by: Mertle Thank you God, for living. Thank you God, for giving. Thank you God, for my being here. Thank you God, for being my over seer.
by: Mertle Their love was formed by greed, where money had its beginning. Why do their hearts bleed? Are they tired of winning? All that mattered was how much they grabbed, not caring if anyone went broke, or how many backs were stabbed.
What do I do when the music is gone? Where do I go from here? Who's next to stand at the microphone? What do they want me to hear? What do I do when I'm all alone? What will control my fear? What do I do when the music is gone? Where do I go … Continue reading Til the Noise is Gone
by: Mertle In the night, in my dreams, I hear all of God's children and their nightmarish screams. I was dreaming about nightmares, when I had plenty of my own. The world is full of many cares and many seeds are left unsown.
After all was said and done I'm a bastard and a bastard's son I'm just a loser and an ugly waste of air After all, it's time to go I've left us all, for all you know For you and yours, it's them who've never cared But it matters not to me That all I've … Continue reading Bread and Blood and Love
Just like the drugs that you feed to your brain; Even your tolerance grows for the pain. The more that you feel, the more it will take. So I eat it for breakfast whenever I wake. Sometimes it hurts, and sometimes I cry. But the scars will show less as time passes by. Don't get … Continue reading Pain-Eater
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I’ve found myself wondering Like I always seem to do Contemplating complex notions But I’m baffled I’m confused What does it take for me What will it take to see To see the human in you What do I gotta do To get from you To get just a little A little bit of understanding … Continue reading A Rare Case of Understanding
Blue is only a color, whatever Whatever colors our seas and skies But this hue has not been in our spectrum forever Nor has it colored our eyes It must have been dreary outside back then And what a sad set of iris to see What, with no blues, did we sing in our music … Continue reading Before Blue Was a Color