Ghost Legend

You can make it
We all can make it
It's in the seconds,
The minutes,
...

Sometimes, it's better not to speak
Than to be judged for your words.
Excuse me for not believing in fairies,
I was raised by this dirt
...

Up on this mountain,
A clear fountain
Distills water.
...

Tribes chanted of the heavens
Kings called out to themselves
Governments learned their lessons
Religion rules us all
...

Did I ever rant about my Lucky Bamboo plant?
Lucky, of course, because it needs no land.
The world is scant, although a sycophant,
And this beauty needs not a hand.
...

...

These wheels spin
To stares engulfing grins.
No one wants this thing;
The blatant rush drives patience thin.
...

Our windows to the outside world
See all there is to be—
How many a man and woman fold
Their souls into inhumanity.
...

I don't want to sleep
Without you
But I can hardly keep you
Around
...

What I'd do for another whisper from that voice,
Pleading, bleeding, calling out for my choice.
Say' it'd been the wrong waist—a waste
Within horses of troy, chasing a pace
...

Sometimes, I feel like a toy.
No, not a real boy.
Joy comes through me
Until I'm broken.
...

You and I are never going to be the same.
People, like the seasons, change.
Could it be that treason's fame
Is through collective, not individual, gain?
...

I want to be free,
Lost in a sea of beauty,
Fleeing life's tragedy.
...

Weathered wings doing wretched things
On my life, wringing everything.
I hear him breathe, as a disease,
Slowly consuming.
...

All I wanted was to be loved.
I thought I saw it through innocent touch,
But it ended up with innocence lost.
Now, I find myself searching out of lust.
...

Is it best to leave words unsaid?
Would that be the correct movement?
Is it the most soothing path to take
When an unruly heart breaks?
...

Never known what passion is,
But I've always attempted to find out.
It's stayed an invisible luxury,
Never relenting in being roundabout.
...

Who would believe that a leaf holds such power
As to influence the quality of one's daily hours?
So repugnant is the nature of what we admire
That it determines the fate of all held truly ours.
...

There's a mirror only clearly seen
When near and speaking admirably,
But, behind this, there's another far away—
When blinded, it distorts your face.
...

Flesh in chains—
Are you kidding me?
Is this a game?
It has to be.
...