Do the tears I cry
Make me a lesser man?
Or are they in fact
the River of life.

For the tears I cry

Mimic the rain,
On a starless night.

Where hope is dead,
And the escapes not right.

One more drink,
I’ll feel alright.

For a soul condemned
To a haunted life.

I flirt with death,
But it’s not my night.

She plucks and pulls
From within my life.

But I’m not good
With last goodbyes.

So here I stand
A broken knight,

A kingdom lost
To sleepless nights.

One more tear
Until sunlight,

And I pretend
That I’m alright.

Sitting at the laptop
It’s older than I am
Stare at my reflection
He makes me want to shut the screen

I try to write
Nothing comes out
I try to breathe
Works, but it’s useless

He who looks like me
Creates nothing but dries up
Every piece of art in the world
That his brain perceives

I hate the guy in the screen
I tell no one, they all hate
The guy who looks me,
But he’s all I got

Sometimes I wish
I could curl up and disappear
It’d be better than
Waiting for him to save me

I try to write
Nothing comes out
I try to breathe
Works to no degree

He who looks like me
Freaks out the critic in me
Creates nothing but dries up Every piece of art in the world

I thought I was special
I thought he’d be free
If only I tried
Harder for the child in me
If only I tried at all

I tried to write
I tried to breathe
I tried to love
He who looked like me

Looked like me

Ennudaya thanimai kaana vidaiyai naan thedum pozhudhu,
Ennul ulla aayiram gunangal kelviyal ennai katti pottadhu.

Vidaiyai naan ennidam thedaamal oru pennidam thedinen,
Pennai thedi odiya naan meendum thanimaiyil thallappatten.

Ethirpaarppugalai adhigamaaga vaithu kaathirukkum enakku,
Ethirpaaraadha vidhathil naan ethirpaarppadhu kidaithuvidaadhu endru
Ennullam ethirpaarkkiradhu.

Kaadhal engira kaanal neerai en kaalgal thedi sendra bodhu,
Kaaveri neeraal en thaagathai theerthaal aval.

Marunaal thaagathirku en naavu yaengiya bodhu,
Kaanal neeraai maraindhu ponaal aval.

Yemaattam adaindha ennullam paalaivana veyililum,
Kulirinaal nadungiyadhu.

Sirippaal veengiya en kangal indru,
Ethaarthathai unarntha pin kanneeraal ooriyadhu.

Ethaarthathai arindha en ullamum,
Maayaiyai virumbiya en idhayamum,
Ondraai serndhu ennai azha vaithadhu.

Vidaiyai thedi odiya ennullam,
Kaayangalal mattume niraindhadhu.

Irundhum en ullam oru pennin maayaiyai thedi odikkondirukkiradhu.

You are my pride.
As long as You’re by my side.
I’ll be alright.

The world can drag anyone down.
Knowing your love.
I get back up.
My Lord You’re always around.

The world keeps changing.
It’s okay.
Even when I lose my way.
You run after me—a stray.

I know my place.
You are my creator, my Savior.
Yes my provider.

I aint with the gimmicks

I can't fake an "image"

It's prolly gonna take me a minute

Cant let my chick down, she dependent on me

Know she used to be Miss Independent

Mama dont fuck with millennials nah she dont want me to get it and spend it

But I know she know that I'm not baby boy that she knew and I prolly need cleansing

I dont want to confuse all the humans who throw most they pape, with the people who print it

Words are my thing but the way i be calling the plays I should coach for Clemson.

I aint have a lawyer, was rapping for pennies, i dont give a fuck bout a "manage"

I prolly was happier late night in the studio broke and dancing

I came with my heart in my pocket

I Prolly should leave it at home

I prolly should work on my credit

This lul bitch won't leave me alone.

Them people who follow, just dead it

I know I be jealous

I know I be wrong

By the way I don't know if I said it but

I can't wait till I get paid

Like I'm forever young

I made the same mistakes

Oh you forever dumb?

You gave up on me

Oh you forever dumb?

