what was lost

what was lost was found in

the heart of human desire

i heard you there your soul

transpiring that you may reach

new heights new places where

ashes release reveal new colors

of the phoenix bird until the

hunter his family hungry the

and the one who does not read

but left the school in horror

and the laborer who could not

see that they were taking

his earnings and setting him

up against others so that he

may easily hate and get miscued

the devious truth well the

phoenix bird was shot

and her palette of new colors

burnt in the flame for hunger

the laborer who could not read

was no longer astonished at

the brick road of his fate

he took the colorless wing

the burnt crisp skin he ate

what was lost was distended the

morrow of their fate flows

like a white blood with

nothing in it what else you need

a cold shower what else you

need a cold shower a few video

games some empty bible books

should be enough to keep me

insane what else you need a

lost hour emerges on the hearth

it was where i had you it was

the day of human mirth

 

what have you but to

build again the emptiness of

our hands should emerge with

some bricks in them and a violent

discourse against evil wait one

minute don't waste your idiot

features on moral things it's

the gold of your own heart that

sets the limit remove the

price from it so

 

priceless vengeance slaps down

all you don't need until you

find her in it little virgin

woman sitting outside but like

that's no more the picture

now is it the land is filled with

single mas and they have

their hearts in it free and

independent from the scorns of

man i knew your soul was in it

somewhere on the funeral pyre

where you were left alone is

there something more your heart

could desire but a girlfriend

and a place where you and her

can have a home yes that's

all i want please forget the

cold shower and then i will take

a book of two to study in my

spare hours so that we may

write the story on our own power

 

of how she read the words in

me of love and the games we

played that were outstanding

 

imagine the

terrors of the sea the sparkles

of many ways coming through and

I find her with love it it

 

you talk of sparkles of ways

no i talk of lasting days

that have the brightness in them

as we made child and i stayed with

her and i held her and i loved

her the tale of the novel we made

the book left on mantel above

the fireplace let there be no

dishevelment love is our only

fate but of course

 

but of course there will be fights

and things like natural disasters that

God allowed in where we had to

stay on rooftops a few hours and

some made dead their bodies

floating away how could you not

survive this human pain of love

when all you have are your hands

and her heart

 

i'm not sure i understand

i'm not sure i understand

 

 

do i go it alone or do i

follow some plan of finding love

again