make life rise into this
soft clouded dream,
that winter would bloom her full vision
playing day through moons..
every dance above dawn turns night
to dark poetry.

skywalker135: don't worry what any one else thinks, because after the show you can kick their stupid asses, just say it, get it.
because you just don't care
and that not caring
allows you to kick some major ass.

on days like these, i find my eyes hiding under a gray veil

choose your words wisely
don't you know what you speak?
your ego won't save you,
your intentions are weak.

you've rallied up forces,
an open eyed sea
of eager young faces..
dead unceratainty.

until you've heard weeping
and sobs from the graves
speak not of other's dreams..
a patient tounge saves.

lusamaha: its so sad what avril lavigne has done to ties
lusamaha: i was looking at this limited 2 catalog and they had them in there for like 10 yr olds!
katyshak216: i know. she raped their greatness and left them dirty.
lusamaha: gawd i am so tired of corporate america and their enforced conformism

the dappled gray sunrise sweeps the horizon
even your eyes are clouded by rain

to explore distant lands,
to sail to the sun,
to hide with lost moonbeams,
to speak with my hands,

to capture a smile,
to disect true love,
to swim with the raindrops,
to sing for a mile,

to dance with an old man,
to drink with a saint,
to find fault with genius,
to believe that i can

do all things impossible
for dreamless fools
who worry of failure,
to weak to break rules.

i think if dreams were colors, my pallete would be blank.
a white wall wash of empty sky,
a well of inspiration dry.
my mind is home to little more than...