If you're alone
And I'm alone
Why don't we be alone together?

We can have a drink and
Shoot the shit and
Talk about the weather.

Because I know this world
Has got you
Shaking in your shoes.

So if you're alone
And I'm alone
Why don't we be alone together?

I know all the words to this song
I wish you knew them too
Then maybe you'd have some sort of idea
Of what I could mean to you

I sing this song when I'm alone
I pretend that I'm singing to you
I wish that my voice sounded like an angel's
So that it could be worthy of you

Those ears don't deserve the trash they speak
You shouldn't have to hear all their garbage
I've never glimpsed a soul so sweet
Yours is one that I won't let them tarnish

I am as bitter as the cud of the cow
As the blackest of coffee from the impurest ground
But you amaze me with every word that you say
You shine a light on my life that I've never dreamt I could have found

And I've fallen so hard
You're all I think about now

Returning son, his daughter at his side,
imagines now the men who once amassed
the limestone locks to straddle the canal,
an obsolete image from an eldritch past.

On a ritual hour of summer dusk,
if you should know precisely where to stand
that ghost of Syracuse can still be seen,
a rotting timber craft trapped deep in sand.

Mosquitos drone their hungry mother song.
The two upon the towpath, side by side,
survey this stagnant waterway where once
their ancestors lived and worked and died.

The silt entombs the boat’s untimely end –
how many years before the blasts of steam
sent veins of iron shooting ‘cross the land
did this canal boat capsize like a dream?

yeap
that new money
that one dude says he smashed you
tells me storys bout you
but I know in the back of your head your thinking
do I fuck better
and the answer is
yes
hell
yes
all I wanna say is
beat
it
nerd
hit the
curb
go home
cuz you old news

The hopeless shall hope less
and the ghosts will mess with your mind.

The appearance of Ghosts,indeed
those that would feed on you
bleed you dry
make you cry
then spirit you away.

The day is a safe place
where your fears can be faced
and the ghosts have no say
but they look on.

Ghosts are never gone
they're always there, drifting
here and there
lifting the lid.
Ghosts know what you did
they don't forget
they never let you alone
they've made their home in me
they never let me be
one day I will get free
but I know that the ghosts will see
and they will once more feed on me
I really want to be
free of the hosts of ghosts that follow
and give me that hollow feeling
when they come through the doors or the ceiling
and start dealing me my history
in pictures I don't want to see.

Ghosts
they need me
indeed
and I feed them
when
will they leave?

I could write novels on the way you make me feel,
filling infinite pages with your essence would be a simple task.
I'd struggle only with the way to word perfection and the way your eyes gleam
as well as describing the ways your smile makes me weak.
You are so damn far away and I miss the sound of your voice
with the frequency of the tides hitting the shore.
But despite the tilt of the earth, time zones, interstates, and state borders
that keep me away from my home, I still feel close to you.
I could reach my arm across the bed and almost feel like you are here.
I wake up in the middle of the night,
expecting the body I have never even slept with to be here protecting me.
I know you are, just not physically.
You cannot be in my region of time and space
and I cannot be in yours.
None of these boundaries can keep me from you,
we both refuse to let them.
But every single moment I do something new or see something beautiful
or blink
or breathe
I miss you.
My fingers curl against my palm and my hands ache,
I reach out for you.
I wake up once more and experience the biggest disappointment I could imagine.
You still cannot be here and I still cannot be there.
So for now, I'll hold you in my heart that keeps my blood circulating
and where you have purchased your retirement home.
I will let you reside in my heart and soul because you cared enough to tear
down the wall, brick by brick.
When we come together,
I will not waste another moment.
I will hold you tight and tell you I love you.
Even after I have found out the definition to your perfection,
I will sty and I will love you for a lifetime.
I know you will keep redefining it as you have redefined my life, soul, and heart.
I'll hold you soon enough.
But for now, know I love you
and that I will not return the keys to the space I occupy in your heart.

The son vents his suppressed anger on dad
The father should know he’s no more a lad,
He’s a man that needs his own space
To lead a life at his own pace.
Every time thus the son speaks out
Feels brave enough to open his mouth
The father feeling himself an intrusive mole
Shrinks in panic, seeks a hiding hole.
Every father at sometime absorbs such pangs
And buys peace with the youthful arrogance,
On his heart though weighs a load of stone,
He swallows all that he can’t tell his son.

I'm so awake
I'm buzzing
New faces
New information
To conquer
All pit stops on my long journey
Getting sucked up into these times
Getting caught up in gravity
But I keep pushing
I talk about reliance when I write
all the time
Because it never ceases
to bewilder me
We don't acknowledge
our resilience
Because we aren't granted a choice
Of possessing it or not
You see
We
have
to keep going
Or kill ourselves and
As bad as it gets
We don't do that

Maybe
Our resilience
stems off love
No matter how small
Like how you don't take all those pills simply because you imagine how it would destroy your mom dad and sisters
That love for them makes you
stick it out through your fiery hell
Sometimes life feels like hell
Or death even
though most of us don't actually know how that feels
Other times it feels like a cloudy dream
And we trek through it all
We have no choice
Well right now I'm buzzing
From the speed
I can feel it
I feel older
I feel older
Tell me when it will stop feeling so weird