A Broken SoulA Broken SoulOne more broken soulLaying shattered on the floorInside cut by cruel words.Outside cut by the sweet blade.A dream of a save worldIn which can save me.Reality hits me now and thenBecause you can’t.You would have to searchFor every piece of my broken soul.I can’t make you do thatAll those shards could cut youBut we can’t both bleed.What shall I do?Wait until you can save me?Save me and my soul?I had that I can only deny this love to youBecause this love destroyed meYou broke me, you are the only one who can fix me.
If I were your GodIf I were your God, I would make it rainVodka, so you’d be so drunk off lifeThat you’ll begin to realize that the onlyWay to be saved is to save yourself.I would switch Bible and Qurans,Qurans and Torahs, So when youOpen them up in your hotel rooms,You’ll realize words in a different languageCan be just as beautiful. I wouldGive you broken wings. You’ll neverBe able to fly with them, but you’d start to seeThat your purpose isn’t to fly in the sky,You’re place is here, it’s now.
A Call to the HeartbrokenA Call to the HeartbrokenThis is for those who have been heartbroken,Who cry over a love once lost, and the outspoken.Stand back up and dry your tears.Clean yourself up and lose your fears.The past is gone...it's gone forever.There is absolutely nothing that can severThe ties between past and where we are,So perk up; Look ahead....and far!It was not the end, just a beginning.You haven't lost, your on the path to winning.You must grasp it and squeeze your hands,leave your cell and travel to far off lands.I know it hurts and pains you so,But after all this you should know.It's NOTHING compared to what you will feel.The blood can be cleaned, don't let it congeal.You think you will never find love again.That's no way to think, It's the greatest sin.I hope you know how the weight would be so much lighter,When you find the one person in the world who makes it brighter.And when you look in the mirror and see your smiling face.Wake up, little bird, you come from behind to
What Else Is There To Say?What would you sayIf I told you "I love you"?As the words dangle aroundAnd dance between usI am looking at youNoticing your eyes gazing at meAll I want, is to know what's going onIn that mind of yoursI'm tired of being aloneAren't you too?This world we live in, is falling apartAnd I just want to be with youWhen it crumblesI see you reading thisWhat's the waitAn answer is all I desireIt's all I have ever wantedButThis is all an "if"How would I even gain the strengthTo converse with someone like youI don't want to be lonesomeBut the iron maiden of cowardliness could be my demiseClose in on this soul and pierce it with guilt and regretIt's a double edged swordTo say I love youConquering the demons holding me back from showing you my adorationThen watch as judgement day arrives from your mouthI wonder if I could ever say these three simple words to your faceOr die
Collection: Blue CollarArchiveBlue Collar:icontechgnotic: techgnotic:iconatleberg: atlebergSeriously…TwitterFacebookGoogle+What does it mean to be “blue collar?”It means that what you sell for a living is your labor and whatever special knowledge and skills you have accumulated facilitate your ability to do a particular job and do it well. It means achieving raises and benefits to help you survive your retirement years.Blue collar means stock market speculation and silver-tongued salesmanship have no place in your life. It means depending upon mostly you