Lady-Eyebrows

Long Live The King It was a bitter cold day When we took to the streets Rushing in-between the swarm of faces I followed him Dragging me to the rooftops Jumping, he pointed towards the king Indeed it was the king Gracing us with his presence Parading down the streets Wearing one of his better faces When he pasted us, we went after him Dancing along the rooftops Soon he disappeared from the rooftops I began to worry about the wrath of the king His mood was as cold as this day He did not take well to those who left the streets   I heard tales of what he did to their faces Panic overwhelming me, I chased after him My days were spent going

Can I ask you a question? About your younger days When you saw the world And discovered the meaning of life The globe was in the palm of hand Oh, tell me about that time Do you remember that time When living, not dying, became the question? Singing, dancing and living took up your days How small was the world Before you discovered life? Before you and destiny walked hand and hand Can I take your hand? And travel back to that time One with the answer to my question And well wasted days Take me around the world Teach me the meaning of life Why do I live my life? What put it in my hand? Am I just meant to wait till the end of time Or am I su

Let it be known that I am done No longer need I delay the revolt For an uprising was due in time Perceived as lies, the public is bestowed the truth Angry chants and burning torches pave my future ‘Tis the dawn of the republic Chanting for a republic Is all  that can be done The shushed whispers of revolt Grow louder with the passing of time For now, the people are still in the dark to the truth I fear for the undetermined future The children in the street, what is their future? Will they live in harmony with the republic? Will they carry on after I am done? I can see them torn apart during a revolt They will die before their time Y

I watched as he took what was mine Giving her only, in absence of my anguish, words Those words were laced sweetly in love Love that sent my blood from boiling to on fire How dare he defile my precious flower Now, how can I erase him? I see how she views him And how her eyes fail to lock with mine Rumors spread like wildfire, holding no truth in their words Apparently they are in love Their joy is my pain, their ice to my fire What was I to do when he took away my flower? Picking a rose and presenting the flower Was such a small act by him Yet it worked to steal her who was mine She told me that the talk was just aimless words She said they

It would seem as though I am lost To have gone missing amongst the flowers Beautiful, yet when touched they wilt The dead as far as the eye can see Glancing at the petals of the young I wonder alas, when will life begin? When did it all begin? I ask to all I have lost As I gently pull the flowers I allow myself to fall back on them, wishing I could wilt The clear sky is all I may see I want to paint it with the dreams of the young Ah to be young When you have nothing to do but begin You haven’t found yourself, but you haven’t had the time to get lost Like a budding sprout in a garden of flowers There is only hope, no need to w

Standing there amidst the demise The landscape altered by the blaze Ashened air helps mask the city Only yet had the fighting begun The people line the gutter like rats A little girl turned to her mother and said “Mama is the sky falling?” Indeed it seemed as though the sky was falling The very power they held became their demise Thoughts of leadership and progress erupted into a burning blaze These thoughts divided the city Those wise beyond their years knew it was only a matter of time before had begun The men in power were none but filthy rats It only takes one to infiltrate a swarm of rats And send the whole system falling

She found him gazing at the sky While she was trying to catch the stars “Why go for something beyond your reach?” He told her while her hands were in the air Laughing at his perceived thought of her limitations She turned and said “Why not?” How could she not Wish to be placed in the sky To live amongst the stars But if she were to she would be out of his reach   Separated by only the air They would be divided by human limitations He had his fate be decided by his limitations He never had a reason to not To place your fate in the cosmos beyond the sky And with the knowledge that lies with the stars Is safer then pla

In terms of how I feel about life, I guess I would say I am confused Constantly trying to pull the wings of time Yet I manage to succumb to defeat The defeat brings me back to my unfortunate reality They say I could not possibly fail Although who are they to say Yes who are they to say If I should find my way or forever be lost If I should to do so, should it not be on my own time? And yet my own time seems to beat me, always ending in defeat Living in a confused reality Has you wondering “did I fail”? The cost to pay to fail Is one that is hard to say When I fail, I notice immediately what I have lost For others it takes a mat

She said she would never write For she had nothing to say Or rather what would be said was not important Therefore all her thoughts were cast away But what if something was written? I presume it would be a tragedy Author’s live lives of tragedy Hence the reason they write Yet when they told her what to say As well as what was important She pushed them away As not to give them the satisfaction of seeing it written The day it is written Is one to be remembered as a tragedy For if she where to write And if she had her say Would they think she was more important? Would they finally go away? She needs to go away To find what she could hav

In my first life I was strong But I was cautious Despite my success I lost hope The world around me was once beautiful Now it has become barren, a waste It was in that life I created The second one was in which I created I built an empire, one million strong One look from my troops, all would be fearful Even with my glory I still had hope The world I envisioned was beautiful Little did I know that upon my death, it would become a waste I regard my third life as a waste I was foolish for I looked down on those who created My foolishness was apparent everywhere, I thought I was strong If I were to show my true self, I would be fearful No one