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.
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