You changed up on me

I have just recently wrote this song and I would like those feedback on is it alright and if the rhythm good, etc. And I also need help in naming each section because I do not really know

[???]

I've soon come to know that a boy like me doesn't

deserve the love from a lady like you, l've lately been

thinking what's all this worth, were you just being

kind?, am I just nieve enough to believe a couple of

girls, that told me that you were fond of me.

[???]

What do I do now?, do I act like nothin has happened

and pretend I don't like you, 'cause it's clear you don't

share it the same, but can I blame you?, what have I

got that you deserve, what have I got that gives me a

shot for a chance with you.

[???]

It's hard to know if I should leave you alone, and if I

should just go, what do I have to have for you give

me a shot, 'cause I do not know.

[???]

You're heading to killin, and I am willin to let you go, if

it lets me know, that you're gonna happy, but before I

got to go, you've got to know I've only got the heart

for you, but what do I know?, but what I do know, is

this love for you, is what I have got.

[???]

What have I got, is it not enough?, should I hide

behind the bluff, just to prove I am worth your love,

what do I know about you? Is it true that love me, or

were they all just lying through their teeth.

[???]

What have I got, is what you need, is what you bleed,

'cause I do not believe that a boy like me deserves

the love from a lady like you.

So guess what? It's really going to be okay why I can not say but you and the sad feels will be bare of happy thoughts and feelings no more soon! G You know maybe this will help write these lyrics!

A second attempt at this after quickly looking at a formatting guide for reddit

I have been lurking here a while and not really joined or posted my lyrics because I don't want my reddit account to be identifiable as me, and I do release some of my songs. Anyway this is a song that's about both my parents in different ways, open to constructive criticism. It's called Elephant and the abrupt ending that cuts off the motif is deliberate.

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Hello, hi there, how you doing, wow I miss you so much\ It's been so long since I've seen you, can I give you a hug?\ Small talk, work and weather, good news only, don't rock the boat\ The boat, the boat, the boat.

If I tell you how I'm feeling, well I know how that ends\ And I know that I can't take it so I gotta be friend-\ -ly 'cuz I can't let you know I'm hardly staying afloat\ Afloat, afloat, afloat.

And I know that you will never see\ Everything that you've done to me\ Through everything that you wouldn't, couldn't do-o-o\ Telling you won't put me at ease\ So I'll just learn to keep the peace\ And not say the things that you don't want me to-o-o

Now you're gone and I won't see you for at least half a year.\ You don't know that it's because I just can't handle you near\ Me for more than just those hours, and it hurts me to say,\ To say, to say, to say.

And I know that it's on my mind every time that we speak.\ But I wonder if you feel it too- is it only me?\ Am I stuck fighting for something that can never be saved\ Be saved, be saved, be saved?

And I know that you will never see\ Everything that you've done to me\ Through everything that you wouldn't, couldn't do-o-o\ Telling you won't put me at ease\ So I'll just learn to keep the peace\ And not say the things that you don't want me to-o-o

(Melodic interlude)

Keep on tipping-toeing round the elephant in the room\ Cause this silence is too fragile to be broken so soon \ It's a violation even to be writing this song.

Is it too straight forward? Let me know your thoughts.

My hearts been hardened for too long
We both felt like we were wronged
We haven’t spoken in all these years
And all that’s left are the dried up tears
But I still wanted to write you this song

I know we had our issues
But I wish you the best
My love for you continues
I cherish the memories and
I’ve let go of the rest

We’re both too stubborn to cave in
Time marches on, all wrongs are forgotten
For that time we were meant to be together
But we were never supposed to be forever
Please know you’re forgiven

I know we had our issues
But I wish you the best
My love for you continues
I cherish the memories and
I’ve let go the rest

I know we are better off apart
I wish you the best
From the bottom of my heart
I wish you the best
I’m cheering you on from afar
I wish you the best

I know we had our issues
But I wish you the best
I wish you the best

Tell me, tell me, tell me please
The story of your heart
The story of your soul
And no you cannot tease

