I edited in the ending to this piece... I would like to say something about it.
You may notice that the flow get's extended after the:
"freezing my face with tears,
bringing it's strange signs"
I used the extension as a catalyst to employ the surge of emotion you feel towards the conclusion of just about anything. It was purposeful, I do realize that some of you will be annoyed by it. Get over it. Oh, and a feather in native american mythology is symbolic for a message. A metaphore I've held close to me for a long time.
eye's open to the world I wake
gotta stake some plots
destiny's are made
fuck waitin on fate
I break my bread with brethren
smoke my first 27
and admire this slice of cursed heaven
it's gettin gray out there
I swear them leaves dance with the wind
a dance never to be seen again
this breeze has been
everywhere I wanna go
around the globe and back
to the front porch of my home
my soul roams towards the blue
in them hills
those rocks stand testament
to the resolution I feel
my revolution is real
see me change with the seasons
one moment I'm here
the very next I'm leavin'
I'm off to fresh starts
once this evening departs
sleepless with anxiety
but dreaming of the embark
the clouds are not silent
they trumpet their triumph
their as unbreakable
as the mountains behind 'em
I've resigned them times of sun
them times are done
gods paints spilt at daybreak
I saw them run
thunderous chords strum
to the tune of change
the sounds resound
throughout the gray of his paint
there's a restraint in the air
that keeps me too close to here
the streets wet with angels tears
let the sky never clear
Let them taste the hopelessness
let them die inside as winter approaches us
maybe then they will notice us
I hold, NO I CLUTCH
this blanket of memory
she may not,
but at least the cold remembers me
its come back every year,
just about the same time
freezing my face with tears,
bringing it's strange signs
they claim I'm losing direction
headed west against the winds discretion
chasing windswept feathers
forever needing the message
should've headed east
as the weather suggested
but you know me, always testin'
the mists confession shows what's been hidden
tomorrows snow is forgiven
for covering the hope that summer has given
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