Patience

Its strange I can hardly breath,
With these fingers that strongly squeeze,
They grip oh so very tight,
As I sit and wonder tonight,

I miss your voice,
I miss your eyes,
I have a jealousy,
In which I despise,
I'm so sorry for the stress I cause,
I wish my mind had an acceptance clause,
I love you so much and that won't change,
So please forgive the emotions I have in my brain.

Wandering

I've traveled this land and fought many things,
Treacheous witches and poisonous stings,
I've kill many men by the sword in my hand,
And many a woman have falen for this man,
I am a writter a poet they say,
With pen as a weapon to my final day,
Ill sling my words like a warriors dance,
Or ill tread lightly a fresh fawns prance,
From the forests, and snow coverd mountains,
To the dark city, and its dried up fountains,
Ill travel this land and face many things,
But in the end all I have, are these words that I sing.

Politics Of A Lonely Life

We go through motions,
tides of our own ocean,
a man made monstrosity
a blood red sea,

For years I've hid,
my insecurities and fear,
with cigarettes, orange bottles, and empty beers,
and with each little thing
death comes near,

and now there's a hole in my heart special fit for you
 and one in my head where the bullet went through
 and all that's on my mind is a brass casing
and a soul covered in gunshot residue.

i miss what we had,
what we could have,
and now i reside,
in a world halved,

a million miles,
or only three hours,
the distance is far but worth the while,
as long as you're here,
my love will never be in denial.

Fuck Shit Up! Pat The Bunny

This is one of those songs that really hits me, Apunk rock song wont ever change the world, but i can tell you about a couple that changed me.

I don't believe in cops, bosses, or politicians. Some call that anarchism. I call it having a fucking heart that beats!
I do believe in freedom and never giving up. Call my methods madness or call them luck. I do what I got to to be able to breathe! And if you quit your job well, you can do a little breathing with me. A punk rock song won't ever change the world. But I can tell you about a couple that changed me. So, tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up! Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up! Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up! So sing with me now! Whoaaa Whoaaa Whoa-a-a-a. Whoaaa Whoaaa Whoa-a-a-a. 
Punk rock song won't ever change the world!
But I can tell you about a couple that changed me!
So, tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up!
Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up!
Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up!
Oh yeah oh yeah!
Whoaaa! Whoaaa! Whoa-a-a-a! Whoaaa! Whoaaa! Whoa-a-a-a!
Whanana Uh-uh-uh-oh!
Whanana Uh-uh-uh-ohhhh!

The Holder of Regret

This my spin at a piece of "The Holders" series. I hope you enjoy!

The Holder of Regret

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In any city or any town. There is a building, one that seems to be in decay, forgotten, and unattended. Travel here, and find a way inside. It may be through a window, an open door, or maybe an old rusted fire escape, it matters not.

Once inside you will hear a distant almost faded voice speak to you, if it does not, then leave for it is waiting in the shadows to get a jump on you. The voice will ask you why you are here. Reply boldly “I am here to see The Holder of Regret!” You will hear a shriek and the building will shake at your very uttering of this Holders name.

A door will open to a dark staircase, be careful because even though it seems like it goes up it is only an illusion. If you are not aware you will fall down this staircase surely to your death. If you see a light at the bottom as you descend turn back now, if you do not then take each step as you would.

The further down you go the more it will seem like the walls are closing in, and the steps are getting narrower. It will get so narrow you will have to sidestep. As you do this it feels as if the walls are closing on you, when this happens, stop, stand your ground and show no fear, if you try to hurry the walls will open quickly and the Holders shade will descend on you and take your soul. If you stop, and embrace the chance of death the walls will return to their natural width and you can continue.

Once you make it to the bottom of the stairs, there will be a door. Do not touch it, do not motion towards it. This door will only lead you to a fate worse than any sinners Hell. You will hear three sets of six knocks on this door, it will open itself.

You will see a figure. He will be suspended by a horrible set of chains and pulleys. Chains are attached directly to the bone of each limb, as if making a chain and flesh pentacle. He will beg you to help him get free, do not. Instead tell him, “The chains that bid you today, are the chains you set in your past.” The body will begin the shriek and the pulleys will start spinning, ripping the body apart. Do not close your eyes fore you will suffer the same fate. In the place of the mangled body will lay a pocket watch. This time piece has the power to turn back all of time and erase everything that has ever happened. It is your choice to unlock it or not.

Love in the outbox

As I sit there silently zoning out, nodding off,
Something grabs my attention, like a sickly mans sudden cough,
I grab my phone, unlock, read message,
And each word I read,  is a brand new lesson,
I smile as I read, your amazing, I love you,
And the way you smile I know that your words true,
Modern romance, a tale for a lifetime,
And if nothing else I know, I see you in mine.

Song for my love

I wanted to sing you a sweet lylaby, so I grabbed my guitar and I learned how to fly, you asked me how and I said just grab my hand, with your love and mine we've got a pretty good plan. So we flew away into a tyedye sky, watchin the days of our lives flow by, living for now not a single regret, and now you can see my deepest secrets.