Kingdom Come

CodeRiot

others say the end is near
watching the ticker roll side to side
you're hoping you can keep your faith
while others turn their backs
you don't know what you're waiting for
a kingdom that may never come
you don't know what you're dealing with
a fire that doesn't discriminate

what we need is a good strong bond
to keep us glued together

you never understood her words
until you turned 18 and found out yourself
how painful life can be without someone to love
the lies and deciet
the broken dreams
you're a mirror of her soul
as if she never died
but lived on inside you instead

what we need now is a good strong bond
something no one can ever "break"
what we fear is a death prolonged
by the realization we're nothing but skin
can't you help me out
can't you hear me out when I say these words

today is just a future away

stoneygali

sounds like a song i know called second skin. i am sure you're familiar with it right?

justam

"what we need is a good strong bond
to keep us glued together"

I think there are many types of bonds that can be seen in long partnerships and group efforts...usually they are kept together by mutual love of an idea or a dream.

For example, some people have the shared goal of raising their children the best way they can and the love for the shared child holds them together at their difficult times or it drives them to work through their problems.

Or, if you look at the marriage of the Clintons and see that the glue that seems to hold them together is their political ambitions and mutual dreams as well as a child...then their continued union makes sense. Their marriage obviously isn't driven by the traditional "I love you only and I won't let you down romantically" model.

I think bonds are most powerful when they have more than one type of glue holding them together. Respect, admiration, love and a passion for shared goals that are immensely important to both.

WickedJeremy

Deep inside I feel like the shepherds are going to cover tomorrow
with a dust cloud. What is the color of the robe I am to hope in?
How can I follow the leprechaun to the gold if the rainbow gives no
reflection? Outside you smell shallow, like the sheen of subdued
reflections discovering nowness against a rusty scowl. When is the
volition of the strobe I am to slope from? Could you wallow in
leprosy for the good of the storm clouds living resuscitated? When
we dive into a reason we have justified, understanding becomes
secondary to judgment. It is the image of a face long forgotten that
stains the crown of man. Can a sleeping eagle drown in sunlight if
the sky is too clear for reason? Perhaps. I have to believe in
everything rising between the lines, but old lies keep swirling into
new truths, leaving me bread bloated from leaven's sinful cancer.
It's hard to embrace the mountain's wisdom when the water's salt
draws my feet away from the flavor of the sun. How do crippled
fingers soothe a sickness flipped upside down with inquisition? For
life expires like a fire; like dimly lit wishes left in dirty phone
booths; like conversations flittery through empty space. Patience
takes you only so far. I could hang my fears on a star if stars
weren't myths our doppelgangers had spread about. And I wonder why I
am left here to walk a minefield, questioning each grain of truth my
feet tread down upon. What will be the next implosion of destiny
manifested in dreams better left underneath? Mysteries dispel
themselves while the earth turns into a sideshow act for an audience
blown to smithereens by breezes from a billowing wormhole.


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