White rose petals fall, finger tip pin prick red blood flows under her majesty's blue sky And the sound of a collective heart beat penetrates the soul; a country that has never scratched the surface of the ground it walks; the land it stole A country that doesn't know - what it doesn't know and …
Tag: blood
Label Maker
Call it what you will Give it a name Wrapped neatly Round peg in a square hole Label it, categorize, alphabetize Comfort zone is not your own Call it what you will My experience is below the belt Anxiety felt pressure build up Pit of my stomach Elephant sitting on my chest Close my eyes …
Metal And Flesh
You don't have to say anything Choices made set in stone sometimes silence is golden sometimes silence speaks volumes Sit tight in your plastic palace higher than a kite flies up and above all the trash talk Bobble headed shift and shuffle shakers who could care more or less Another gun goes off mind to hand …
Those Beyond The Age Of Service
I can feel the beat of the drum that repetitive mesmerizing all to familiar vibration that pounds deep in the heart blood pumping adrenaline rush of those that can not see beyond their own insecurities - fears egos soar high above with the wing span - symbolic majestic strength of an eagle - hawk mentality …
Trilby Yates 