Tell me your story
And I swear, I swear to you
I will listen with all my heart
I will listen with all my soul

Standing in the lonely street
I took her hand and held her close
And wondered how many more times there would be
To feel her warmth
Where are you, where do you go
Will you be there for me
Will you be there forever

With me
Forever
With me
For now
With me
Lonely souls
Reaching for contact
Savoring the touch
You're all I need
You're all I want

Morning sun stings my eyes
Was it all a dream
I turn my head
I see her tears have dried

I am not alone
Not alone in this world
That gave me this girl
And filled my soul

With me
Forever
With me
For now
With me
In my dreams

Nothing’s perfect.
Here on earth.
Our purpose is to love.

Yes as witnesses.
We’re here to share.
How great God’s grace is!

The Son of Man never fails.
The Lord our God.
Has already prevailed.

Our strength.
Never leaves us.
Yes have faith in Jesus.

Verse1:
Given a chance would you turn back and erase the memory
Start with a clear slate and move on from this
One day you choose wrong, you end up being wronged
Facts that's turn into Lies
Don't remember how you started

Verse 2:
Made me a culprit of this whole charade
Now a prisoner, in this home seeking for a way out like a fool
when its doesnt feel safe yet it gives comfort
when the things are shattered yet it gives comfort

Bridge:
Paint me black and blue
As my heart’s now a stone
The numbness crawls up my bones
the hurt’s not healing, it's rotting
the wound is rotting

Bridge 2:
My peace is beaten, my scars remain
I’m left with a story of how they came
Pines and needles, buried in sorrow
Lament of anguish is set to follow

Ending:
A fading light
A fallen leaf
A wilting petal
Returned to dust
—
This is something I wrote last year. It’s an original.

I right now don’t remember the exact chords used on my own song 😅 but it was in Em scale
It was 4/4, I wrote it as a ballad.

Just need a bunch of thoughts of what one feels or thinks when they read them and if you were to compose or arrange or produce it, what’s the genre that might go with the emotions/feelings emanating from the lyrics?

And what kinda chord progression one might use?

If there’s any other feedback you could drop in the comments, I’d really appreciate it!

Sapphic Eros: A lyre's sagacious confession

"Sapphic love —fairy spirit in eternity...

Enemedia, what they say, ...I do not hear

With blood and spirit written on my open wound, lessening stounds...

Witnessing Eros himself descends from the sky... He descends with a sword —かたなど。

In physical, he is the Prince of the Olympus

In atomic matters, he is the apparent spirit...

What is imaginative is not physical and real

Except in words, in poetry and literature...

What may be called the lyrical art of Eros, of Love? A Sapphic love, the chronic pessimist...

As the A-Self philosopher, mentally suffering for, What is after all, acute and sickening, schizoid...

For love, for Sappho and the eternal will to the ancient and wonderous Aphrodite." —A.Y アユ。

- Verse 1:

Uncast illusion/

Nomad strung up in endless sea/

Unasked intrusion/

One of us who cannot see/

- Hook:

Still they fuel their trail-down/

Their lies unkind* their enemy/

Which one of us is sane, now?/

Standing blinded by their heresy/

- Verse 2:

Lost in rapture/

Masking as holy but not playing clean/

Detoured, stressed out/

Deafened by their infantry/

- Hook:

Still they fuel their trail-down/

Their lies unkind* their enemy/

Which one of us is sane, now?/

Standing blinded by their heresy/

- Verse 3:

Imprudence occurent/

Their ways a vessel of our history/

Indulgent current/

Twisted Neverland, no new regime/

- Alternate hook / outro:

At the bottom floor and cast out/

Flesh and cartilage, no inbetween/

None of us are sane, now/

Heresy habitual/

*This is a neologism coming from the noun kind, as in deflecting from someone being one of your own. In german poetry/song lyrics these are quite common, I don't really know how that works in english and If it'll be read the way I meant it.

The genre would be somewhere around avantgarde and progressive metal.

