overpaint

now goodbyes are the hardest when you don't have a tardis but know that i'm not heartless just had trouble getting started you don't fight for nothing you fight for something and i lost mine if i ever had it spent too much time as the rabbit

you've defined your palette so bring alive your talent be brave and co-create and don't be afraid to overpaint

i'm saying past vision of the schism art isn't only for the living so take a step then take the next fosake the trends and break a leg

it's fine if you can't face it labelless and in this world you'll find plenty of enablers but if you decide to walk into the unknown even there is those who'll say you've come home

seems more often than not now i get up so i can be knocked down but i guess if heaven needs a gate it takes more than just faith to maintain and stay standing so i take pains to lay planning

each word consumed in the fire of your mind as the present becomes the past at the speed of light and anticipation of the next is ever heightened is in its journey from page to flesh to spirit threatening to engulf the fabric that dresses your very soul and leave you naked before god

when you can't fight or figure your way what's life but digging your grave with eyes wide but living in pain you think why try sing in the rain

there are words to crucify and words to ressurect there are words to stupefy and words of respect

I got broken Shattered if you will Violated and lost Striped of innocence I thought nothing could help I was left all alone Then I found love But it kept letting me down I tried over and over again But I fell deeper and deeper And pretty soon Depression kicked in After that I drew  I wrote poems I sung music And listened too Then I met someone else She took my heart I keep waiting To fall again But now I realize You've gotta have  more then one crutch Or you're just going to keep falling

                                   The King Of Pain                                          A Poem                                       By Gedalya My portrait hangs in the halls of shame, My soul jaded by fortune and fame. Woe, yes! for even though I am king, There’s no one to give my diamond ring. I am the incarnation of hubris Not a single person for me to share, My wealth or my love, not even an heir. This crown, this scepter and this dismal throne, I would give it all, to not be alone. But I am the lord and slave of snafu Grey-haired, lined-faced, reflections of Cain. Oh, what sweetest joy is my most dire pain! I am a pris