sacred code, important to us and only us...most miss out on the common ground, passing it by with out question of its validity and meaning. Alive and well, drowning in a sea of false idols and forgotten devils.

Times Built To Last.

Charcoal and copper.
The world working together
Such a marvelous wonder
A ray of love shone through disaster

We are promised no future
Unable to move on from the past
But when our hearts beat together
Those times are built to last

something is moving in the water. an uneasiness in the air. we're not sure what it is, but we sure as hell can sense it in the background. how to work through this feeling is a dilemma indeed. one could just ignore it...one could change there frame of mind...or one could actively change their world. which road will it be...