noble.purpose

I said I’d walk you home after our third round of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts
and I grabbed hold of your hand. We’re up and we’re out and we’re yelling through the streets
and I’m out of my fucking mind
and I know you’re next to me but I must confess what’s in my head.
Keep pumping now, legs to beat the ground, and our hearts to beat the band.
The sky’s on fire again. Run down this alleyway.
Lightning bolts again and we become fireflies just flashing at the air.
Rattle garbage cans. Prepare to be ravaged by our lust burning mad, the fire that we’ve become.
And I know you’re under me but I must confess what’s in my head:
To me you are the light from a light bulb that breaks sometimes
and the tender warmth inside is released into my life
and it smothers me in flames that lick and scorch my face.
As the smoke reaches the sky know I’m burning tonight.
Know I’m burning tonight.
Know I’m burning tonight.
Know I’m burning tonight.
Know I’ll burn for you tonight.

Firefly, Saves the Day 

“She knew that what she felt with the skin of her arms was the cloth of his shirt, she knew that the lips she felt on her mouth were his, but in the rest of her there was no distinction between his being and her own, as there was no division between body and spirit. Through all the steps of the years behind them, the steps down a course chosen in the courage of a single loyalty: their love of existence - chosen in the knowledge that nothing will be given, that one must make one’s own desire and ever shape of its fulfillment - through the steps of shaping metal, rails and motors - they had moved by the power of the thought that one remakes the earth for one’s enjoyment, that man’s spirit gives meaning to insentient matter by molding it to serve one’s chosen goal. The course led them to the moment when, in answer to the highest of one’s values, in an admiration not to be expressed by any other form of tribute, one’s spirit makes one’s body become the tribute, recasting it - as proof, as sanction, as reward - into a single sensation of such intensity of joy that no other sanction of one’s existence is necessary. He heard the moan of her breath, she felt the shudder of his body, in the same instant.” - Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

there are evils in my soul i long to purge

to escape the grip of the sickening scourge

to see the familiar face i know lies behind my own

to plant the seed that has yet to be sown

to revolutionize the meaning of my existence

clinging to the passion and comfort of persistence

where will i stand when salvation’s at hand

a stranger in a forgotten land

wandering through the dead of night

seeking the flame that will set me alight

- Ben Williams 

We sacrifice the body to free the mind
not knowing when we’ve crossed the line
until we look at all the things we lack
that remind us of the innocence we cant get back
But when I look into your eyes
I realize it is fate that decides
what paths our lives take
and it is us who decides
what choices we make
I’ll cherish my past
because it has led me to you
I’ll embrace the future
and find my way through
this brilliant new day
this positive mind state
now show me the path
my darling fate

- Ben Williams

The lightning fingers splash across the strings

As the trees dance, and the thunder sings

- Ben Williams

Every struggle bears wisdom

that tree that springs from a single seed

Every conflict bears champions

whom we all look for to lead

Every war bears blood

by which we all are bound

Every discord bears beauty

if we would only listen beyond the sound

- Ben Williams