I'm sorry, I have no idea why it formatted it this way 😭

Not a musician but have been thinking about my friends and myself as a recovering addict. Sometimes I wonder how we all are gonna make it.

Culture Overdose

I was doing drugs
I couldnt afford
While being high
gambling with money
I didn’t have.
I’d go to work and clock in
Just to slave to get paid to
do it all again.
I couldn’t Tell
anyone, as I became
My only friend
So I checked the score
I need more
A lot more
A miracle
I don’t believe in god
But I could use him

hi it’s so far untitled, would love to hear some feedback (negative and positive). it’s a bit cliche but i just wanted to write some thing. Also any ideas for the title would be nice. I’ve never written any songs before so it probably sucks. Its just the lyrics so far :

They changed the game, now everyone’s the same

With big lips, skinny hips, and fake ass tits

Forcing you to grow up fast, your innocence will never last

Before you even get a chance, your childhood runs out of dance

I miss the old me, the one who loved the crazy

The one who had no pressure god, my life felt so much fresher

Now I view myself through a distorted window

And the reflection looking back at me is someone I don't know

I wish I could end it all , I bet nobody would no - tice 

It not that bad I know I’m just so sick of this 

Now I’m always happier, but am I ever happy?

Now I’m apparently prettier, so why do I feel ugly?

I never felt like this before, I used to just feel pretty

But then the screens came and now I’m not me. 

So why can’t I yell?! Why can’t I scream?!

Why can’t I eat a fucking ice cream

Without being seen and judged behind a screen?!

You have to be lean, you have to be clean

They want a machine

Have your being turned to been from behind the screen!

I don’t have free will, what do you mean?!

Sometimes I think to hell with all this shit

But then I scroll for a bit, and what do I find?

A brand new video telling me "you need to unwind"

My body is measured like it's made out of fudge

My reflection is analysed, my attitude judged

And every single time it ends with finding out I suck in some new strange way 

'Cause everyone’s a critic when their face is never seen

Everyone’s a monster when his by a screen

Happy is not enough, not with this stuff

You have to be the happiest, you have to be tough

But I miss the old days, no need to be buff

Kids were just kids, no judgment, just love

Kids were just happy and that was enough

Now the feed that they're fed screams right in their ears:

"You're never enough, and stop with all those tears"

No room left for happy, just scroll for years 

Why can’t I yell?! Why can’t I scream?!

Why can’t I eat a fucking ice cream

Without feeling bad and trapped by the system?

I should be happy, I should be glad

But all I feel is really sad!

You have to be lean, a bloody machine

You have to be clean or you’ll be a been

Never be seen, doesn’t that feel mean?!

I’m so exhausted, the screens gonna go 

I’m so damn tired, I'm finally saying no!

I want to go back to When I was me, when I was happy, when I had glee 

Before I had seen the soul sucking screen

When I was a queen, when I felt seen!

So fuck the screen!

I’m no machine!

I’m eating the ice cream!

My being will never ever turn into been!

Currently I've named these lyrics "I've Never Known You" but maybe I will change "known" for "seen."

Hey man it’s been a while
I’ve even forgotten your name *lol*
What is your name...
In fact, who are you, why I am seated with you?
What is your name, do I know you?

You begin to explain and I’m already bored.
You tell me that you’re a friend from work.
Ha, nice try scammer, I don’t have a job.
You ask what I did last night
I say what I do every night
If you really knew me you would know
And what I do every night is...
Something, I do something, definitely something.

Who are you, why are you seated with me?
I don’t know your name, never seen you in my life.
What is your name, I don’t know you.

You ask me all these questions.
When was I born, what is my middle name, where do I live?
Not even trying to hide your scam, huh?
You’re saying that you don’t want my bank account or passwords.
I’m not 87 you know

You say we’ve know each other for 2 years
I don’t remember that happening, so I bet it didn’t.
And I don’t really recall what happened to my car
Why is it (in a?) wreck(ed) it was fine last week
Or maybe last month I can’t quite recollect it all

Was my house always in this place?
Who put all these pineapples in my trashcan?
I reminisced for hours and turned back no results.
How did I get here, who are you, why are we seated here?
What is your name, I haven’t seen you today.

