I give it all up to the wide blue sky,
the countryside blue sky
that meets the rolling plains.
For three years, I lied, cried, hoped it would subside
But if I'm the creator,
Aren't I all that remains?
I can't believe I wasted so much time.
I was discursive,
I couldn't find my line.
Gave up the goods
because I didn't know what was mine,
But now I find, all this hate's benign.
My heart is hot, I'm defrosting with fire.
Stop talking, your permissions I no longer require.
Got no space to face your rules on my body.
Thought you were up higher,
I ground the lightning on your spire.
This ain't the time for world domination,
We're facing elimination
It's time for sublimation.
Take a step back from all this occupation,
Stop retaliation.
We all need defibrillation.
Fuck the capitol.
Let's march to the sun.
Stop the clock.
A new day has begun.
I give it all up to the bright city night.
To the white noise and light
That breathe on their own.
Sunrise is nigh and I know 'cause we're in it.
It took us a minute
To know the unknown.
It's time for your curtain,
The call is certain, overdue.
The heirs are digging deep, reaping all you have sown.
And though the bushels will burn
A new bread will rise
With the wheat of change we've all grown.
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Lavender and Leather
شِعرComplete: Sixteen short poems if you like interesting words or if you just like to think about love, lust and operating on your exes in a surgery hall. Don't worry - it's just a metaphor. So: Let's disappear together In the universe you're making; I...
