Dear God, I hate religionIt has become apparent to me recently that our society is dictated by religious bigots. Most of our congressmen, namely republican, claim to have experienced some deity, usually one that they claim is beyond reasoning and logic, on a personal level. Religion often claims to be separate from the law; churches don't pay taxes, they get away with molesting children on a regular basis, and Muslim men are allowed to subjugate their women with burkas, beatings and imaginary laws. I would love to see a world without religion...Remember the dark ages?Dear God, I hate religion by forbaboo
We Are ArtistsLook at usWe Are Artists by forbaboo
Taking each other in
Our palms seek for more skin
As I fill you with love
And you breathe it in
Our bodies become one
Intertwined like vines
We breathe as if we can't
Quiet to not disturb
We move in silence
Hushing our breath to a murmur
The brushing of our skin together remains
Without a word
We thrash about
Begging for no end
I lay here with you now
Molding your body with my hands
Taking every moment I can get
To see into you
Passion, the Tale of a Lost BoyWhile it is true that I can seePassion, the Tale of a Lost Boy by forbaboo
My eyes are blinded by the light of love
It once tore through my skull like a dull blade
Now, its serrated edge shatters my bones like a twig
After years of digging I've found
What I really am
I am a man of passion
My works can only be described as such
And as I lay here without you
Dreaming of seeing you again
I know that the love we have made
Was filled with more passion than I can fathom
Oh, the Sounds of WinterI wish I had words to describe this feeling of satisfactionOh, the Sounds of Winter by forbaboo
It leaves me breathless every waking moment it is present in my mind
Can one truly succumb to such a beast?
A monster so often called by the wrong name?
She has seen my weak points
My strong points
Yet there is no exploitation
No lack of remorse
I regret nothing
Simple as ThatI couldn't hear myself breatheSimple as That by JustReese
over all of your static.
your buzzing blurred my thoughts
muffled my shouts
muted my chords.
I looked for an off button
a volume control
a power cord,
but you would not be silenced.
so I had to walk away.
turns out, I can sing
(to the tune of misery and hope)
when my voice is heard.