there once was a child who wanted the apple at the top of the tree, he said to himself.. when i get older i can get that apple... ill wait and see
he got older and still couldnt reach it and said to himself i will wait... and someday ill have that apple in the tree.
years progressed and the child kept growing.. soon he was a man and he looked upon the tree and no longer did he want the apple the need was gone to reach the top of the tree.
he looked on as if a child full of life imagining how he would have jumped and climbed and fought the branches of that tree... got to the top and grabbed the apple of the tree.
and tho he smiled in silent regret he thought to himself... if only i had the guts.. to climb that tree.
- Damian Wilde
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Emotional Nomenclature
I know not love crimes
for i havent a heart
taken away, to dearly depart
The monster rising
this fearless creature
the essence of loss
emotional nomenclature
the tasteless bud
of romantic bite
is that all you came for
to claim this night
the monster rising
this fearless creature
the essence of loss
emotional nomenclature
empires of sand
the swords in my chest
battles in forgotten land
but who was the best
the monster rising
this fearless creature
the essence of loss
emotional nomenclature
we can give it a name but no one knows
the shivers down my spine
when pierced by your bows
and arrows.
- Damian Wilde
for i havent a heart
taken away, to dearly depart
The monster rising
this fearless creature
the essence of loss
emotional nomenclature
the tasteless bud
of romantic bite
is that all you came for
to claim this night
the monster rising
this fearless creature
the essence of loss
emotional nomenclature
empires of sand
the swords in my chest
battles in forgotten land
but who was the best
the monster rising
this fearless creature
the essence of loss
emotional nomenclature
we can give it a name but no one knows
the shivers down my spine
when pierced by your bows
and arrows.
- Damian Wilde
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