In our heart of hearts We know, we know We come around Around we go Spinning wheels Spinning tires Spinning thoughts On spinning spires We wonder why I ask, why wonder? They've spun the spell You've been put under Drugged and numb In an addict's attic Remote in hand...
Have you met the Devil 'He-She'? With severe aquiline features? She's poised on every pinnacle Extolling all her preachers She dances quite seductively In a body starved for power Her lips a pursed and cynical grin For the next victim to devour She infiltrates all...
We the unwitting Led by the unknowing Are trying to do the impossible For the ungrateful. We have done so much For so long With so little That we are now qualified As slaves To do nothing About anything. Ciera S. Louise c. November 23, 2005
I know of eleven Innocents, their little Souls put down Never had a chance in life for a family to be found They grew up in the chaos of assaulting noise and light No one took the time to see these beings of the night I came along all too late when their fate was all...
Jewel. Collage of a Woman Holding a Shiny Jewel.
Angels go crazy It's no surprise Expected to start life The moment it dies Arms where once wings Feet where were none Halos taken up By the burning Sun Auras of friction Humans despise Fallen Empire In darkened eyes We tend to look up Aware of our fall Once Universal...
Neddy. Collage of a horse between split halves of a Globe. The horse has human eyes and a mane made out of one dollar bills. The horse is in front of a galaxy.
You best be damn careful if you are poor Don't anger the neighbor or knock on his door Don't call the police or they'll haul YOU away Never get sick and need a hospital stay You are despised and blamed for your lot Condemned to poverty, lest you get caught...
For all the tarnish on that silver lining For all the small print when I was signing If not for bad luck the word wouldn't exist I've been the moving target on someone's list No wonder I had to double-lock the doors Watch my every step on those glossy floors The...
If going home is an alcove of Peace Then shed thy skin and Soul release A body can fail but not our Love The memories be like Noah's Dove And when we come to understand Grief withdraws its crippled hand When Life is burdened in the end Death is known The Welcome...