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| Insincere Efforts to Survive Copulation |
Whenever we are layed down, do we forget the possibilities? Do we forget the probability? While we are so enthused by masochism, what about our agility? What about our fragility? If we are so tourmented by love, why don't we protect ourselves? Why can't we accept ourselves? (chorus): Do we ever think of stopping just before the finsih line? Do we advocate our loyalty to passiveness? Do we ever think of boundries for our vicinity? Why not? Whenever we are in the moment, do we just act on it, forgetting our ingenuity? While we are touched inside by insecurity, what about our ability? What about our eternity? If we are left alone by consequence, why do we loose ourselves? How can we help ourselves? (chorus) Do we make up poor excuses for our emptiness? Do we thrive too much on past or what will happen next? Do we ever think of changing our minds? Of course not. | ||||||||||||||||
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when i'm reborn i'd like to be an hour a piece of time consumed by power a little moment for a sprout to flower a dividend for to devour i'd see the rise or watch it fall observe the angst of nature's call a pit of silence to soak it all a lotted segment we try to stall there'd be a split of romantic air a new invention to make life fair a second chance with a bedroom spare a new bound love with suicidal tare when i'm reborn i'd like to be an hour a piece of time consumed by power a little moment for a sprout to flower a dividend for to devour but life to live is to create do not observe the love of fate observe the hour not too late for life is death when love is hate for life is death when love is hate | Hour | ||||||||||||||||
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| This Cupid |
this cupid flies off center, he doesn't stay on course his wings are taped on backwards, they're not dinamic 'cuz they're coarse he's not so bright and happy, but rather thin and pale he'd strike his bow and arrow, but he's too afraid he'll fail so what if they're in love with the pomegranite girl the boy with one weak ankle or with Jason and his sails another self-obsessed narcissist calling to himself so what if i can shoot these arrows, what about myself? this cupid feels degrated, always busy with his calls he doesn't feel pretentious being trapped behind these walls he looks as though he's dying of some sex recieved disease but it's only his discomfort bringing weakness to his knees so what if they're in love with the pomegranite girl the boy with one weak ankle or with Jason and his sails another self obsessed narcissist calling to himself so what if i can shoot these arrows, what about myself? and what of fawns enjoying only playing on their flute or faeries getting off on eating dandylion root we see heroes being happy saving damsels in distress but this cupid hasn't ever had a lover to carress this cupid thinks it funny that he symbolizes love just for shooting heart-tipped arrows or for pairing hand and glove without actual experience it has him quite confused and this cupid feels let down, empty-hearted, and abused. | ||||||||||||||||
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