Fall Of The Wolf

I've felt the winds, and it's changes against my face. Whisper with a heavy hand to stand in place. Angels fall down around upon the ground the whole world is a discrace. So I touch my form holding lines as I know I'm running with a divided race. Imagine as I seem to, in changing this face.

Rarely Reason

Whatever happened to your mindDid the sands of time drift in and draw linesOf where you could go, and what you shall followCause what seem to be now is so hard swallowUnderstand that I see you as completely hollowHow am I going to compare with your touch of loveA world waiting for me outside of us laying herePrayer again on which pain is clearly foreverObey not I for among words is where I'm lostWhat might save you from destroying yourselfI have learned that chocolate actually gives me headaches. Don't like it, chocolate that is. So really doesn't leave me account for my losses thinking about it. Trying to win a thinking game against a headache can be entertaining. Feeling the every pulse of blood trying to feed both thoughts and pain. I won't take drugs, even on the third day of this. It's trying to tell me something, and I need to learn to listen.Whisper, make it sweet, maybe it will chase your words and lose it's medium. Soundly seasoned.

Tired Tonight

Trying to find my lifeYet it seems only as alwaysFree from explaining itself to meLiving on broken promisesOf tomorrow being a better dayHave you ever felt alone, just waiting for someone else to find you a home? Welcome these arms for they are all you'll ever need to be found. I'm a place that so many hide within themselves. Just trying to live with things that have spoken among all they have done. Leave me now without a promise here inside of your heart. Knowing somewhere along the way we were the ones meant to begin.

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North Korea is partaking with the path of making nuclear weapons, more then likely in reply to Bush starting a completely ineffective missile defense system. Of which, some great way, he will more the likely directly benefit. Government has, as it almost always has been, is a rich man's paycheck.Under whatever guise you choose to follow, it shows up. Amazing however is even after almost eight hundred years we still are "riding off" into crusades in the Middle East while greed is the only true fervors in action. And a war based on asking a compulsive liar to tell the truth.What needs to happen is someone needs to tell the truth first. Christmas isn't white this year. Nor does it appear all that bright. I'm an American so my fellow idealist are set among wrapping papers, returned gifts, and the new year. The only thing that I'd care for is company of a body that needs cuddling and a warm fire.That isn't to say I am lonely for the season, not at all. Rather however worry about the lack of clouds, unwritten words, and unseen things hidden farther away then behind cheap paper. There is a world out there, and a whole lot of people without love that completely deserve it. If I find you, you'll have mine.