Post by larsenmcallirhoe on Jul 27, 2012 8:29:39 GMT -5
like velvet like water
if i saw your face in the mirror
would blood be splattered abroad on it?
all just the same crimson red
bleeds from my heart
and falls from my eyes
like colorful butteflies
fluttering their wings
arrayed in the springtime.
if the sky showed you a rainbow
out of the blue
minus the color of the faery goddess
would you still want my pot of gold?
or would you dig your nails
into the veins of my tongue
so my words could not be spoken
on a cold night
i sit by the campfire
no one notices that the goddess sophia'
has touched my soul
the remorse i have
at an unrelenting god
yeshua the annoited one
speaks of the heavenly queen
yet my eyes still focus
only on her dressed in silk virtue
the virgin mary
raped by an old roman soldier
i know through this deed
my lineage is born
like the symbol of the cross
does anyone really care
as fire reigns from the shining stars above
an old book controls the regilious bigots
even the zealots bring their swords
while the young handmaiden virgins
burn the embryol of my yearning soul
i crave the warmth of the holy mother
oh sophia i cry out to you
i slight my wrists because my elizabeth
is far from my life
the vision i had of her
dressed in sackclothe
does she still love me the same?
does crimson run like water
as the sky turns velvet
from the colorful rainbow above
tonight i dream of making love
only my left hand is the witness
of this only witness named
fornication unlawful carnal knowledge
who made this word
the synapsis of love
the fortitude that it is.
the bloody vesture
the begotten son of god
doesn't heal me
i am left with a broken heart
as i lay crying in bed
weeping away as my tears fall
from the nighttime heavenly sky
yellow roses and blue flowers
all the callirhoes bud on the ground.
my tears fill the reservoir of life
you stabbed my heart
with your razor eyebrows
the baby born at one month
my heart still bleeds all the same.
just another day at the office
another dollar earned
the old cliche'
a penny saved, is a penny earned
and still i am shunned
like velvet like water
until tomorrow comes undone
my bloody corpse rots away
my carcature lays buried six foot deep
and does god give a damn
i think not
as the holy ghost sophia
weeps uncontrolably
I die alone,
no one there
because they have murdered my angels
and buried them in a faraway land
the sun set last night
and did not rise today.
all that remains is
a full reservoir of my crimson tears.
the water has turned purple
and all my beloved says
is like velvet like water
words woven like magic
majestically around my beloveds throat
today we met in heaven
but it was only an illusion
of the dream and vision
that will come to pass in another time
in another life
my words haunt those around
who witness my quick demise
echoing in my dark grave
are these simple words
like velvet like water
if i saw your face in the mirror
would blood be splattered abroad on it?
all just the same crimson red
bleeds from my heart
and falls from my eyes
like colorful butteflies
fluttering their wings
arrayed in the springtime.
if the sky showed you a rainbow
out of the blue
minus the color of the faery goddess
would you still want my pot of gold?
or would you dig your nails
into the veins of my tongue
so my words could not be spoken
on a cold night
i sit by the campfire
no one notices that the goddess sophia'
has touched my soul
the remorse i have
at an unrelenting god
yeshua the annoited one
speaks of the heavenly queen
yet my eyes still focus
only on her dressed in silk virtue
the virgin mary
raped by an old roman soldier
i know through this deed
my lineage is born
like the symbol of the cross
does anyone really care
as fire reigns from the shining stars above
an old book controls the regilious bigots
even the zealots bring their swords
while the young handmaiden virgins
burn the embryol of my yearning soul
i crave the warmth of the holy mother
oh sophia i cry out to you
i slight my wrists because my elizabeth
is far from my life
the vision i had of her
dressed in sackclothe
does she still love me the same?
does crimson run like water
as the sky turns velvet
from the colorful rainbow above
tonight i dream of making love
only my left hand is the witness
of this only witness named
fornication unlawful carnal knowledge
who made this word
the synapsis of love
the fortitude that it is.
the bloody vesture
the begotten son of god
doesn't heal me
i am left with a broken heart
as i lay crying in bed
weeping away as my tears fall
from the nighttime heavenly sky
yellow roses and blue flowers
all the callirhoes bud on the ground.
my tears fill the reservoir of life
you stabbed my heart
with your razor eyebrows
the baby born at one month
my heart still bleeds all the same.
just another day at the office
another dollar earned
the old cliche'
a penny saved, is a penny earned
and still i am shunned
like velvet like water
until tomorrow comes undone
my bloody corpse rots away
my carcature lays buried six foot deep
and does god give a damn
i think not
as the holy ghost sophia
weeps uncontrolably
I die alone,
no one there
because they have murdered my angels
and buried them in a faraway land
the sun set last night
and did not rise today.
all that remains is
a full reservoir of my crimson tears.
the water has turned purple
and all my beloved says
is like velvet like water
words woven like magic
majestically around my beloveds throat
today we met in heaven
but it was only an illusion
of the dream and vision
that will come to pass in another time
in another life
my words haunt those around
who witness my quick demise
echoing in my dark grave
are these simple words
like velvet like water