one who studies zen
hurts his soul and aches his brain...
Blankets on the floor,
tongue lolling out -- is this what...
My sister took a goblet dive
in the autumn woods...
i
let me lay waste the final tapestry...
It burns at 4 in the morning
When your eyes won't close...
On the morn of 14th October 1881
with a light wind that was blowing...
Endless tears
Endless coping...
What oh what could these lyrics mean,
I tell them to you, so you can see...
Words hold power, greater than a sword,
It has the ability to hinder or move us forward...
There are guys who are lovers,
And guys who are leavers...
I lay in bed each night and dream.
The things I've done...
As if a harsh harpoon were aimed at her heart,
Fired and missed, but had still left it's mark...