so much I wanna say to my old man, but just can't send to him, after I've written it...
yet I feel it all so much the whole time...
here's to dumping more of that shit, since I write it and yet don't even put it out there, anyways, and can just cut and paste it *yay blog friggin post for once again*
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And you have not even the reprieve, the relief, the release- of my progress- to hold your head up through the storm of my wintry heart's iceage.
'Death would freeze my buried soul/ What makes me happy, makes me cold...' '...fill my dreams with flakes of snow/ soon I'll feel the chilling glow' '...lying, snowblind, in the sun/ will my iceage ever come..?'
-Vol 4, Snowblind
No wonder death wants me so badly; what an investment in potential, positive momentum... the pendulum's rebound from that wind-back would swing...
like a bat out of hell...
'He finds his heaven/ spewing from the mouth of hell'
'In empty burning, hell's unholy one/ but he's returned to prove them wrong... so wrong'
-Ozzy, Bark at the Moon
'I've been the king of skitzophrenia- the best of the earth/ I forged my soul in the fires of hell// peace of mind's eluding me, but now it's alright/ I simply try though it wants me to fail'
I think I can do better than Iommi/Geezer on that last pull from Sabotage's Megalomania- go figure Ozzy, senseless-seeming to those brooding intellectual giants ever-lurking in the background on stage, well Ozzy was actually cresting their waves so good he had a hard time keeping them up to speed... explained himself pretty thick in solo years huh...
~~
yet I feel it all so much the whole time...
here's to dumping more of that shit, since I write it and yet don't even put it out there, anyways, and can just cut and paste it *yay blog friggin post for once again*
~~
And you have not even the reprieve, the relief, the release- of my progress- to hold your head up through the storm of my wintry heart's iceage.
'Death would freeze my buried soul/ What makes me happy, makes me cold...' '...fill my dreams with flakes of snow/ soon I'll feel the chilling glow' '...lying, snowblind, in the sun/ will my iceage ever come..?'
-Vol 4, Snowblind
No wonder death wants me so badly; what an investment in potential, positive momentum... the pendulum's rebound from that wind-back would swing...
like a bat out of hell...
'He finds his heaven/ spewing from the mouth of hell'
'In empty burning, hell's unholy one/ but he's returned to prove them wrong... so wrong'
-Ozzy, Bark at the Moon
'I've been the king of skitzophrenia- the best of the earth/ I forged my soul in the fires of hell// peace of mind's eluding me, but now it's alright/ I simply try though it wants me to fail'
I think I can do better than Iommi/Geezer on that last pull from Sabotage's Megalomania- go figure Ozzy, senseless-seeming to those brooding intellectual giants ever-lurking in the background on stage, well Ozzy was actually cresting their waves so good he had a hard time keeping them up to speed... explained himself pretty thick in solo years huh...
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