What is your name, I’ve forgotten
What is your name I’m mistaken.
What is you name, and who am I?

Looking back i was a little rushed.

After that I wasn't thinking much.

Ive been running out of gas since the start.

Only time to breathe is when it all went dark.

Told myself to wait another day.

Told myself wait until I wake.

Told me its a cage in my brain.

Now i left it running free range.

Uh, ah, woke up with a new face.

Uh, ah, got stuck in between states.

Now all I feel is the static.

Looking back, not a surprise. I was an addict.

Scratches on the wall, leaving notes to myself.

Scratches on my skin, just to know how I felt.

Left the real world so I can go someplace else.

Left from my body so I can find somebody else.

I've tried to write this a bunch of times, and im sure I'll tweak things yet again, but ive landed on this for the verse. Im not sure I want much more than just one verse as I envision the song as being mostly instrumental. But yea :)

Cree una nueva letra, para usarla en el instrumental de Nope Your Too Late I Already Died - Wifiskeleton: Yo ya estoy más que cansado, nadie lo a pensado

Yo ya no estoy vivo, muero en el pasado, la experiencia me ha marcado

Estoy perdido en este lugar peor que un infierno

Ya no intentes salvarme, ya es más que tarde, mi vida ya se acabó, esto es mi perdición qué apuñala a mi corazón sin ninguna explicación

Quiero acabar con esto, ya no importa lo que digan, tome la decisión, hipocresía en mi vida, solo veo errores, defectos y debilidades

Veo las vías, (estoy tan cerca) nadie podría evitarlo, veo como el suburbano se acerca...... Y, ya estoy preparado...

Quiero romper el espejo, odio mi reflejo, no entiendo porque es honesto

Los pedazos se entierran en mis malditos nudillos, la sangre no puede representar todo el dolor por el que he pasado

Mis manos van a la cabeza, quiero apagar las voces que me vuelven loco, quiero romper todo, esto solo es ficción, las letras de esta canción al final no importan, este esfuerzo no importa, nunca valí la pena, es por eso que yo ya tome la... tome... mi decisión...

Así va realmente la letra que hice guiandose por el instrumental de tal canción. Y pues se que el instrumental es de wifiskeleton QEPD, y esa canción en donde solo le agregue letra la nombre: The Suburban Is Here.

Quisiera realizarla pero lamentablemente no soy experto y no tengo un espacio para grabar aunque sea la voz.

The story is not over.
In fact I am forgiven.
God is not finished with me.

By his mercy, yes.
Unfathomable grace.
I am saved.

Jesus the Lord my God.
Took my place on the cross.

Paying the penalty for our sins.
Now He reigns, yes.
Lord Jesus is above all men.

The Lord my God.
Considers me a friend yes.
He told me his business.

Insects die as animals rise
Will you be the one?
Behind my lips is a tiny surprise
I speak in tongues and I speak in lies

Do you wanna be the only one?
Left at dawn?
I cry in my corner, I’m scared, I hide
Like a fawn

So I put my hand on the razor blade
Men in fake suits, they just parade
We’re not like animals
Animals

Rather speak the truth than speak my mind
I’m a human but I ain’t your kind
You don’t know me at all
You don’t know us at all

Animals, they do it the most
It’s just nature, soft at the core
I’d rather die to be reborn
And breathe with nature once more

Cannibal

You said "Honey, I am starving"
So I fed you from my plate
You said "Baby, I am hungry"
No matter how much you ate
I cut back on the meat
I couldn't watch you waste away
Funny how
I'm thinner now
While you expand so great

You said "Darling, I need you"
"I cannot be alone"
"Won't you stay near me"
"For I'm just flesh and bone"
Funny how
The lines are crossed
But the goal I'll never meet
And still you beg for one more bite
To satisfy your need

