Zachary Lipyanskiy
Been a tough year and I’m just trying to learn to write and to get some shit out
Zachary Lipyanskiy
Been a tough year and I’m just trying to learn to write and to get some shit out
Been a tough year and I’m just trying to learn to write and to get some shit out
Been a tough year and I’m just trying to learn to write and to get some shit out
Beyond the maps, where legends dwell, I ventured into the unknown While many have possibly traveled paths such as these Mine were completely unaltered and untouched Nobody but me saw the smiles that flashed Across your face like rabbits in a field Nobody but me felt your hand As you swung your legs cleanly off the rocks Nobody but me has heard your serenades Wake chirping birds in the shallow hours of the morn But these paths have been treacherous as well Only I have felt the scorn you have Thrown at me between your teeth Only I have felt the coldness when you have Left me by myself in a fit of rage But now I am done Like the great Phineaouse Fogg I rest my case My travels have been long and I am tired So I rest my laurels in my own chair And look gracefully at our time together
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger Where in every word, stroke and note A hidden message, from a long lost world, is present And every time you stop, and take a listen Their songs and their lives flow into your soul And there is something satisfying, Being a part of something more Something new that can lead you to a new journey everyday But there is always a second fear As we explore these crypts of stories Do we ever really know who we are? Is there ever one defining moment, one characteristic That we can ever point to and claim?
As he walked along the path A path that swerved from destra to sinistra As suddenly, a hole opened near his foot And a gnarled arm went up and grabbed And dragged him down to the underground But as he was dragged through layers thick He was left by devils hand in cerchio cinque And how easy it is To get lost in the bosom of the underworld But with only his mind and cross to guide He somehow went and travelled to cerchio uno And there he was stuck in the gardens of Hell For the cross across his neck didn’t protect From powers both infernal and lustfull For he took a pomergranite from a tree and with a single bite broke Both his promises but mortal That fled his bossing like his broken cross
Once upon a time I would have wandered For the place and time of inspiration But how long has it been Since the sun and the moon have seen my smile It wasnt in the spring Where the chirping birds Only reminded me of my loss and of you Nor in the winter or the fall As I tried, maybe just a little to hard To please anyone, someone but me But here in this giardino While my face only shows concentration A faceless smile, open teeth and all Reminds me of the lost years and happiness