hardraverNYC
Bluelighter
The fear
Black
It stands
In the back of mind.
Strangling our
Simple confidence.
The fear
Our dreams are what
It makes us believe
We can't achieve.
The fear
Spinning wild webs
Over aspirations.
We suffocate
Under the weight
Of its uninvited ache.
The fear
It builds a monument
To our shortcomings.
And we habitually
Pay
An evil homage
To our own failure.
The fear
Familiar in its
Taste we drink
Willingly.
Forgetting
The unforgiving bitterness.
The fear
Its acid leaks over
Relationships.
Paining and straining
The precious promises
We have every intention of
Keeping.
The fear
It is the root to despair
And it grows inside
The ugliest garden.
Grows enormous
In its own blackness.
Slowly
Drowning us of
All our light.
The fear
We don't need
to bleed from the
seed of
It's mind crime
We can taste the sugary scream
Of liberation!
And never forget it's flavor.
Never know our limitations.
Will you taste it too?
Together we can rattle
The Fear.
Send it shrieking
Into its fractured night.
Back to its irrational
Origins
Putting it forever
In plain perspective.
We can achieve
All those everythings!
It is time
to believe.
In ourselves
And each other...
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PLUR
"we must be the change
we want to see in the
world" --Gandi
[This message has been edited by hardraverNYC (edited 18 February 2001).]
[This message has been edited by hardraverNYC (edited 20 February 2001).]
[This message has been edited by hardraverNYC (edited 21 February 2001).]
Black
It stands
In the back of mind.
Strangling our
Simple confidence.
The fear
Our dreams are what
It makes us believe
We can't achieve.
The fear
Spinning wild webs
Over aspirations.
We suffocate
Under the weight
Of its uninvited ache.
The fear
It builds a monument
To our shortcomings.
And we habitually
Pay
An evil homage
To our own failure.
The fear
Familiar in its
Taste we drink
Willingly.
Forgetting
The unforgiving bitterness.
The fear
Its acid leaks over
Relationships.
Paining and straining
The precious promises
We have every intention of
Keeping.
The fear
It is the root to despair
And it grows inside
The ugliest garden.
Grows enormous
In its own blackness.
Slowly
Drowning us of
All our light.
The fear
We don't need
to bleed from the
seed of
It's mind crime
We can taste the sugary scream
Of liberation!
And never forget it's flavor.
Never know our limitations.
Will you taste it too?
Together we can rattle
The Fear.
Send it shrieking
Into its fractured night.
Back to its irrational
Origins
Putting it forever
In plain perspective.
We can achieve
All those everythings!
It is time
to believe.
In ourselves
And each other...
------------------
PLUR
"we must be the change
we want to see in the
world" --Gandi
[This message has been edited by hardraverNYC (edited 18 February 2001).]
[This message has been edited by hardraverNYC (edited 20 February 2001).]
[This message has been edited by hardraverNYC (edited 21 February 2001).]