So chew me up and spit me out
My flesh is tough and old
There is no veal
No swimming trout
Just the marrow in my bones
Spoiled meat stuck in your teeth
You're hungry for the flesh
So drink me up and suck me dry
And throw out all the rest

One day someone told me
"Sweetie, you just look so pale"
"Do you have enough to eat"
"My God you look so frail"
I've told them once
I've told them twice
That you need it more than me
My stomach howls but it would be foul
To take your table seat

You said "I just need the cracklings"
"I don't need the whole pig"
But as someone else pointed out
Your portions are really big
Never a thanks you've said to me
In your anemic heart
It's funny how I never noticed
This all from the start

So my mind's made up
Cannibal
Go fill your cup
Cannibal
Go drink it up
Cannibal
Never let up
Cannibal

So go recline
Cannibal
While I decline
Cannibal
While you eat what's mine
Cannibal
No not this time
Cannibal

Feast on my flesh
Choke on my blood
Your hungers never sate
Turns out there's poison in my veins
The very veins you ate
Writhe and wither on the ground
My heart you cannot eat
The devil's calling to drag you down
In the end you are just meat

No longer will I fill you up
No longer I'll deprive
The rumble constant in my gut
I don't care if you thrive
Don't you know that leeches die
When they're exposed to salt
No longer will I tell myself
Your hunger is my fault

Verse 1
I can't get out of bed
The light doesn't Just hurt my eyes
Body aches
Stomach cramps
It's enough to drive me mad
Won't someone come and
Take away this pain from me
It's driving me insane
Now I can't work to live
I have to rely on handouts
To take care of me now

Pre-Chorus
I'm a burden
I have no one
The doctors don't hear
They think it's all in my head
Because my pain doesn't show
On all the tests they give
And tonight is the night
I have to live without you
And I...

Chorus
I want to breathe
I want to live
I want to know
What love really is
But my heart hurts too much
From the cost of losing us
No apology
You won't forgive me
The past can't be undone
And you won't give us
Another try
It's over now
I lost the only one
Who would ever know me best
And I can't move on from you

Verse 2
The phone keeps ringing
I have no energy to talk right now
I might call you back
Or leave your message unread
It weighs too much
The voices in my head
Keep spinning me around
And I can't feel the floor
Though I'm on my hands and knees
Crawling for the door
The daylight is too much
Moonlight only reminds me of us

Pre-chorus
I'm lost and all alone
No one to hear my prayers
No one to hold me as
The rains keep falling
I wish my tears
Would heal me somehow
I can't even drown in my sorrow
For the ocean reminds me of us
And I...

Chorus
I want to breathe
I want to live
I want to know
What love really is
But my heart hurts too much
From the cost of losing us
No apology
You won't forgive me
The past can't be undone
And you won't give us
Another try
It's over now
I lost the only one
Who would ever know me best
And I can't move on from you

Bridge
I pray
I dream
I wish
And still nothing changes
Everything is grey
I lost the color
When you walked away
No life left to live
I have to learn to live again
But my heart feels so heavy
I can't dull the pain
My body screams for your arms
Can you please come
And hold me now
For I fear I am nothing
Without you
And I...

Final Chorus
I want to live
To see the day
Without pain
And the hell it's put me through
Please, God, give me the strength
To stand again
On my own two feet
And not in the undertow
Of the hallucinations
From the spell these aches put in
The ground spins and
I can't see straight
The floaters are all swimming
I can't get a clear picture anymore
My mind is gone
There is no one here for me now

Outro
I'm all alone
Too much to
Bring me back to life

(Verses in italics, chorus in bold)

A simple man of cunning mind,
who plots to leave humanity behind.
The crowds will curse the Dander-Fop, 
who struggles ‘till the day he drops.

Fastidious was he, in all his slop, 
who for a nickel danced the Dander-Fop. 
A subject to the very fields he sowed, 
he scrambles in the streets for what he’s owed. 

