Black Coal in the Giant"s Hand and Our Lady on Ice
I once said, "How long, Lord Before you restore the wind?" It'll come it'll come it'll come I knew.
The black coal's dust consumed My lungs, a dark smoke, my throat A chimney; I could not squeeze Coal into that glass held to eye Causes young men to bend the knee Women to thankfully cry, "No, my words will never speak fire," I thought, "I'll never squeeze The coals of time.
Do it God's Way; it'll come, it'll come;" The bellows, I thought, no longer Young enough to feed my lungs; Now my passion consumes paper And Goliath's fingers crush The coal; I am crushing With the might of Goliath's fingers; No longer is the passion wasted On the ignorant, uncaring dead.
No longer does my voice cry out To a cold empty room On a cold white sheeted mattress.
The power is too tempting "Why play the victim now?" I question God, it's a more liberal View.
I haven't had this view Before; I squeeze diamonds From the black lung, twist The dust between my fingers Toss it to the wind, to sparkle, Draw man.
"No longer will I be victim to their sin.
Now I am Goliath;" but as I wax in my New skin, David hurls the rock From its sling.
Our Lady embedded in Ice There men saw her as a sprite Reflected in her cage of white Men chased her form of watery light In dreams that came hard in the night Her body lucid, long and lean A cold corpse, frozen to the earth Blue hair, bent arm, frozen knee The sun took pity, broke the back Of the ice block, set her free So through high mountains, Cliffs and rocks she trickled In a gathering stream, in rivulets Of tears, mouth open Her bosom's skin slipped over ice Pain built up the rage within And sorrow brought it to the light.
Green - the color of fast and deep White - the foam that came in waves Along the long and joyous vein She spreads her long body Knee bent, her heavy breasts pinned Blasted, rippled by the wind She's touched only by old earth's hand Its gravity like a naked man Basking in her pools Her face and belly ghosting him, a mirror.
Watch her through the thickening trees Her body sliding toward the sea A torturous rape, a rapid ride For all who've hung upon her side Hearts pound, as she shrieks and sighs With each down stroke a demon dies Within the man who's held the pain Endured her crushing fingers round Who's felt the pound of her breasts soft Been beaten by her to the blood And wants for centuries her cold flood.
The black coal's dust consumed My lungs, a dark smoke, my throat A chimney; I could not squeeze Coal into that glass held to eye Causes young men to bend the knee Women to thankfully cry, "No, my words will never speak fire," I thought, "I'll never squeeze The coals of time.
Do it God's Way; it'll come, it'll come;" The bellows, I thought, no longer Young enough to feed my lungs; Now my passion consumes paper And Goliath's fingers crush The coal; I am crushing With the might of Goliath's fingers; No longer is the passion wasted On the ignorant, uncaring dead.
No longer does my voice cry out To a cold empty room On a cold white sheeted mattress.
The power is too tempting "Why play the victim now?" I question God, it's a more liberal View.
I haven't had this view Before; I squeeze diamonds From the black lung, twist The dust between my fingers Toss it to the wind, to sparkle, Draw man.
"No longer will I be victim to their sin.
Now I am Goliath;" but as I wax in my New skin, David hurls the rock From its sling.
Our Lady embedded in Ice There men saw her as a sprite Reflected in her cage of white Men chased her form of watery light In dreams that came hard in the night Her body lucid, long and lean A cold corpse, frozen to the earth Blue hair, bent arm, frozen knee The sun took pity, broke the back Of the ice block, set her free So through high mountains, Cliffs and rocks she trickled In a gathering stream, in rivulets Of tears, mouth open Her bosom's skin slipped over ice Pain built up the rage within And sorrow brought it to the light.
Green - the color of fast and deep White - the foam that came in waves Along the long and joyous vein She spreads her long body Knee bent, her heavy breasts pinned Blasted, rippled by the wind She's touched only by old earth's hand Its gravity like a naked man Basking in her pools Her face and belly ghosting him, a mirror.
Watch her through the thickening trees Her body sliding toward the sea A torturous rape, a rapid ride For all who've hung upon her side Hearts pound, as she shrieks and sighs With each down stroke a demon dies Within the man who's held the pain Endured her crushing fingers round Who's felt the pound of her breasts soft Been beaten by her to the blood And wants for centuries her cold flood.
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