Malintra-Shadowmoon

I see the clouds overhead Feel the wind on my face I know what's coming next A storm is passing through Some would seek shelter I embrace the storm openly Why dread what nature gives It's simply a part of life I will stand in the rain Feel it splash upon my skin A calming sensation for me It reminds me of the past I used to embrace the wild Explore my environments Few would dare to follow So I could be at peace I recall many a time I'd come home all dirty A fall in a puddle of mud Or a dip in a local creek Yet as I grew much older Nature ceased to exist Replaced by empty spaces Where man would soon build Those places may be gone But the storms still rage So I'll walk in said storms To cleanse my body and soul I see the clouds overhead Feel the wind on my face I know what's coming next A storm is passing through

I've found myself Squeezing my hand recently As hard as I can - To feel the pain - Because I like it... It wasn't very long ago... We were sprawled out On the shore, and... You handed me this tiny white flower A tiny white flower... Filling me with mystic recognition Given everything that's happened In the past week, I... I think I'm finally Beginning to understand What it all meant Maybe, you handed back to me - What I'd handed over to you... When you cut me in the thicket Sending my mind into a spiral Of rushing thoughts, utter confusion You know, it really hurts When you squeeze the knuckles; It makes me happy... I enjoy the pain - like a baby's smile It brings me a spark; It lets me know... You handed back to me What I handed over to you You had given me a rock That could fit In the palm of my hand And I threw it, As far as I could, Into that deep, dark water... Caught on the verge Of a total meltdown... You must have felt me There that night; When lost in a gale

head like a fishbowl got two angels inside saw a glint of godhood on a screen split the decision- infamy or deicide welcome, get born with your habitual ambitions in hand dream chase without rest, reward without work trade in attention until it's so scarce it becomes in high demand on the precipice of promised greatness again, were we? anticipating a dizzying rise to stardom, if only not for the peons keeping you down to earth while you're starfucking, balancing delicate egos like cosmos on spinning plates for eons head in the clouds, mouth buzzing with the duplicitous scandal if you don't deserve to be here, why don't you lift someone who does up help them reach the deeply envied neons, no, it's the unbalanced nature of nurturing the beast, this blue collar image of a struggling worker, rising, grinding, loyal to the fault line is unshaken, and how it is his time to feast at a table with Roman disciples, wearing T-Shirts with him already crucified on the front the