CERAMISTA cliff leach
impermeable
& opaque
functional
translucent
vitrified
faience
undervalued
engobe
terra
signposts
burnished
& defined
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll!
Springtime leach's wings speak a lot
Back to rock n' roll
I've been to Mars still never let hopes
In flyin' around the world
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Fistful figurative piece of word
Back to rock n' roll
Riverside fresh, beaches of green
Really melodic peaches of leaves
Dancin' along, ready for any brawl
Back to rock n' roll
Time soon turns over
No more time to do things slower
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Seaside salty, beaches of sand
Really melancholic shrieks of leaves
Singin' all day in a lot of woes,
Back to rock n' roll
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll!
Autumn-time its morbid limbs alone
In silence beg for more
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Fistful figurative piece of word
Back to rock n' roll
(A typical example of poetic Rock Songs' Lyrics)
I feel the darkness of your stare leaching the goodness from my soul with every passing moment. I feel it draining my life force from within. It is unexplainable, I can not put my finger on it but it is there, something from you is leaching the life from me. It is as if your a black hole and I am the sun in which you steal the light from. In your absence I feel a sense
of normalcy again, as if life has poured itself back into me. It has occurred to me that our souls have never been compatible or even on the same plane. I long for a greater existence in which you are the road block.
The wretched, green
the wretched green
Cathedral of the leaches;
the leaves decay,
the minions pray,
and Dieties give speeches.
They pay their dues
and bleed for news
thruthful words for bamboo pews,
while those with means
swap reds for greens
and do not own the reds they use.
The wretched green,
the wretched, green,
the wretched green.
Who am I
Do you know yourself
We tend to want to try
When there’s nothing else
Who is God
Where is he now
The Earth and his rod
For whom do you bow
What is pain
From where does it come
And what becomes of the stain
That can never be undone
Is there mercy
Beyond our reach
The longing to become free
From the bleeding of our inner leach
Depression looms,
like a dark cloud,
following me about,
preventing the sun from shining.
It invades my waking thoughts,
it invades my living,
it's like a leach,
sucking the life out of me.
How do I shake the darkness,
and part the clouds forever,
allowing nothing but sunshine,
to loom above?
This giant leach,
needs a jolt,
to remove it permanently,
so that the happy days,
will always outshine the cloudy days.
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