In the land of gods and demons
I was an angel a beautiful innocent angel .....but I taste the evil
Living in the garden of evil
Sins and curses are in charge in this life Shining like a beacon of fire You have that medicine that I need That goes straight to the vein of the heart I want more and more until I let my heart beat ... slowly do it gently God and I don’t get along, so now I sing No one will take my soul But send me to a vacation Motel, alcohol, drugs and I’m singing Once again through my veins this is heaven, what I really want It’s innocence lost
Lost innocence In the land of gods and demons I was an angel, looking for fame Life imitates art You have that medicine that I need
Dope, shoot straight to the heart please until my heart stops beating once more once more
Life imitates art,
children imitate parents...
paper or plastic?
It's been said of her, she's heartless in nature
There's nothing that beats inside her chest
But something like that works two fold
Where most don't take the time to know
What could be the reason for this
With so many hurts it's hard to recover
The way love bites it's pain she finds
She's given away so much of it
That there is hardly any left
It's not like her heart she's trying to hide
She doesn't come with a load of questions
Just where's true love and why's it take so long
Hidden out amongst the weeds
Often makes love hard to see
Where you can go and pick your own
No, it's not like she has no heart at all
She's just afraid to give the rest away
As life imitates art through the bitter parts
She'll draw it out with only half a heart
Living come what may from day to day
There is a saying life imitates art
And in this short skit Politics is explicitly part
Allow me to explashiate
The flood gates has opened up mate
Email gate
Section 34 gate
NGC gate
David West gate
Prison gate
Life sport gate
South to North gate
Blindfold gate
And over spending Bills Gate
©Copyright June 2, 2015 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
Her young life imitates art
on a new day, tabula rasa,
when a blank canvas awaits
colors of dreams and life,
shared visions brought forth
for others to see
and ponder
and admire,
once they know
the depth of hues,
shades of life
to be long remembered,
and textures to the touch,
the touch and hugs
to stir life,
the coming together
for newly-found understanding.
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