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Can't Deny The Water
We all mocked him, even his wife
Rain, really, are you out of your mind?
Oh you heard from God did you
This guy's crazy and his imaginary
god is a joke
And after so many years, he still warned us
Spit and laugh
Until the first rain drop
And I remembered his words he said
God told him a flood was coming
And while I was running back home
To find my family the flood overpowered me
God's word came true
God's word came true
Swimming in Memories
We first learned to swim at a young age,
never fully prepared
just thrown into it- hoping- wishing
that instincts would take over
and save us.
Electrical floating devices
catch our eyes, we want them
even though they take over our lives.
we can stop when we want..
..but we need it to live.
We expect it now
and when we don't get it,
everything feels unrealistic.
Reminiscing the past times
like they were a mandatory rendezvous.
Eventually, when the water rises too high
we'll forget how to float,
it's not like riding a bike.
you have it or you don't.
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the theory of cause and effect is flawed,
we expect the outcome to mirror the struggle, that's wrong.
No storm, tragedy,
mistake or catastrophy.
Measures to this pain.
Farewell balance.
search, feeling the bottom with eyes closed
trying to picture what once was,
I hold tight to the memories and thoughts
but slowly losing the air in my lungs,
in disarray, I refuse to part my eye lids
to take in the full horror,
I keep the patch over my minds eye
in fear that whats inside will be projected to the world,
like an awful silent film, where nobody hears the cries
this homes floor boards don't creek, they don't exist,
washed away with harsh words and slammed doors,
glass settles slowly to the bottom
attempting to reflect the life before,
tears stain the dried peeling paint on the walls
unable to rejuvenate the life
or possibly trying to coax the memories,
asking for them to speak and re tell old stories
of happier times, when the rooms were lit
with smiles and sincerity,
now the bulbs have dimmed and blacked out,
hollow dark sockets rest on emotionless faces,
a soul draining out and into this chaos
corrupted and spiteful,
those clenched fists hold true, waiting for dawn,
but the sun no longer shines in this world,
as the abyss looks so much more comforting,
fist after fist slowly dragging across the bottom
looking for oblivion,
I take a gasp but unable to catch the air,
tasting bitter and coughing up the unattainable,
the want for the past beating heavily
as i watch my world thump, rise and fall,
mostly fall...
it steadies but slowly dissipates,
as if waiting calmly in line to jump head first over cliff side,
the clock strikes and 3am quickly approaches,
snapping me out of that harsh dream
and into a jagged and cracked reality,
I step out of my thoughts and let them go,
they have died now,
my hands covered in the blood of a broken heart
a shattered life, as I watch memories...
OUR memories melt away
I always sneak back in,
After the fights, to see if there’s any spoil that isn’t spoil
at all. Probably a memory of my first visit to your
house. Remember when you only had a sofa in an empty two-bedroom house
and a small carpet we’d sit on, read about love but never kiss?
I try to search your eyes if what we were before
we broke the furniture in our hearts and hurled words, like utensils, at each other
can keep you with me.
A song, perhaps. The needle probably scratched my name
with genuine ink in your heart, to Azvanour ‘s dance-able confusions,
As I pasted you in the scenes I’ve committed in my dreams-
Will Smith me- Willing to give, because you need my heart, Fonda.
I guess life happens after the credits roll up the TV
and that’s where all the bad acting goes.
Yeah, I search [your tears].
I search because if I find anything, I can dangle it
long until I find enough ways to do what I should have done
before I broke your heart
and keep you with me.
Last edited by Jamhuri; August 30th, 2011 at 03:28 AM
Living life plugged into technology
can't remember what its like to live free
people rise up and think Anarchy!
we claim to live in a democracy
the internet claims to be free
but the government owns those claims see
Can't decipher a thought from one of the media
Can't decide what's an impulse or a tweet
All i can admit is a technological defeat
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