#1
and here we kneel to give our faith up with our hands to satan
but julie doesnt wanna
and julie is so slender in her corset and her dress
what a mess
this life
is oil on a teenager
first sexed-up and doesn't know how she can love him
all greasy like a condom
bursting like a life line
of my grandmother
who died nine years ago this may

it is hard to feel alive
when you do not have to fight to live

thats why sufjan can soothe
and hendrix can burn
crop circles in the mente
your history revisited because you have space to pray
and you are not running anymore
from zapotec guns
and you give up
your hands to the cross position
to protect

julie knows your indentations and tolerates your sockets
she probes your lacerations and fingers bone lockets
until your chest shines light
after the muscle is torn away
you are a man
you are a live
Last edited by #1 synth at Mar 4, 2012,
#3
Absolutely brilliant except for the last two lines.
They just...stick there.
I'd say get rid of them and leave it as it is.
Poor advice.
#5
"it is hard to feel alive
when you do not have to fight to live"

could not have been said any better.
Quote by ottoavist

i suppose there's a chance
i'm just a litte too shallow to consider
that maybe i've been a little more eager
each day to wake up and take a shower
brush my teeth and smile for the mirror
#8
"thats why sufjan can soothe
and hendrix can burn
crop circles in the mente
your history revisited because you have space to pray"

and the first four lines of the last stanza - are wonderful.

I thought this was a pleasant change from you, not that I don't enjoy your other styles.
#9
All these folks are right: you got it, man. 'Cept for 'legs. The last two lines are great, too.
Nothing to see here. Move along.