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Death will Chase You Down

Death will chase you down.

Death won’t ask if you’re done.

Death will chase you down,

The end will come.

Before death knocks hard

Before the final glow.

Are you busy livin,

Or death already know?

Are you busy livin’?

Are you busy tryin’?

Death will chase you down,

Don’t get busy dyin’.

Death will chase you down.

Won’t ask if you’re done.

Death will chase you down.

The end will come.

Does a good woman,

Warm your bed?

Live life with the livin’,

Get out of your head.

If you’re chasin’ death

Demons on the prowl.

Come find the livin’,

And with love we howl.

Death will chase you down.

Won’t ask if you’re done.

Death will chase you down.

The end will come.

When death chases you down

Did you put up a good fight?

Did you make life worth livin’?

Did you get it right?

Death will chase you down.

Death will never forget

Know when you’re done,

In Death, hold no regrets.


Free

Free


Moment

Moment


Lost is the Reason

You see me standing

You see me cry.

Lost is the reason,

lost is the why.

 

Morning is the light,

light should fill the day.

But lost is the reason,

and darkness has it’s way.

 

When you wanna be lovin

When you wanna be givin.

Lost is the reason

For this to be worth livin.

 

My love still has meaning.

I want my years with you.

Do you know the reason

you do what you do?

 

You sparked the fire.

Then left it all alone.

Do you have a reason,

to tend to this home?

 

Time for your reveal,

Is love on your mind?

Find the reason,

show me your mine.

 


Feel

I have the vision, nothing wrong with my eyes.

Nothing wrong with my dreams

Nothing wrong with the why.

 

I have the mind, nothing wrong with ideals.

I see how I could soar

I see how I could feel.

 

Click click there is no ignite.

Quick quick need a light.

Energy burning a hole in my heart.

Flame flame, give me a kick start.

 

Waiting for my life to begin,

But it’s already begun.

My eyes see the road

and the path to the sun.

 

Quicksand everywhere I turn.

See what I want to see.

I could soar above it all

If I were a different me.

 

Life’s short, time to change,

And climb the tallest tree.

Take the first step forward,

To finally feeling free.


Idle Time

I’ve taken to poetry to fill the idle time.

Foray familiar for myriad of thought.

Alas it’s not the usual love prose.

My idle, the days I’ve soullessly bought.

 

Haha, what fool does this mirror show.

My virtue sold so cheap.

Trading in my daylight hours,

released for a feed and some sleep.

 

Knock knock, who’s there?

Don’t ask, I’ve sold my name.

Haha, languishing without purpose,

Look in the mirror to find my blame.

 

My idle time tells without question.

Have I enough soul to change my game?

Can I salvage virtue, create my purpose?

And find the power to bellow my name.


Spin

I don’t have the right eyes

To be away from the dark.

I don’t implore destiny,

Tuned to follow the lark.

 

Intention and execution,

Nothing in the same.

What summons my wake,

Is never my end game.

 

The common is I,

Always play to win.

Never the right hand,

To make worlds spin.

 

So when I see falter,

Where does one go?

Cut your losses,

In destiny’s flow.

 

A common whore,

For voids to feel bright.

You didn’t pack a bag,

Never saw the light.

 

Farewell heart,

Take a step aside.

Your not the virtue

One emerges from a hide.

 

You’re fun is done.

Find a better kill.

How your heart is,

Find the same fill.

 

I leave aghast,

Tragedy of our time.

Present wasn’t enough,

The past is your line.

 

 

 

 

 


Forever

 

So in love so in love.
Still the same you.
Heart warm doesn’t change
the old faded view.

Want the change, take me.
I’m fallow at your will.
Love me in the morning,
let me be your fill.

Does strength greet you
to take on love and a heart?
Does forever taunt you
that it may never start?


Where I’d rather be

In dreams...


High

Once grabbed with a joy in your eyes.

Eagles soaring above the seas.

Light lent we followed highs, the nigh.

Bitter brevity a passing breeze.

 

Did you wrangle the bucking bull?

Still do you see what soars above?

Looks like the skies are full.

The heavens are out of love.