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Post by citizenmike on Jul 2, 2009 19:24:47 GMT -5
Last Night On the outside... I'm lookin' into, seeing what could have become On the center... I'm watching, dreamin' everything that we once were
It was all mine.
With the world in our hands, And the blister city sun bowing down, Come on tonight, One last night, What we once were... Alive!
Holdin' regret... I'm hearing back all the things that should have been said Payin' back... I'm paying everything we could have did
It was all mine.
With the world in our hands, And the blister city sun bowing down, Come on tonight, One last night, Everything we once were... Alive!
Holding on, Moments fleeting, Fading... Captured in my dreams.
Press of your lips, Sound of your breath, Don't let go...
All the things I felt, Left for someone else, It was all mine...
Back of my head, I rule the world, dreaming dreams of someone else Standing in line, I rue the world, cursing curses, damning, force of will
The world was mine,
With the world in our hands, And the blister city sun bowing down, Come on tonight, One last night, Everything we could have been... Alive!
(C) Mike Litton, 2009
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 2, 2009 19:26:14 GMT -5
Jealousy Oh... Hey, jealousy- my jealousy.
Can I walk to your own place, If its not my place, I've spent too much time in this one place, Things can't be the same, Things just need to change, Do I dare to dare want something great?
Oh... Hey, jealousy- my jealousy. Lucky me.
Upon my arrival here, Did I tread upon someone's sleight of hand? Because I see the signs, That I've always seen, That make me turn my head. What's the matter here?
Oh... Hey, jealousy- my jealousy Lousy me.
Is that a smile I see? When you talk to me, Does he make you laugh like I do? If I impose on you, As I always do, When I talk to you, Then why oh haven't you shut the door?
Oh... Hey, jealousy- my jealousy Is it him or me?
Yes, I would give away, To spread my wings and fly your way, Yes, I will roll the dice, To hear you say you're mine...
But I know its not my place, Despite my miles, I dare be called insane, Oh, but what's a chance, for me to break, When I, oh I, have not to wait. Yes, I'll step aside. Cause when the world takes it second turn, I'll be back...
Oh... Hey, jealousy- my jealousy Stupid me.
(C) Mike Litton, 2009
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 2, 2009 19:27:48 GMT -5
Despair Against Will His eyes shined brightly As he kicked, the back of my head. Lost his savior for all he was, He left his son, for dead.
Damned I am... The blessed child is now a man. Damned I am! Damned I am! Left alone in world that is not my own. Damned I am! Damned I am!
His eyes pierced blindly As watched his child, from upon his chair. He clenched his fist His will be done, father don't seem to care.
Take me mother, Shield me from this man. The father I am to color, I do not know this man. For this is how he wants me, To be feed before the crows.
Oh my father, If it is I you color son, You look deep within yourself, And phantom the very essence of pain.
No longer my father, You're will be damned! For without you bitter will, There is nothing to a man.
Explain... Explain it to me!
Holy lord, my father, You will be done. Must it be me to make you see, The struggle they make to shed their grace upon to thee.
His eyes shined brightly, As the road he paved, littered without the wise. I've been tortured, bloodied, mocked. I look into my father's eyes, the last sight of my life.
Now you will know.
(C) Mike Litton, 2009
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 2, 2009 19:29:45 GMT -5
Last Lonely Marlboro So much time, I've got not much to do, But I lie in bed instead, passing thoughts of someone that could be you, It's a lonesome crawl, creeping upon the top, No matter how I try, I always bring myself to stop,
Last lonely Marlboro, I'll light you up, Take you in, Slow me down, Throw it all away, I'll find what I'm looking for through you.
What little I've got, I'll adorn on display, So much in me, maybe I'll forget it all one day, No matter what I do, I'll just wait for you, I'll reach in me, just to see things fall on through,
Last lonely Marlboro, I'll light you up, Take you in, Baby, you can slow me down, Baby, you throw it all away. I'll find what I'm looking for through you.
What I've got, I have learned, I've said my goodbyes, To everything I've dreamt of, Beaten down, I am what I am.
Last lonely Marlboro, I'll light you up, Take you in, Slow me down, Baby baby, get me through, I've found what I'm looking for through you.
(C) Mike Litton, 2009
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 2, 2009 19:30:32 GMT -5
Sunset's Deal Leftovers and ashes are all that I hold, I'm waiting on the prophecies from stories I was told,
Trapped upon barren earth, You took me like the sea. Images I could never conjure, Alive before my eyes.
Like a ghost in the middle I never would have seen, You were nothing like the angels from my dreams,
Born upon untreaded charts, Heaven as I'd never known. Feelings that can't be real, What is coming over me?
Scattered moments I can not leave behind, Racing towards the other way, I reach for your hand, This can't be all I have? Take this selfish burning, I feel all to real.
(C) Mike Litton, 2009
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 2, 2009 19:31:47 GMT -5
Love Before I let myself give in again, I just want to take in what you are, Things aren't gonna be the same. When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be someone else.
(C)Mike Litton, 2009
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 5, 2009 3:29:58 GMT -5
Cool mike, btw, posted art stuff in the Art board XD
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 5, 2009 23:26:53 GMT -5
OO I wrote this pretty prose for DeAnne long back:
I thought it would never come to this--this feeling of bliss? I tried to avoid it, devoid of it ,but it is sucking my very essence into a perpetual warp containing hypnosis over my mind. It so contagious contaminating my thoughts, soul, and body.
I wanted it to end for it seems surreal, possibly a distant nightmare--- Fear and compassion fill me though, both polar opposites fighting over my body and mind. One says yes, trusting optimism the other a skeptic trusting pessimism.
But where do I stand in the middle of the feud?
A pessimist? An Optimist? Lost I am at this moment again. Yet, if it would stop, I would miss out on a opportunity, to learn how to breathe, I would be no longer be the follower lingering in the shadows of the leader, for I would be confident and in control.
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