leajen

i choose and am chosen; i am heard while i listen i learn and instruct, i fail yet pass all this and nothing is within my grasp they want me so far, but let me so near to me are they cruel, or do me they fear i let it rain, i brightly shine i am watered down grape juice, and the strongest of wine i watch and ignore, i speak and keep silent peace is my friend, yet too often i\'m violent i\'ll keep hoping forever, and always give up i am servent and master, both pitcher and cup i know many people, their houses my home but yet to this day, i am alone i show i\'m alive, but inside i die truth is the best, but it\'s so easy to lie

two different drums two different beats one of the spirit one of the meat  rythms most contageous two different scores two different kinds one of the mouth one of the mind  rythms most contageous two different voices two different songs one of the right one of them wrong  rythms most contageous   my vision gone, my focus wrong it\'s been this way for ages   my passion cold and growing mold peering from within it\'s cages   my mind and heart take such small parts groping through dark mazes   my spirit burns, my soul it yearns the flesh throughout me rages   as i fight with all my might this rythm most

The elaborate whispers of the fresh evening breeze speak with a frantic tongue as the words of delirium saturate my soul filling my flesh with the rawest of desire until i am overcome with the thoughts of a far of place where you and i can drink full of the passion that so entangles us under the dark light of the moon and all her shimmering companions.  Away and alone would we meet on a stone in the middle of the sea around which the Tempest does rage with such furry that no single person dares glance at the heavens which flash with the hatred of all living things.  As the mighty typhoon does surround and consume us we pay it no heed for