Thursday, April 19, 2012

FAMILIAR, FAMILIAR~

 

 

 

by Soda Soule on Monday, January 23, 2012 at 9:29pm ·
'TIME COULD BE A BURDEN ~N~ I COULD BE A SLAVE TO IT,
~N~ SINCE IT'S ALL IN REVERSE ,
I COULD DWELL,
NOTHING ELSE SOOTHE THE FAMILIAR ,
LIKE THE FAMILIAR ,
NO MATTER HOW DISTANT MY MIND CAN BE FROM THE PRESENT MOMENT FULLED BY THEIR HYPOCRISY,
TINY SEEDS THEY PLANTED ~N~I REAPED WHAT THE HAVE SOWN ,
FULL~ HEARTILY FOR MY MIND'S SAKE,
DENILE~STATE,
I HAVE TAKEN PLEASURE IN THE DISCOMFORT, 
BLISS TO REMAIN DECLINED,
BY WHAT I FOUND WORTHY OF MYSELF GROWTH, 
STUNTED~DOWN, RE~MOVED ~N~CHOKED ,
IF I STAY TO THEIR FAMILIAR PLEASURES~N~ WRONG~DOING OF ME,
I CAN SLIDE BACK DOWN THE THORNY VINE,
INTO THE FIELDS OF THEIR MOKIN~ LAUGHTER,
THEIR INSANITY DIVINE,
I'LL PULL THE THORNS OUT WHEN THE DEMONS ARE AT BAY,
I'LL SMELL THE DEATH OF MY ROSE THAT ONCE WAS BUDDIN RED, 
NOW FADES,I'LL AWAIT HEAVENLY INTERVENTION,
WHEN THE GODS CHOZE TO SHOW COMPASSION ~N~MERCY TO MY BURDENED SOUL,
THAT HAS LONGED FOR ANGELIC~ REPLACEMENT, 
PLEAZE FORGIVE MY UNDOINGS OF MYSELF,
MY THOUGHTS GROW ~n~ BREATHE THE ONLY LIFE I KNOW,
 FAMILIAR, FAMILIAR,
HAS TAKEN ITS TOLL~
(words by Soda Soule Jan. 19 2012~ ART By Travis Louie )

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