Wednesday, December 15, 2010

victorious female

I ain't a bird, I ain't a plane,
and I sure ain't no superman,
but as the bat goes to its fruit,
I'll fly to love as fast I can,
There was a feeling of frustration,
why, I can't fully understand,
but with all the blooming pollen,
it was too crowded to plan,

Ooohoh! and then off the wind goes,
Ooohoh! crashing as it blows,

Lock your horns, and flex your shoulders,
and push until you win or you die,
Nature's a bit of a beast,
and doesn't leave you much time to cry,
If you win or if you loose there's a thousand reasons why,
but you'll starve to death just sitting so you've at least got to try,

Ooohoh! and then off the wind goes,
Ooohoh! crashing as it blows,

But she will climb on many steep rocks,
and many times she'll fall,
but she will climb on many steep rocks,
and overcome them all,
and someone will be gratefull,
and she will feel her worth,
and someone will be gratefull,
that she pushed past the hurt.

desperate escape

See the vain of pain, pulsing out of my brain,
you think I've gone insane, hiding big bombs like Saddam Hussein,
but its plain I'm not, just unnecessary strain has got, me,
spinning logic like an angry hurricane, in my cabesa's domain, rattling wildly shacking breaking parts of the frame,

again the heart starts to depart from the land of shopping carts, into the land of chopping parts of a fish in the market, this is how my impulses behave, but I can't end up in a cave and Tony Stark it, gotta come up with a plan, before my head hits my hand, and falls through my finger like times shifting sand, my only hope for my stamina to stand, is if I kneel down daily, and be a praying man.

don't forget

don't forget, God made us the flowers,
don't forget, God gave us the stars,
don't forget, God built legs for us,
that can take us far,
when a favor's done for you,
you should do a favor to,
so don't forget what God's called us to do,
Love and share until all is made new.

time travel

wanna go back on a time machine, change some things that I did see,
That make the world end according to some theories, that's alright with me.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

cure

my friend she said it wasn't really hope, that it was something,
well I can't quite remember how she put it, but it was too the extent that it'd be better to move on,
but I still find some kind of bliss,
in the memory of our kiss,
and I 'm desperate for a cure,
to know my doom is sure,
but it untill the word gets out,
though my heart may run about,
I can't find another route,
I can't take another route,

Let go looser,
Let go looser,
come on,
come on,

Let go looser,
Let go looser,
come on,
come on,

my friend she said it wasn't really hope, that it was something,
well I can't quite remember how she put it, but it was too the extent that it'd be better to move on,
but I still find some kind of bliss,
in the memory of our kiss,
and I 'm desperate for a cure,
to know my doom is sure,
but it untill the word gets out,
though my heart may run about,
I can't find another route,
I can't take another route.