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The original I think is by Brandi Carlile.

I love this cover.

https://youtu.be/yrWp6HOUq8k?si=Jn4AM1ALxS4JRoeJ

If I've ever ignored an attempt at compromise. I'm sorry.
If you've come with an olive branch and I've burned it. I apologize.
If you've opened a dialogue with me and I've chosen to be nothing but combative and hostile. I can only hope that I've grown.
If you've ever desired to be understood, and while trying to express yourself I've opted to be offended and explode at you indignantly, for the sake of exploding. Just know, I AM trying to be better.
If you've come peacefully, but with apprehension. And I took away your venue to be heard. I am truly sorry.

Because I know what it is to experience this and with certainty.... never wish that painful confusion on another.

People are strange. and on a good day, hypocritical. What's worth your time? And perhaps, your sleep? Your thoughts?

~Clouds~

What is honor? What is rain?
But some high sustenance that saturates your name?
Does it dry out? Does it remain?
Does it soothe your heated walks? Does it stain?

Does it yield to pride? Is it tame?
Does it adorn your convictions? Does it stay the same?
Does it arguments win you? Does it bide when you abstain?
Does it fill your soul briefly? Does it good company maintain?

Does it puddle? Does it sweat and soak your mane?
Does it douse your fervor? Does it your stance enflame?
Does it cost you anything? In frailty, Is it Abel to your Cain?
Does it splash around beneath you? Does it drip at all, from what you became?

~Willingly~

Come play with me my lunar thing
Come stay with us and with me sing
This night, this peace, this playful sight
Forget thy sorrows forget thy fright
Lo the night protects us, all and one
Defends and shields from what may come

Indeed that darkness be things of dread
The night things truly hold no threat
For we be they, and they are us
Learned safe, should we be presumptuous
Of their will to be hostile
we hold our souls at bay, most volatile.

So passions raise our songs of deep
Benighted rhymings in our sleep
A sleep most wakeful and engorged
in nightful frolics friendships forged
We gather softly with peace in mind
and welcome to this darkness all our kind.

O' Moon... Such brightling creature here
O' You.. come closer. have no fear
We'll sing you our songs of soft bedlight
And soothe you soon within our might
An inescapable strength we lease
from the blood you give us as we feast.

~...Must...~

...Believe in me.
I could let you...

Hate me
Trust me
Forget me
Absolve me

But you...
...believe in me.

Scold me
Ignore me
Threaten me
Belittle me

But you...
...believe in me.

Doubt me
uplift me
Repel me
understand me

But you...
...believe in me.

Teach me
Seek me
Abhor me
Destroy me

But you...
...Believe in me.

Sing to me
Caress me
Speak to me
Stab me

But you...
...Believe in me.

Attack me
Despise me
Adore me
Implore me

But you...
...Believe in me.

You could do all these things...

You could even...

You could save me.
You could lull me.
You could respect me.
You could beg me.

You could love me.

But first I...

A kismet that was set and unchanged for ten years. YEesh. Heh.... Not much reason to change it I suppose.

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R3d
14:42 Dec 14 2024

It is one of the better ones definitely:)

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Pictures. Thoughts. Memories. Photographs.
Feelings. Emotions. Hopes. Promises.
Music. Gifts. Forgiveness. Loathing.
Shattering hearts. Healing bruises.
Gaping wounds. Festering Truthness.
Chaos in coping.
Methodically self sabotaging.

Stepping backwards through time
Running toward that fresh new thing
Not for all the love of minds
while loving trends without the think.

Missing things you don't remember
but remember you hate the things that I did.
A heart is a fragile monster
causing disaster alongside the mourning.
Repel it, a gangster as it extorts
deports
exploits and destroys...
Obliterates passion
and takes with it reason
and empathy, feeling like
what could now matter
since you've now changed your mind.
But who could have changed? I wasn't there.
Why do I care?
Clearly you don't.

Or do you? who knows.
I don't.
I won't.
I can't. Would I?
Time won't.
How could I? Heart stump.
Merciless ravings? I won't.
Mimetic depictions of loving the hating?
I don't.
I jump at conclusions
in hopes of occlusion
within my minds hearting
that guided misloving
that keeps feeding hating.
within that now harrowing
emptiness creeping inside what
was once my land most lovingly
traveled expanse of your minds
Eye...

Now blinded by words
And Deafened by blanks
Monsters draw their swords
at the humans under the bridge, in thanks.
The prideful gratitude of unearthing the hidden
riddled life ridden
to death with lies
beneath lie of what had been but shouldn't
for the lie fell through
and lied again.
Webbing us closer
OH WHERE TO BEGIN

Place us in music?
Condemned never to sing.
Place us poetry?
But its such a frail, sickly thing.
Place us in pages?
Well... As you wish.
Now place us in memory?
Ahh... now that's the coldest dish.

Ice for what was left reeling
in space and naught healing
Wounds did fester
and who did pester
As friends grew haters?
Not true? Then to WHOM shall I cater?
Nothin was sacred enough to nurture.
Sabotaged love was in your nature.
Stolen hearts skipped a beat for sure
And in wisened decrees absence secured.

Fro and to. to and for fucks sake I lost count.
And in seething pain you think you could surmount
Kept returning coldly to that promised place.
Where pain felt was not real if it had no face.
So the smiles were held cheaply,
where emotions ran quite deeply
and forgotten them completely
with a ton of lies so seemly
kept in order so that steep-ly
Mound would not crumble
under pressure met through mumbles....
Whispers...
Secrets...
Wishes...
Declarations... of love.

Oooh. Yea that was pretty horrible. I posted that horrid, unfinished thing and forgot to come back to it.

YOWCH. Yea that right thur is pretty horrific. If I can revisit what I felt or even wanted to convey... I guess it might be salvageable. My goodness.

Pictures. Thoughts. Memories. Photographs.
Feelings. Emotions. Hopes. Promises.
Music. Gifts. Forgiveness. Loathing.
Shattering hearts. Healing bruises.
Gaping wounds. Festering Truthness.
Chaos in coping.
Methodically self sabotaging.

Stepping backwards through time
Running toward that fresh new thing
Not for all the love of minds
while loving trends without the think.

Missing things you don't remember
but remember you hate the things I did.
A heart is a fragile