my pen
i sit in a throne facing an army of doubt
despite my weakness i will not change route
i'll find reasons to cry to cure their drought
lest my fury turns them into my clout
i'll hear their jargon of commonplace things
those trends, those toys, those loose wedding rings
ambiguous hearts, infidelity stings
definitions misplaced, like strength in kings
insults begin where recognition ends
lack of passion dictates and wrongly defends
they scratch the surface dumbfounded and yelp
so quick to fixes and crutches for help
i'd shake their hands but their hands are paws
chimps getting off on ridicule and brawls
blind to perfection and it's purest flaws
whilst pride stands tall and honour falls
so, i'll feel my body and i'll count the scars
in lilac breezes, i'll swim in the stars
distract them with noise, drugs and bright cars
and i'll fill up all my piggy bank jars
their houses are neat but their homes are bleedin'
judgment is intuition, holidays are freedom
making love turns into a chain through breedin'
as teachings are more like legal proceedings
slobbers are kisses and touches are cheap
comfortable fools, you sow what you reap!
stand on your head, claim the hill's too deep
waters are steep so just go back to sleep
perpetuate cycles that could've died
a long time ago but you always replied
your brides turned into the thorn in your side
your spoon was too full and your mouth, too wide
they whine in still boats when they could just row
they need bread but they just stare at the dough
they strut and yet they have nothing to show
except high credit, divine debts in tow
ladders of bodies that reach to the sun
the ones at the top will burn what they've won
anyone near the ground can choose to run
but guns are sticky and easily spun
the armour awarded, the maker ignored
the adored hoard what the poor can't afford
they've seen millions of shields washed up on shore
but they have not beheld the sight of my sword
i sit in a throne facing an army of doubt
despite my weakness i will not change route
i'll find reasons to cry to cure their drought
lest my fury turns them into my clout
i'll hear their jargon of commonplace things
those trends, those toys, those loose wedding rings
ambiguous hearts, infidelity stings
definitions misplaced, like strength in kings
insults begin where recognition ends
lack of passion dictates and wrongly defends
they scratch the surface dumbfounded and yelp
so quick to fixes and crutches for help
i'd shake their hands but their hands are paws
chimps getting off on ridicule and brawls
blind to perfection and it's purest flaws
whilst pride stands tall and honour falls
so, i'll feel my body and i'll count the scars
in lilac breezes, i'll swim in the stars
distract them with noise, drugs and bright cars
and i'll fill up all my piggy bank jars
their houses are neat but their homes are bleedin'
judgment is intuition, holidays are freedom
making love turns into a chain through breedin'
as teachings are more like legal proceedings
slobbers are kisses and touches are cheap
comfortable fools, you sow what you reap!
stand on your head, claim the hill's too deep
waters are steep so just go back to sleep
perpetuate cycles that could've died
a long time ago but you always replied
your brides turned into the thorn in your side
your spoon was too full and your mouth, too wide
they whine in still boats when they could just row
they need bread but they just stare at the dough
they strut and yet they have nothing to show
except high credit, divine debts in tow
ladders of bodies that reach to the sun
the ones at the top will burn what they've won
anyone near the ground can choose to run
but guns are sticky and easily spun
the armour awarded, the maker ignored
the adored hoard what the poor can't afford
they've seen millions of shields washed up on shore
but they have not beheld the sight of my sword
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
