The tree of life
Of burden and strife
Of huband and wife
The fire that burns
To forge the knife
The fire that burn
To create a life
That binds us
The fruit that falls
That starts it all
The tree that shelters us
The branches which encase us
Free to water the beds
To sew the seeds
To grow the trees
To eat the prize
To birth our own to create the hoop
That loop the groups
Thats snare us
The house that jack built by betweenthe2worlds, literature
Literature
The house that jack built
This is the world that man built
This is the body that man made to live in the world that man built
This is the tree that bears the fruit to feed the body that man made to live in a world that man built
This is the water that man must carry to water the tree to bear the fruit to feed the body that man has made to live in a world that man built
This is a house that man has built to shelter the body that lives in the world that man built
This is the builder that built the house that shelters the body that lives in the world that man built
This is the job the man must work to pay for the builder that built the house to shelter the body tha
To the puppeter the producer
The painter of this great illusion
The creator of this chaos this confusion,
The architect of this construct
-Your nature and your pollution,
With many colours in your palette
With many stars of the show
With many fields and skies and lies and discoveries thats still to grow
With many strings to attatch us to not want to go
Im not buying what your selling what youve sold me all along
But dont worry I know to exercise caution on the tiny chance that im wrong,
To practise discretion on a theory so strong,
But am i expected to just play the song
now i know the meaning of the lyrics how can i bare to sing along
Now
Get my tits out should i?
Shake my arse u say
Is that what makes me empowered these days?
I own a mans attention
So i own myself?
Is that really all im worth?
I can pick up a bloke
And drop him
Whenever i like
If not ull call me dike
Thats what makes me strong?
No, thats all wrong
To have a man relish
In my beauty
My sexual prowess
Or how i undress
Arent any of my features that i love the best
Her on the tv
Shes showing young girls how to be
Shes showing the girls look at us how we're so free
Women on top
On top of what?
Another fucking cock?
How is that empowerment?
I dont need u cos I own the part of you that reduces me to merely a thing t
Today is the day its all gunna change
I dunno I can. Just sense the world feels strange
Different in some way
Maybe it's just me
Maybe noone else can. See
Maybe theyre all working towards the desire to be free, but if theyd let go of the desire they can have it for free
Distractions all around no time to just be
To feel but not feel
What's real and not real
To let yourself be hurt and then to Heal
To let yourself be angry and raging
And then feel them fading
To be lonely yet connected
To be estranged but not stranded
To be flying but landed
To be nothing and so small
Yet your part of it all
It hard to explain
But try to remain
Still and conc
Fill my head full of cr**
How many facts can you trap?
How many wives did henry bed?
Who give a s**t they're all dead!
Waste my time
Distract my mind
How many dead blokes can you find?
Kids in school
Locking them away
Waiting to be freed at a later date
Once they've learnt dishoneaty ,distrust
That the world is corrupt and unjust
None of that playing or fun
Live each day like a loaded gun
Learn the ways of an adult embarrassment , competition
And pride
Yea
Till then keep them inside
Just you know
Fill their heads full of cr**
Make it a game
How many cr** facts can you trap?
People make me laugh,
Thinking that they know,
What they know is only half,
Than the person who wrote it before,
And if that person in question read it also,
Then they know even less and they dont know,
The person that wrote it first of all,
Knows more or less than well.. who knows?
At least the first to write was the first to quest,
Than those that read it and claim to know best,
You can learn and recite,
And who knows if its right,
But learning like that doesn't make you bright
I'm feeling well inspired,
Not even tired,
can't sleep Till I've written all that's got me wired,
I'm feeling so creative and happy today,
but by tomorrow that could've gone away,
I'm drawing, writing, making plans moving furniture now,
but by next week that would've dissipated somehow.
I'm feeling loved, excited, full of glory ,
soon enough a different story,
'Carpe diem' seize the day,
Now I get it I know exactly what they're trying to say,
I've started learning Latin Spanish and Arabic in the brief pause you've been away
But then gave up that's my way,
Impulsively planning when on a high,
starting projects I feel like I can do anything
I, I see the world through the eyes of a sympathizer,
An analyzer,
Judging as a criticiser
But WAIT
I'm a participant
I am relevant
I am a drop of this ocean
A crumb of this big loaf
I hold a position
In this mission
To make the world ask the question
Who what why is the magician
Casting the fog over your gaze
Walking up and down the same maze
A different century a different faze
But still pull the same ways
Made to feel irrelevant
Pay the money to the advert
And they'll sort the worries
Walk past the guy on the corner in a sleeping bag
But
Dress as a clown
Run across town
Shave your beard
Shave your head
Pay the fee
Sponsor me
But you wa
The tree of life
Of burden and strife
Of huband and wife
The fire that burns
To forge the knife
The fire that burn
To create a life
That binds us
The fruit that falls
That starts it all
The tree that shelters us
The branches which encase us
Free to water the beds
To sew the seeds
To grow the trees
To eat the prize
To birth our own to create the hoop
That loop the groups
Thats snare us
The house that jack built by betweenthe2worlds, literature
Literature
The house that jack built
This is the world that man built
This is the body that man made to live in the world that man built
This is the tree that bears the fruit to feed the body that man made to live in a world that man built
This is the water that man must carry to water the tree to bear the fruit to feed the body that man has made to live in a world that man built
This is a house that man has built to shelter the body that lives in the world that man built
This is the builder that built the house that shelters the body that lives in the world that man built
This is the job the man must work to pay for the builder that built the house to shelter the body tha
To the puppeter the producer
The painter of this great illusion
The creator of this chaos this confusion,
The architect of this construct
-Your nature and your pollution,
With many colours in your palette
With many stars of the show
With many fields and skies and lies and discoveries thats still to grow
With many strings to attatch us to not want to go
Im not buying what your selling what youve sold me all along
But dont worry I know to exercise caution on the tiny chance that im wrong,
To practise discretion on a theory so strong,
But am i expected to just play the song
now i know the meaning of the lyrics how can i bare to sing along
Now
Get my tits out should i?
