ShadowsCool
07-01-2011, 09:10 AM
Where Is Home?
I live in the lonely skies
Above the earth
Where nothing can find.
I'm living inside a black hole,
A vacuum of nothingness,
Deep in the core of a tree.
My words speak from no dictionary,
My words cannot be construed
As anything but incomprehensible.
Inconsequential to the truth,
Where are the stars?
The bright lights?
So I can find home.
~
Man's Footprints
Man's footprints always point in the wrong direction
To a place he scarcely knows in his war torn core,
Away from the love and brotherhood of nirvana
That floats freely above in the wandering sky's.
He get's caught up in the daily grind
Of trying to get by on his little mind;
Taking him from infinite wisdom that elsewhere lies
If only he would open his heart one last time.
For the day is coming where he reaches the end
When no more debating will consume him;
His footprints will carry him to the grave
A place he knew in his spent soul.
~
The Star of the Show
A thousand clappers came at me
Formless pillows waving their hands
Deafening rings to my ears.
I'm the star of this glitter & glamor show
Performing splendidly thrice weekly.
My poster is on the wall of fame.
They yell for me a curtain call
I smile and oblige robotically,
Bowing until the final curtain drawn.
Then I pull out a small revolver
And pump a bullet inside my brain.
I live in the lonely skies
Above the earth
Where nothing can find.
I'm living inside a black hole,
A vacuum of nothingness,
Deep in the core of a tree.
My words speak from no dictionary,
My words cannot be construed
As anything but incomprehensible.
Inconsequential to the truth,
Where are the stars?
The bright lights?
So I can find home.
~
Man's Footprints
Man's footprints always point in the wrong direction
To a place he scarcely knows in his war torn core,
Away from the love and brotherhood of nirvana
That floats freely above in the wandering sky's.
He get's caught up in the daily grind
Of trying to get by on his little mind;
Taking him from infinite wisdom that elsewhere lies
If only he would open his heart one last time.
For the day is coming where he reaches the end
When no more debating will consume him;
His footprints will carry him to the grave
A place he knew in his spent soul.
~
The Star of the Show
A thousand clappers came at me
Formless pillows waving their hands
Deafening rings to my ears.
I'm the star of this glitter & glamor show
Performing splendidly thrice weekly.
My poster is on the wall of fame.
They yell for me a curtain call
I smile and oblige robotically,
Bowing until the final curtain drawn.
Then I pull out a small revolver
And pump a bullet inside my brain.