| "...And the wheeling world remembers all the wheeling song forgets."~Alfred Noyes, The Barrel-Organ |


Dancing Earth Worms. We are bleeding stacks of paper,Dancing Earth Worms. by ~DigitalRevolution
Faces folded in the dust of what we had,
chimes,
Wedding Bells.
Have I told you how beautiful you look in white?
We are painted black.
Swans picked of feathers,
we run naked, blistered, and naked.
We run our eyes like faucets.
At least now we know how to feel,
At least now we know how to cry.
Father, did you promise us a life of smiles?
Or did you send us forth to make one?
If all life is, is pain,
Being with you is all my life should be.
And I do love you.
I love how you scream my name.
How birds fly from you when you run for them.
We eat wild flowers.
We hate peace,
We beg for peace.
Bec
| If your gettin off track, and you wanna get back, may take a lot of work for it'll break your back. If you want a revolution the only solution evolve |
