|09-18-2012, 10:22 AM||#1|
Join Date: Dec 2007
It's cryptic, I know. I wrote this one in the days leading up to last Christmas, during a 6 week stint in the wilderness. The references to Jesus regard the fact that I get "you look like Jesus" all the time haha, and I met a Mormon family who is thoroughly convinced that I am the next coming. (Ironically, I have a prophetic name as well).
We're better off without our mouths
In hopeless time, I'll separate thought from sound
Instead of crowning grief in a sheet of brown,
Where bitterness is a bitter mess.
I couldn't have said it better myself
I shouldn't pretend vacation helps.
I've learned that law is too human to bend, Yet human nature can't be spelled.
Wizardry I seek forever
Lack of words to blame
They never told me why I'm here
Then again, neither has God.
So maybe I'm his son,
But God cant send me home
Because maybe I'm his son
So who's to make my choice or take my voice?
I'll gladly break the empty noise
That we've all added meaning to.
Language is a fiending tool
Shoot me before you speak, please.
I'm a beggar with no needs.
I'll stand upon my knees for goodness sake,
Submit myself to silent fate
Language is for feeding fools,
Deception is its use.
Into flames my brain was thrown
Fire flows, and peace don't.
It's all I'll ever know
Change don't come to silent thrones.
Violent bones scream, cry, and grow.
They haven't taught me any more
Than sharpened stone, than sharpened stone.
So silence is my home
Because titans never grow
And my head will never grow old.
A tree is worth a million blessings,
A book has only nine.
Hi, my name is Jesus
And I have a desire to stop, an write
Because now I'm lost in a sepia forest,
Let me pick and choose with ease
On this eve of eve of eve, I'll leave
And pluck at ease for me.
For me this forest rains shades of orange
Peeling from tree to tree
And back at ease my lungs can breathe
Thanks to blessings from these trees.
Peel away this orange pigment,
For father I have sinned.
Steal seeds from the fruit I give
And spread rainbow semen.
Grin in green, read in red
For Christmas is in our heads.
Bite down on dollar bills and comprehend the blood you've shed.
Nothing rhymes with orange,
So Johnny planted apple trees,
So blood red angels filled with seed
Rained down from velvet leaves,
Softer than emotion,
They called it tears of God.
Lay down in fields and let it fall,
Drown yourself in bloody love.
Jesus wrote this song
So God would send him home
Religion sent him off, for faith is what he sought.
I've never done you wrong
Who is your God?
Where are dad and mom?
In Marietta, Cobb
Our hearts are shaped like stars,
Always gravitating love to blood.
I swear I'll bring Christmas trees to Marietta, Cobb
Let me breathe, let me fill this wretched moon with lovely suns
Replace guitars with guns,
Put every man alone.
God, why am I your son?
Mom, I died "Bi Ism Allah"
["in the name of god"]
He saved me from your bloody love
That shot clouds into my mind
I am above this sky
I'm bleeding vegetation on
My cover of Manchester Orchestra's "I Can Feel Your Pain"
Last edited by gatechballer : 09-18-2012 at 10:25 AM.