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HeartlandGather upon my directionless spiritHeartland by ~BjornFellhand
the smoke-stacks of the prairies eyes.
Kindling stoked forever to the amber midnight,
rivers run through me, where whiskey fire bellows,
crackling storms rejuvenate my leather skin.
Ventilate the purple skies through my
Veins that twist with the winds.
The Place We LeftTake us back to that place we leftThe Place We Left by ~BjornFellhand
So long ago, amongst
Burnt-autumn skies warmly reflecting
Upon our golden world,
in pools we waded through our
last innocent moments.
Days by the waves of fire-grain,
Whistling through the trembling
Mighty oak's wisdom.
You found yourself there,
What freedom is, but you did not
Care to name it freedom, just love.
The rays of Horus,
Capture my imagination,
Kings that seem good in stories,
Tyrants in life, such is all reality
You left me there, in those dreamscapes,
waiting for me to take your hand.
ConfessionsVerse One:Confessions by ~BjornFellhand
People used to tell me "You're brilliant" all the time,
I would tell em', "Ya, I know, I want to change the world!"
But somewhere along the path I changed my mind
I felt humbled by their compliments,
I guess it was my ego or some form of pompousness,
Back then when I had friends that were more like accomplices,
In our young age so much pain, depression in our consciences,
Before we were unconscious drifting like continents,
We struggled with real shit like it was incontinence,
It may seem ominous that those bridges fell, like I was so stuck in confidence,
My mother raised me well, but I put her through hell,
And I sti
All the Little PiecesI would wasteAll the Little Pieces by ~BjornFellhand
more than words on you.
In the reeds of iron and re-bar,
Pipe symphonies in the heart of
Something that is not alive,
molten hands touch, we are one fire.
I see you, beyond jackals
who contain teeth of
chattering gems,
who sort through you.
All the little pieces
scattered hot on the steel
My eyes are a lost child,
Like orbitals, or flotation devices
Weaving through your ocean,
Callous portent, toughen you
See what you sacrifice,
Blow kisses through your brain tissue
Smile and end it,
What a world, mi amor,
Your little eclipses,
Surround my stars,
A coated mirage on my face,
Cherish your fatalist love songs
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