Boiling Point

Boiling Point

bowling over
waters rippling
visions fooling
senses tricking
nights that linger
knots that weave
raging battle
long reprieve
quick to rise and slow to settle
cricks and cries that crack the kettle
burst to bear this weight no longer
ever weaker
ever stronger

nn

Snakes on the Path

Snakes on the Path
broken things, rotten things
dead but not forgotten things
you'll stalk me and block my way
but can you take my breath away?
it seems... i have the realist dreams
i sacrifice myself to you
body and soul but through and through?
there's something i can't give to you
i walk along coal to ash
i wear your skins you've marked me
you are my trophy
and if it seems as though i love you
it's because i do

Old Soul

Old Soul
Bold Soul
A part and the whole.
Born of sand
Pearl at the center
I beg the truth and give my own
But does one carry a message for free?
And what are these travels doing to me?
I fear the wrath of the eyes that see-
And envy the light its infinity
Upon this drifters path i spend
my time
like pennies to no end
I ask for the word.
I let myself die
I leap and bend
I learn to fly
And ashes to ashes
I go and then
It lives and breaths
A pearl again

nn