Absurd

Pulling you down with all of my change. 

Leave me exposed to drown in your rain. 

We start to fall down collapsed on our knees. 

The air is burning up I can't breathe. 

Can you breathe? 

Whats up is down and round and round

This loop of feelings can't get out. 

From fake to snakes of failing how? 

From this painful pain I sit. 

Ice it 

To keep the flames from burning everything. 

Face the force of fiery failure. 

Sing for hope and pray nothing will sting. 

Sink the boat and the seas will sail her

Sands 

In hands. 

Of gods. 

Or not. 

Land. 

Around about. 

Is free. 

Or what. 

Sing my stories. 

Fill this fricking four leaf. 

Clover. 

It's almost over. 

Yell and hit them. 

Screaming broken rhythms. 

Break. 

Am I awake?

Sword is sheathed. 

And underneath a folded leaf. 

Is space for more. 

On the floor we place it all. 

Replace it all. 

With towers tall and feelings deep. 

Displace the heat. 

By beating beats and shielding walls.  

A dinosaur 

In a broken mall has broke it all. 

The time to soar. 

As life itself falls even more. 

Pull the lever

And weave around the facades of feelings that can't be beaten any more.

Sad to see this and sea is a little different. 

Pretty serious is here enough to fear it. 

Steer it's bony nose into the shore. 

Poor pores pour from porpoise of lore with purpose of law, to lore the skull to crack before you saw it soar on a saw for sure on that solitudinous shore. 

The guards of time have come. 

Have come to take your time. 

So guard your time from them. 

And learn to make these rhymes.

The guards of time have come. 

So please just take your time. 

Well that's just what they do. 

So never ever cross the line. 

Forevers weather is sunshine. 

But never ever is a lighted sign. 

Advertising freedom in words is absurd. 

But a bridge is good as well, learn from the history books. 

And take a highway straight to hell. 

Fear me. 

Fuck my soul. 

It's awful. 

Hear me. 

And suck my soul. 

Right out my hole

life. 

Is death. 

In flames. 

We all burn. 

Unless. 

We just. 

Grow wings. 

Of the devil. 

Or an angel. 

Or just simply a bird. 

And bury our heart in flames. 

In the depths of our own motherfucking words. 

Is that too much? 

Or just enough absurd?