i cannot go on without a fix.
sell everything i’ve got,
destroy my dignity.
trade tomorrow for one quick rush…..
it’s the price of loving,
when love’s a disease,
an addiction, i cannot kick!
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in our fear of living, or more,our fear of not having lived!life is a calling, an adventure,a mission, a duty….the gifts we are given, thetrials and turmoil we go through,prepare us for what we’re calledto do….each living person’s calling is unique…and no one else can ever judge…we judge ourselves by what we give,and how much…
i picked up the broken pieces
and closed your eyesas you stared at the walls.i walked with you to the mailbox,day after day….i am the letteryour daughter never wrote.i helped you dig the holeto bury that old dog,and mouthed the words of the prayerthat no one heard.i walked with you down the aisle,the best day of your life.i helped your shaking…
the mouth of the spirit,
the hand of the soldier,wipes crumbs fromthe face of god.forever tastes like strawberries,and sometimes you…and then is gone!what we dont know how tothink, or how to say,is spoken quite freely bythe trees in the night.what we box upand call god,falls in the face of the wind.what the wind knows, it gives!we turn away, struck dumb!
making love on
a cemetery.fallen leaves,silent stones,and the cat cryof your passion.bringing the deadto life!
i am not a corporation, i do pay taxes!
profit is not my first and only thought…when i look at other people, i see humanbeings, not numbers!i dont believe that i am above the law.i dont own much of anything, and i do feelcompassion….this being said… does my vote still count?
no more time for excuses,
for pretensions and etiquette,to mend the bridge,or paint the house….no time for redemption,no time for the past….i just wanna know….would you lay with me,and wait for the dawn of the age?