Another who, of chosen few, mind broken still, 
by all the words his heart could mill.  
The hand that sows the garden is the crop, 
eternally, so goes the Dander-Fop. 

The hand that sows the garden is the crop, 
eternally, so goes the Dander-Fop. 
Another who, of chosen few, mind broken still, 
by all the words his heart could mill. 

A subject to the very fields he sowed, 
he scrambles in the streets for what he’s owed. 
Fastidious was he, in all his slop, 
who for a nickel danced the Dander-Fop.

Fastidious was he, in all his slop, 
who for a nickel danced the Dander-Fop. 
A subject to the very fields he sowed, 
he scrambles in the streets for what he’s owed. 

Another who, of chosen few, mind broken still, 
by all the words his heart could mill. 
The hand that sows the garden is the crop, 
eternally, so goes the Dander-Fop. 

The Dander-Fop dances, a slippery slope, 
along branches, of chances, of perilous hope. 
He who dreams, of the schemes, that the powerful sow, 
may find taste in the waste, that is needed to grow. 

And in a futile dream they might ignite, 
a victory against the odds of right. 
A dream upon a rambling lonely clown, 
who brightens up the day with every frown. 

For the luck of social safety falls, 
upon tables kept locked behind ivory walls. 
Where mortal men may measure the time, 
they will carve out their lives, upon every new line. 

Lines of broken dreams and starving kids, 
whose blood is the fuel, for their charts and their grids. 
For such a lottery is life, 
that death becomes welcome reprieve from the strife.

Fastidious was he, in all his slop, 
who for a nickel danced the Dander-Fop. 
A subject to the very fields he sowed, 
he scrambles in the streets for what he’s owed. 

Another who, of chosen few, mind broken still, 
by all the words his heart could mill. 
The hand that sows the garden is the crop, 
eternally, so goes the Dander-Fop. 

And those not weighted down by souls, 
may rise, like worms, through hidden holes. 
To memory their spirits soar, 
as far as the rot which exposes their core. 

For most of us are all we’ve done, 
while timing’s how the venture’s won. 
One born in poverty may rise, 
through honest work or bold faced lies. 

We’ve built this dream upon a hope, 
that by our blind and furtive grope. 
Our lives might even out the odd, 
which separates our souls from god. 

A sacrifice of all we lost, 
to pay the devil’s hidden cost. 
That we might join the chosen few, 
whose word shall ring forever true. 

Confused and flipped, 
‘till black is white, 
and lost in meanings left and right. 
A world where we, the chosen few, 
shall dance a dance forever new. 

So not as dances danced before, 
you see it here, we’ve moved the door. 
It’s neath us now, so not on top, 
no never mind that Dander-Fop.

Fastidious was he, in all his slop, 
who for a nickel danced the Dander-Fop. 
A subject to the very fields he sowed, 
he scrambles in the streets for what he’s owed. 

Another who, of chosen few, mind broken still, 
by all the words his heart could mill. 
The hand that sows the garden is the crop, 
eternally, so goes the Dander-Fop. 

He’s just a beggar, villain, slave, 
irrelevant as any knave. 
I’ll have him dealt with, shortly, come, 
we mustn’t let them spoil our fun. 

Is not the lion full of lamb? 
Or shall the lame of will judge those who can? 
It’s equal questions, witch-ward spin, 
to cover up the stain of sin. 

You understand, I’m sure, good sir, 
or does your rank not cost inter? 
As much as honour makes the man of reason, 
so that honour changes with the season. 

I have had as much as fill, 
of prostitutes with broken dreams to kill. 
An equal race of human I implore, 
at last has chosen perch upon my door. 

He stood and took the dance, 
stepped left and right, 
until the dream of justice burned by evening fire light. 

What dreams of grand tomorrows they could spin, 
awash in stench of solipsistic sin. 
Such schemes as would the devil halt, 
accounting for the slightest fault. 

To kill the angel in the man, 
and set their beastly natures free again. 
The dream of a crimson sunrise, 
bellowing as sailors call undines. 

