There’s no hell like the one in my head
It’s the one that I physically dread
Some things are better left unsaid
And forever trapped in my messed-up head
Shadows whisper secrets that I fear
Echoes of pain that no one else can even hear
Caught in a mental maze with no way out
A silent scream, a desperate shout
Memories linger haunting my nights
Turning my dreams into endless frights
A storm within that never subsides
In this deep abyss, my sanity hides
Eyes wide open, yet blind to the light
Lost in the void consumed by the night
Some things are better left unsaid
And forever trapped in my messed-up head
Today slipped away from me
Who knows if I’ll ever get that back
Not like I needed the hours anyways
for my mental capabilities
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
The day I understand what’s in my head
is what I’m living for
Patience never hurt anyone
Patience never hurt anyone
until I realized that the call would never come
But patience never hurt anyone
When’s the part where I get to storm out and say
“look who’s still breathing
and giving God a reason to live another day!”
But then I think
some things are better left unsaid
Patience never hurt anyone
Patience never hurt anyone
until I realized that the call would never come
Today slipped away from me
and who knows if I’ll ever get that back
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
The day I understand what’s in my head
is the day I’m living for
If only the love stayed
Love of devotion and grit
Why didn't the Love stay,
The Love I see best fit
You were here until you weren't
Pushed through with all your might
You stayed until you couldn't
Maybe you were right
I ask for a lot, but I give so little
I understand you leaving
Maybe I'm just too brittle
I wanted you here, in my arms and my head
I wish I could tell you, but some things are better left unsaid
If only the love stayed
We would be true and free
If only the love stayed
The unlawful love of you and me
Whatever goes on in their own mind,
Is what folks believe about you.
Whether it's fact or whether it's not,
They believe their own thoughts to be true;
And they'll spread those thoughts to others,
As though it's the gospel truth;
How you said this and you did that,
And how you've mis-spent your youth.
You can deny it all you like,
Try hard to set them straight;
But you can explain till you're blue in the face,
Just giving them time seals your fate.
Be carefull about the things you say,
For words can be bent and twisted,
Until you don't recognize them at all,
In the hands of the truly gifted.
Be careful about who you talk to,
And how you express yourself.
Some things are better left unsaid,
Bitter pills best left on the shelf.
See no evil with your eyes.
Hear no evil words.
Speak no evil from your lips;
For gossip is for the birds.
Frozen In Time - Grave Etchings On Their Faces - Nearly Fossilized Engravings
When words are hard to find
When gravity gets in the way
Never call them wrinkles in mixed company
Lines form deep canyons over time in secret
History becomes the past as you grow older
Some words are hard to swallow
Some things are better left unsaid
Old men come from the past
Flow down the river with it into yesterday
Some things are better left unsaid
In ancient circles it is tradition
But circles under the eyes
Heads hung lower than the human race
Speak volumes
Say everything worth mentioning
Feet never touch the ground when telling stories
Loftier heights must be reached if only in futility
Worn out by time with sunken eyes cried out
Nearly fossilized, grave etchings on their faces
Dark and sinuous in their hidden messaging
Their feet never reach the ground as men remembered
At least not until tomorrow should they wake again
How can that be with all that weight of history
Heads hung lower than the human race
Time is never on your side when speaking of the past
With grave thoughts and gravity etched on their faces
© Ben Burton 5/30/2016
"Paw-paw," the young man asked, "how come you never talk about the war
The one Dad told me you fought in, in 1964?"
The gray-haired man replied, through dejection in his eyes
"Some things are better left unsaid, except of those who bled and died
Which war it was should bear no weight, they died fighting for us
My battle scars all lie within, too hurtful to discuss
For many who lost mind and limb were mocked, spit at, and cursed
And made to feel like aliens in this land of their birth
No time before had soldiers fought and come back home to ridicule
Those boys fought just as hard and true as did GIs in World War II
That's why you never hear me speak about those days, my dear grandson
What should have been our glory days were spent in Viet Nam
I might not speak, but I do pray...for every single one"
Anne
Catherine
Emeric
Now I don't say she lied in the course of her book Dolores passion
I wasn't there. She saw what she saw and vice versa.
I'm saying Mel Gibson was errant to base his movie on ANYTHIN OTHRT THAN THE
HOLY BIBLE
this occult hides hole shenanigans of Anne Catherine
emerich
Mel, it's too late now
But some things are better left unsaid
Smiles, happiness and laughter
on the outside it is so fake
behind closed doors all a fight
just one enormus mistake
did they really think this through
for Dad, Mom and me
because I think its quite selfish
to end our family
my opinion never really mattered
children were to be seen but not heard
and the adults had all the power
stomping about with their speech slurred
with the strong stench of alcohol
spit across the room as they scream
this isnt my idea of fun anymore
its only a lost canadian dream
as I went to sleep each night
with thoughts of confusion in my head
just knowing the innocent does not talk
because some things are better left unsaid.
Every life tells a story.
An open book of love, joy and mourning,
wind, rain and storming.
Search for the truth,
sweeter than the passion fruit.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Silence instead.
One less broken heart for me my friend.
Gone, gone away from me,
like the autumn leaves that fall from the tree.
So free, so free.
Time will find a way to numb all pain.
Don't call my name.
The red rose you gave me wilted in the rain
What a fragile song of misery,
this life that told a story.
I am tired of the luminous glow that fades.
The brilliance in my life that you erased.
Run, run away.
Far away.
Like the eagles fly, one less lie, one less lie.
Yeah! Every life tells a story,
like an open book of morning glory.
One less broken heart for me.
Gone, gone away from me.
So many fish in the sea.
Big fish in the sea.
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