Will Black

Hey, Thanxxxx!

The Repeat Offenders

Bonjour Friends!

Some doors, once they’re opened...

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. No matter how hard you might try to block them out, a lie is always a lie, no matter how prettily told. 
After a while you learn that kisses aren’t promises, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. 
After a while some things, however, are true,  just as some trust, once it’s been lost, can never be won back, and the days that you got locked in, was the time to decide, because you learn: the day that you stop running, is the day that you arrive. 
And you learn to accept your defeats with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. You learn that you really can endure.  

Congratulations!

Hey Hey, My My

Wooden Heart

We're all born to broken people on their most honest day of living

and since that first breath... We'll need grace that we've never given

I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts

and it's not only when these eyes are closed

these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,

but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather

and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,

stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better

but it won't won't, at least I don't believe it will...

so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,

to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.

don't let these waves wash away your hopes

this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors

pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors

but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board

washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores

so come on and let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief

and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach

come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever

we only have what we remember...

I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it

but we're making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts

we all have the same holes in our hearts...

everything falls apart at the exact same time

that it all comes together perfectly for the next step

but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck

I keep a key under my pillow, it's quiet and it's hidden

and my hopes are weapons that I'm still learning how to use right

but they're heavy and I'm awkward...always running out of fight

so I've carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship

hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks

because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam

lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea

so come on let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief

and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach

come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever

we only have what we remember...

My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water

I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea

if we hold on tight we'll hold each other together

and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep

all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric

shocking each other back to life 

Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected

our bones grown together inside

our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided

our spines grown stronger in time

because are church is made out of shipwrecks

from every hull these rocks have claimed

but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change

so come on yall and let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief

and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach

come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever

we only have what we remember.

Bonjour!

TOMBOY

Thanxxx!

When you drive people into deeper poverty & shoot people dead whilst refusing to provide answers or justice, the people will rise up & express their anger & frustration if you refuse to hear their cries. 

A riot is the language of the unheard.

Thanxxx for for all!

Timboletti

In a bottle

Lamontagne

If you don't stand for something, 

you will fall for anything! 

The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience. 

And before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself.

Bonjour

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