Ministers Of Truth

Ministers Of Truth

We worship on the Internet
We only seek the truth
We like to see our facts broken down
In small parts that are easy to swallow
Because we don’t have time
For the long grind of life…
Or the emptiness that follows

M.S. Morrison


Published in: on December 26, 2011 at 5:37 AM  Comments Off on Ministers Of Truth  

History Lies

History lies and time fades away.

The best days I had were never that way.

Don’t sell your soul for the memory of yesterday.

Or for the shining promise of a better tomorrow.

Live now… for history lies.

M.S. Morrison

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Published in: on December 14, 2011 at 1:38 AM  Comments Off on History Lies  

Sweet Sixteen

Sweet Sixteen

She had sweet dreams in her head
A heart full of gold
She woke up this morning
With her dreams bought and sold…
She was only sixteen years old

M.S. Morrison

Published in: on December 11, 2011 at 3:48 AM  Comments Off on Sweet Sixteen  

Hissing Sound

Tell me why
Why did you sacrifice your self
Was your life a lie
Tell me why did you lay down and die
Is it because it’s like a love affair
Just when they really love you
There is never enough love to go around
Then you are lost and cold
As love deflates and you hear that hissing sound

M.S. Morrison

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Hungry for attention
They built a nation of gods
Gods only unto themselves

M.S. Morrison

Published in: on October 16, 2011 at 9:08 AM  Comments Off on Gods  

Water The Horses

Time travels here
From far and near
Because it needs a rest
Time to water the horses
Who are swift at best
Time to get the bearing
Of what choices right is left

M.S. Morrison

Published in: on October 7, 2011 at 12:37 AM  Comments Off on Water The Horses  

Listened And Hurt

I thought you really loved me
Loved me because we kissed
Told me all those words I missed
My heart listened and hurt
Until I lost all my dreams to you

M.S. Morrison

Published in: on October 5, 2011 at 1:57 AM  Comments Off on Listened And Hurt  

The Fires Of Your Fear

I still have the dreams you left me
I hope you want them back
They no longer love me

Now I realize that you could only use me
There was no love and nothing to help me escape
But the trail of your tears

No one could save us so lets not pretend
You wanted your tragedy and I brought death near
I will no longer stand by the fires of your fear

M. S.  Morrison

Published in: on October 4, 2011 at 4:07 AM  Comments Off on The Fires Of Your Fear  

Leaves Of Gold

When I walk down by the river
I feel the air getting getting crisp and cold
The Autumn shines through leaves of gold
Lighting my path to a new tomorrow
Further down the road

M.S. Morrison

Published in: on October 4, 2011 at 2:24 AM  Comments Off on Leaves Of Gold  

To The Moon Alice

I would go to the moon with you right now
If you would sell all your sacred cows and get us a room
At that fancy hotel downtown where we could both
Just lay there together…

M. S. Morrison

Published in: on October 3, 2011 at 2:23 AM  Comments Off on To The Moon Alice