BlackWood7

I saw you last night while awake in a nightmare, Now I think you are the only one who shows care. Lexi, oh Lexi, What have you done to me? I'm still in the gutter, my hair is falling out, But you seem to understand what I talk about. Lexi, oh Lexi, What have you done to me? I want to sing you a painting, paint you a song, When I am with you I feel like nothing is wrong. Lexi, oh Lexi, What have you done to me? I climbed up a mountain, the petroglyphs told me, That you could see the earth the same way that I see. Lexi, oh Lexi, What have you done to me? I may be broken and there's something loose above, But I know

Paralyzed is the dreamer, Who has no words to say. Nor has no strength, In the soul to convey. Pathless sorrow is, The only fruit he eats. Why must his restless muse, And fleshly tablet never meet?

The Shadows sure did smoke you good, The Shadows sure did smoke you good, They wanted to see where you stood. There's smoke and ashes in their eyes, There's smoke and ashes in their eyes, And in a generation's cries. How quickly the smoke left our minds, How quickly the smoke left our minds, But they'll put us back in the bind. The smoke comes above and below, The smoke comes above and below, In both ways we will see the glow. I see the smoke comin' back this way, I see the smoke comin' back this way, Don't be surprised if it's today. The smoke is always in my face, The smoke is always in my face, Where'd it come

I met you in the garden, Next to the fruit tree. You wrote on my skin, Then let me free. Now I'm in ruins. You always caress me forward, You squeeze my mind tight. Music was in my ears, And blast me with light. Now I'm in ruins. I come back to reality, By the sound of the rain. Always alone in an apartment, Feeling constant spiritual pain. Now I'm in ruins. One day I'll break free, From this colorful mesh. I'll find a God fearing woman, Just never trust your flesh. But for now I'm in ruins.

I was walking down the narrow beaten path, When I saw an old man with a rusty badge But he was not like today's young men of wrath. His horse was dead and he was half way there, He looked up into my eyes, And croaked as he stared: I've lived my life, Now I am old and tired. Who will continue my strife, Against the wicked head on, When I'm gone? I set up camp later that night, I lied along the campfire with sore feet. I watched the stars above shine so bright. I dreamt about an old man limping across town, He was putting up posters on each wall, Which warned people what would soon go down: I've lived my life, N

Now it comes down to this, There is no dream to play. These thoughts are now concrete, And they bring me away. Your local tree is ill, It's no longer going to lean on me. I don't like the rotten fruit it springs, I would rather watch it fall. The fork in the road, Turns into one path, The wind blows the dust off my feet, And I'm gone. My dear you will be still, You are so impressionable. Attraction will find you a new host, I'll cry your tears as I walk. It is better this way, I don't fit the mold. This is how events play out, But I know the Lord is in control. The fork in the road, Turns into one path, The wind blows th

As our wrongfully created hopes fade away, As our illusory heroes' motives are revealed, As the lands of nations crumble, As our hollow laws shatter, As our flags' fabric decays, Pray to our only Savior, Our only Truth, The only Way, The only Light, The living God,       Jesus Christ.

Aloofness is my thoughts, When a new stimuli of thought hits my mind. Trying to write it all down. Confusion takes control of my mind, It is time to dwell inside of the radiation of my thoughts: My mind's turmoil. Rain drops falling down on the sidewalk Hitting the brick, Shining the stone as each drop expands on impact Water is flowing, rushing is the noise. The Sun arises, Glistening on the rain's offspring. The drops begin to heat within the sun, Vapor rises into the air, Traveling higher and higher To the almost never ending ceiling of the sky, The vapor begins to combine with the clouds. They are becomin

Do you hear the noises? The static in the back of our minds Two noises fighting for our ears Until the final demise. Beats running through the neurons Connections perplexed and blocked. Electrified conditioning technology Competing against the Holy Trumpet's Call. Magnetic forces rediscovered by the forgotten hero Used by the false elite pyramid of fleshes A power they may never fully understand Stealing the faith chains of the scroll For creating the other noise. The artificial magnetic noise is like a song A song being played by an acronymic harp. Pounding the universal repressive song Of vigorous deviant servit

As the dark and repressive winds blow, I shiver with great conviction. The false attire and representation is true. But I do falter with regret Over the repulsive affairs of man. The serenity of the situation is not what it seems. The bright gleaming lights, blind the eyes of the rest. Even the adamant some. The descriptive seducers make our mouths flow with nothingness. The climax of the matter becomes the hardest to accept. The pain slows down with readiness. He knew. But even in all of these things, my heart melts for the transgressor. The whisper in my ear tells me different than the flesh. Even though life is