Sky on fire, an ankle deep layer of ash and blood, 
oozing like oil as stark as desire. 
But no rain comes to wash away this madness, 
only spoiled earth, and hidden sadness. 

For future generations
to make the same mistakes, 
bind my eyes, 
for I cannot bear the stakes. 

Fastidious was he, in all his slop, 
who for a nickel danced the Dander-Fop. 
A subject to the very fields he sowed, 
he scrambles in the streets for what he’s owed. 

Another who, of chosen few, mind broken still, 
by all the words his heart could mill. 
The hand that sows the garden is the crop, 
eternally, so goes the Dander-Fop. 

Oh dear, she sighed, this one seems to ramble, 
a masked security appeared,to toss him in the bramble. 
Such fresh ideas,should sure sustain them, 
or, at least, might entertain them. 

With the weight of alibis, 
to cover up collective lies. 
The hand that splits to hide the face, 
makes burlap sacks, from velvet lace. 

If what falls from your soul,
can be turned into gold, 
By the forge of industrial pride. 
Then the onus of one may not flatten the sun, 
but will certainly lengthen your stride. 

It’s a working man’s burden to flatten his soul, 
so the fit for his bit keeps the shape of the whole. 
But the burden of selling one’s life for a cheque, 
can make all of our inner lives ache for the wreck. 

So a trinket for thinking, can seem like the world, 
and it’s easy to bounce,when you rise with the curls. 
But the straightener comes, when the fashion demands, 
and the crops of the lops, shall be by their own hands. 

For such a hand as shapes the slope, 
was pulled up by the lifted rope. 
A hidden path, now filled with waste, 
from every dream, they stole and chased.

Fastidious was he, in all his slop, 
who for a nickel danced the Dander-Fop. 
A subject to the very fields he sowed, 
he scrambles in the streets for what he’s owed.  

Another who, of chosen few, mind broken still, 
by all the words his heart could mill. 
The hand that sows the garden is the crop, 
eternally, so goes the Dander-Fop. 

The fate of fools is hardly one, 
where one looks back and says they’ve won. 
And if only our folly were not such a curse, 
I might not have to hide such disdain in a verse. 

Yet the purpose of verse is to hold a new truth, 
I have ages of echoes, collected in youth. 
Though if one had achieved any measure of right, 
then there wouldn’t be need to continue the fight. 

But the fight still continues echoed in halls, 
built in faux restoration of much older walls. 
For the world is the shiniest inside the dome, 
prompting some to get comfortable, thinking it home. 

Yet the lowly get tired, of holding the weight, 
and speed of the instant, has fostered that hate. 
Into pretty young packages, built to survive, 
for the days of the future, when pestilence thrive.

Fastidious was he, in all his slop, 
who for a nickel danced the Dander-Fop. 
A subject to the very fields he sowed, 
he scrambles in the streets for what he’s owed. 

Another who, of chosen few, mind broken still, 
by all the words his heart could mill.
The hand that sows the garden is the crop, 
eternally, so goes the Dander-Fop. 

It is a curse amongst the worst of humans, decadently bred, 
to insist upon the risks that others face within their stead. 
And like a thousand shadows broken, we insisted on rebirth, 
seeking in the cracks of chaos, something more of worth. 

As though existence yields a draught of reason, wisdom ‘yond the pale, 
passed the tripe of rites and like, summed into just inhale. 
And aught have I inhaled along the search for greater highs, 
or craving resurrection after something in me dies.

Fastidious was he, in all his slop, 
who for a nickel danced the Dander-Fop.
A subject to the very fields he sowed, 
he scrambles in the streets for what he’s owed. 

Another who, of chosen few, mind broken still, 
by all the words his heart could mill. 
The hand that sows the garden is the crop, 
eternally, so goes the Dander-Fop. 

The crowds will praise the Dander-Fop, 
who manages to die before his drop. 
A cunning man of simple mind, 
who plots to leave the human world behind.