I’m sitting in my car
watching christmas lights
dance from house to house
the street lamp flickers
until it's camouflaged
in a sky
that seems to have
lost its moon
I thought I saw a
my greenish eyes,
but my windshield
is caked with dirt
it’s just my mind
doing the dancing
We like to think we are hard to understand
Intricate mazes with twisting chaotic paths
Leading to numerous outcomes
Mysteries woven within our stories
Constantly changing and always anew
We like to believe we are elaborate structures
Constructs of pure ingenuity
Winding corridors with infinite knowledge
With mysterious doors holding plethoras of secrets
Darkened halls to shroud our true motives
Stairways up and down, leading anywhere and everywhere
We like to fool the world
Building these zig-zagging stories
Losing the truth the farther we burrow
Forgetting who we are in the labyrinths of our minds
Forever lost in what we have become
We lied to ourselves
With broken confidence, striving to be who we want
Rather than who we are
Living in a world of other grande designs
Trying to keep up against time itself
We doubted ourselves
Unable to look at the mirrors which spoke the most truth
Turning away and hiding in the lies we fortified around us
The barricaded conscience, locked away and ignored
Emotion took hold and there you sat
We all sat and wondered
Where would "I" fit in this broken world
Of towering deceptive motives
Glimmering pedestals of deceit
Trick rooms and evil men
We all asked ourselves "Where will I go"
When people see the place I've hidden myself away
Calling us out, asking to venture, deep through our halls
We felt simple opposed to the world
Far greater stories, fascinating, colorful
And our structures crumbled
And there we sat
Alone, where the world could see what we ignored in that mirror
But we understood
That Truth can set you free
Despite the lies we make ourselves believe
For simplicity is truth itself
Glimmers of hope,
You give me a lot.
And whenever i see you,
My forehead gets hot.
I get weak in the knees.
I could just die.
But then we get to talking,
And I get lost in your eyes.
A forbidden feeling
I indulge in too much.
A flickering light,
Thats hot to the touch.
Those relationships stink.
But ours is quite different
Well what do you think?
Thats the thing.
We can never talk about this.
For our relationship,
Remember that word,
It means I still have a chance.
And that needs to be heard.
Now my head is a mess.
But you won't know.
Your lounging in the warmth,
And I'm shivvering in the snow.
I want a conclusion,
Is it a happy ending?
So do you like me or not?
Can we quit the pretending?
But i can't ask you this.
Ive said this before.
Im going on and on,
Im becoming a bore.
But theres so many questions,
As i lie in my bed,
"Did i say the right thing?
What goes in your head?
What goes in your head?
What goes in your head..."
Now you all know,
What goes on in MY head,
Now i can sleep,
Knowing this has been said.
Hunting easter eggs in December,
and yet they seek me out instead.
i never find them at my pace;
standing, drunk, outside familiar
bars in the cold, randomly
dialing number combinations
to hear whispers or silences.
Radio wave transmigrations
they are, a look to the
past, a nod to the future,
a moment in stasis
where the keypad blurs,
doubles, focuses, blurs,
and i am lost one more time.
clearly static, the white noise
of separation, the
bro ke n
perfectly human, but alone.
I will take the Son of God to a Shell gas station
I will feel the deceit of paint on a white picket fence
I will tell your father about the ad hominem fallacy
I will show up to a busy hospital for no reason
I will send baskets of flowers to all the nurses
We can take our child on the public city bus
We can feel the heat of an exothermic reaction
We can tell Reader’s Digest about our refined taste buds
We can show Alton Brown a couple of recipes for finance
We can let him choose the one that tastes the best
You should break my nose for only one dollar
You should kneel to no man, woman, or Oscar Wilde
You should spell out how to use an Oxford comma
You should throw a party celebrating the use of libraries
You should invite people to drink excessive volumes of vulgarities
I am falling on a sword that seems romantic at most
I am falling down the stairs to get to a peaceful bottom
I am falling with a freedom that reminds me of Tom Petty
I am falling for a beauty never seen with prescription sunglasses
I am falling into Eden with an apple meant for Eve
Me lost in Does
Why is I, me?
At eternity's end
Anxiety eats Does
I sits stagnant
Change, I, Me
Does Me becomes
Now becomes infinity's demise
I know I must have lost you between
"Caring" and "Forever", but you didn't flinch
at goodbye, that's when I knew you'd left
The distance felt like miles but was in truth an inch
Like an engine out of oil, frozen
Hot metal and hot tears couldn't keep you warm
enough for all the years you promised
and to forgotten lovers, no shrine or time is left
But empty promises like vacant thoughts
Still haunt and bind like roses that have wilted
In all the emptied bottles, you decorated with
Preserving shattered hearts within them too
The birds ... They sing such sweet melodies .... Even through the rainy & darkest days they continue their beautiful songs ... So everytime i am feeling blue .... I don't allow hope to slip away even when i might have lost my way .... I carry in my memory the inspiration nature brings to me so i can find myself once again ..
young girl, abandoned in the rain
dull & lost
why do people like peacocks?
for their feathers
hide your feathers, love.
or society will use you.
Your name bleeds from my mouth
Your image is a nagging blur in every corner, every hall
The taste, the sight so bittersweet
Why do I lie to myself why do I keep
Believing that you'd stay
My mind gets in my mind's way
Waiting for you to stop by say hey
For a temporary, almost normal day
What am I in the meanwhile
A closed curtain with a fake laugh, a fake smile?
If this is worrying you just add it to the pile
I tend to make the world worry, people scurry
Don't leave in a hurry
It leaves you blurry
Your name is bleeding from my mouth again
An open wound, is it fresh?
I've lost track of time
Your image is a blur in every corner, every hall
Are you real, are you mine?
This is the way I tend to fall
Am I ill, do you exist at all?
Holding onto a blur of the past
How long can I make it last