Shake my arse u say
Is that what makes me empowered these days?
I own a mans attention
So i own myself?
Is that really all im worth?
I can pick up a bloke
And drop him
Whenever i like
If not ull call me dike
Thats what makes me strong?
No, thats all wrong
To have a man relish
In my beauty
My sexual prowess
Or how i undress
Arent any of my features that i love the best
Her on the tv
Shes showing young girls how to be
Shes showing the girls look at us how we're so free
Women on top
On top of what?
Another fucking cock?
How is that empowerment?
I dont need u cos I own the part of you that reduces me to merely a thing t
Today is the day its all gunna change
I dunno I can. Just sense the world feels strange
Different in some way
Maybe it's just me
Maybe noone else can. See
Maybe theyre all working towards the desire to be free, but if theyd let go of the desire they can have it for free
Distractions all around no time to just be
To feel but not feel
What's real and not real
To let yourself be hurt and then to Heal
To let yourself be angry and raging
And then feel them fading
To be lonely yet connected
To be estranged but not stranded
To be flying but landed
To be nothing and so small
Yet your part of it all
It hard to explain
But try to remain
Still and conc
Fill my head full of cr**
How many facts can you trap?
How many wives did henry bed?
Who give a s**t they're all dead!
Waste my time
Distract my mind
How many dead blokes can you find?
Kids in school
Locking them away
Waiting to be freed at a later date
Once they've learnt dishoneaty ,distrust
That the world is corrupt and unjust
None of that playing or fun
Live each day like a loaded gun
Learn the ways of an adult embarrassment , competition
And pride
Yea
Till then keep them inside
Just you know
Fill their heads full of cr**
Make it a game
How many cr** facts can you trap?
People make me laugh,
Thinking that they know,
What they know is only half,
Than the person who wrote it before,
And if that person in question read it also,
Then they know even less and they dont know,
The person that wrote it first of all,
Knows more or less than well.. who knows?
At least the first to write was the first to quest,
Than those that read it and claim to know best,
You can learn and recite,
And who knows if its right,
But learning like that doesn't make you bright
I'm feeling well inspired,
Not even tired,
can't sleep Till I've written all that's got me wired,
I'm feeling so creative and happy today,
but by tomorrow that could've gone away,
I'm drawing, writing, making plans moving furniture now,
but by next week that would've dissipated somehow.
I'm feeling loved, excited, full of glory ,
soon enough a different story,
'Carpe diem' seize the day,
Now I get it I know exactly what they're trying to say,
I've started learning Latin Spanish and Arabic in the brief pause you've been away
But then gave up that's my way,
Impulsively planning when on a high,
starting projects I feel like I can do anything
What These Eyes See
With these eyes, I look at thee
And see not what others see
Instead I see beneath the mask
To find out what, you need not ask
You need but look into your heart
To find out what you truly are
Your heart is black, far from divine
But shame on me, for so is mine.
My Angel
You are my angel, and even though
Your skin may not be as white as snow
Your wings they are the deepest black
That would put to shame a witchs cat
And instead of a halo, you have horns
The tips of which are sharp as thorns
Youre still my angel, and you should know
Whatever your destination, my soul will go.
Trapped
I feel I
The aching in my belly by creampuffluvr, literature
Literature
The aching in my belly
The aching in my belly
is more than just a pain.
It makes me start to think stuff
it's driving me insane.
I'd like to pry it open
and see what's there inside.
I've always fought the urges.
Oh believe me, how I've tried.
But something's trying to hurt me.
Something's making me ill.
How much time do I have left
until I write down my own will?
I've never felt the urge to fall,
to bleed, to stab, to feel.
But how long will my poor heart last
until it's learned to heal?
So tomorrow will I see the light,
will I gain my sight, will I gain my muse?
Or will I suffer in my own blight
just waiting for the abuse?
A fact
On everyone's life:
We live,
We die.
We smile
and we cry.
With every hello,
there is a goodbye.
With every truth,
there is a lie.
We struggle
and get by.
Wipe our
tears dry.
For every farewell
follows with a "hi."
I feel
Empty.
i cannot heal
From this
Strange pain.
Being hit
By a train
Wouldn't feel as
Bad as this.
They say that
Ignorance is bliss
But where is
That?
I feel
Flat.
I have
Nothing to say.
At least the pain
Has gone away.
For now...