Freezing, Falling, Building, Melting, Thawing, Growing, Glowing,
Stalling
Saturated, I'd rather be weightless
Survey the landscape,
accurately painted
Symbol of my captivation
Seeking, Struggling, Stagnant
Stuck within familiarity,
the ground that numbs my
functioning
Hibernation, slumber parties,
and comforting tar pits
Starving desirers,
hunger sinks in their dark depths
Under winter clouds, in the marshes,
the sun is something you part with
Even the silver lining is tarnished,
still surviving
Mud fleshing, stock peddling,
song peddling,
broke rock exiting
We'll call it off, Martin
Because it all hardens,
it won't loosen up its grip
Rapper lean with gossip,
this seems to make the time slip
I'm astonished and impressed
by the love and its success
I'll mesh you with the souls
of the idols that we left
I'm shackled at the soul,
my nature is nurturing
I'm still saturated
by the singing god I'm worshipping
I'm earnestly servicing,
swinging songs through digital
Converse in creation,
the cause called to go critical
Escaping the tight hold,
the cold seems a dream
Finally I had the chance
to see the wizard from the screen
Breathe in, suffocate the cold
Cut the substance and nothing seems
to take away your soul
Breathe out, we suffocate life
Without the mud in your path,
you can't see the sacrifice
Breathe in, suffocate the cold
Get off your knees in the mud,
adjust your fake scroll
Breathe out, resuscitate life
It's the lighting of the cloud
that details the sky
There must be...
So I step into the light
and move into the spring and
Open up my soul
so I can see what it will bring
I draw dry blood
across the path of the cross
Concealed by idioms
since my language was lost
My knees stumped from
falling on the ground
May showers killed the flowers
of my sound
Cumulus clouds took the winter shrouds
into both the clear blue sky
Scintas colors seem to scream so loud
Winter stay away,
it's retired for the moment
Spring saves the day,
it's just another omen
I lost my boots to the mud,
my coat to the sun
They stored my soul to a purpose
in something beautiful blossomed
I'm a seed that survives
beneath the frozen soil
Dreaming of a seasoned composting
reach as a chlorophyll
Through the dirt my roots
stretch
prepping the nutrients
Caressing the loose soil,
no longer upset by its uselessness
Who changed the spotlight
to make the shadows dance
Who soothed the monotony
and cleared the path for plants
Who unveiled the blue
and as gallows collapsed
No more news, I can breathe,
spring has come back
Breathe in, suffocate the cold
Cause the substance of nothing
seems to take away your soul
Breathe now, resuscitate life
Without the mud in your path,
you can't see the sacrifice
Breathe in, suffocate the cold
Get off your knees in the mud,
adjust your fates raw
Breathe now, resuscitate life
It's the lightning of the clouds
that details the sky
Freedom is growing, building, reaching, melting, dying, growing, flourishing,
solid
Hey people, why don't
we have a beat off him?
This is him. This is me. Oh
Luke Geraty 
