La Dispute piosenki

i'm reading over your shoulders, it says it in every line, in ever curve and crack. it says it in every detail of your face, unmistakably apparent in this dull light. tracing a separate letter, forming a separate word. twisting together to build the same...

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, Spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; Then on ladders and steps and chairs, With a brush and a pail of whitewash; Till he had dust in his throats and eyes, And splashes of wh...

the lion isn't sacred when not sleeping near the lamb, it is evil when it eats unless it's feeding from the damned, all the children painted diagrams of god upon their hands, hoping somewhere on this shaking earth they could find a place to stand. it's a...

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, Whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor. Nothing is...

Stained-glass and the choir sing out that strong and ceaseless Chorus here. 
So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street. 
On Eastern, a celebration carried on for God and hope and Refuge
To keep each other, life; give shelter from the storm. And...

If I could play back every moment to you now Spent lovesick and swollen on Mornings mincing garlic on the counter by the sink If I could hit the instant replay on only every good day Would any of it catch you by surprise? When you say, "something is miss...

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams you were Stitching up the seams on every broken promise That your body couldn't keep. I think I saw you in my sleep. I thought I heard the door open, oh no, I thought I heard the door open...

Sunday Morning still laid innocent in sheets, barely half asleep. Sunday Morning I was dreaming I was turning from a busy street into a parking lot. Sunday Morning broke and dragged me out of bed, slightly less asleep. Sunday Morning I was warming all...

I promised Colin I’d keep writing, and That’s the only promise I’ve kept, but I have no regrets. Like, Your empty mailbox? It doesn’t bother me. Not at all. And I promised you I’d come visit soon. Guess I should’ve made the trip, but Money’s tight as rope and...

Now speak of anger, forget all the fears you've kept about love and sex and death and faith, erased, or swinging sweet from around her neck and between her breasts. Let every lonely body finally break its fear of flesh and say, "How strange it must've b...

There were shadows in the bedroom Where the light got thrown by the lamp on the nightstand On your mother’s side, after midnight, still You can see it all You can see it all And the closet in the corner On the far back shelf with the keepsakes, she hid...

I felt your sickness brush against my arm as I walked by you - heard your voice but couldn't tell that it was you. And, slowly, watched your sickness slip away into a place that I'd once feared but I was not afraid this time So I gave chase and found it, final...

After sundown, before sleeping, I am the worst of me. I am a mess of these Old themes and the murmur of half-dreams whisper seductively and Stage scenes. It's fear fiction, these visions, caught somewhere between delusion and Prophesy. What I haven't don...

don't call this an art project. this is science, this is progress. and don't pretend these are heartfelt words, we are children dressed as surgeons but disturbed by the sight of our scars. and now we carry scalpels to trace the scarring resting somewhere...

I spoke too soon, it seems, for you made a home in my dreams. While I slept you kept running yourself through my head, Like, "I won't be dead yet." I said, "You don't understand. We had no control. They stole it; love's been so unfair to me." "But see, boy, th...

We will kneel down in the reeds beside the water We will float two paper boats down slowly in The river spiderwebs the map like breaking glass like here might shatter Send us scattering like seeds into the wind From the cattails bursting, slamming on our s...

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In that prin...

oh, you've a pretty mouth, leave your lips to linger on my skin and kiss me one last time i will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter sleeping in the sutures of the city's skin make yourself remember me in cold and concrete. when will you r...

Walked into find you sitting in your kitchen, softly singing, “Someone carry me away.” If there’s always someone leaving. Will we ever stop believing that the winter fits us perfectly? Isn’t someone always coming? Once the summers up and running Won’t you f...

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have cl...