When they stripped me of the life in my bones
I looked to the stars,
and plucked the moon from its perch
with my lips.
And the rage in their fists
tried to pry it from my skull.
But they cannot win.
They may look down on us with their
hollow eyes that can do nothing but weep,
and their hungry mouths that spit ash.
But I know what hope is.
And They don't.
No matter how many times I am beaten
I swear that the birds that sing in my chest
will always be louder than them.
Tell me what holy is,
and I will tell you of the love in my veins.
Tell me why you hate so much,
and I will tear it apart with my shame.
I will split the night open with my words.
I will sweep up the ashes with my rage.
They cannot win.
Not when your eyes look through me like that.
And while you sew together my wings,
tell me of the love letters that God left
on your windowsill.
Tell me of the fists that left those scars.
When they finally bring me to the gallows,
make sure that the noose is made
from the strings of guitars.
Carve my spine into the heart of a tree.
Spread my ashes over the lips of the sea.
Tell me what holy is.
And I will take you to that river full of sin.
I will write my poetry in the snow with my bones.
Tell me where Gabriel is.
And I will clean the blood from his crippled wings.
I will be an immovable sky.
The mouth of the river that never ceases to sing.
They'll separate us with razor wire,
but a few cuts won't hold me back.
They'll scream at us with their empty taboos.
But the paintings I've got tattooed on my ribs
aren't black and white like their words.
I'm done hiding my heartbeat.
I want to taste the words that come off my tongue,
to paint with the dirt beneath my nails.
Say my obituary was written like a poem.
So that when God greets me at his gates,
he will tell me that I was alive.
That I wasn't empty like Them.
But I'm tired.
And I've walked one too many miles in my
own shoes.
But it's impossible to stop,
when you've got wings flapping in your chest,
and a heart that burns like a lantern.
Remember me like this.
Spouting words from the darkest corners
of my soul.
Words that stick to you like a lover's kiss.
It's a song.
A manifesto.
An epitaph that will stay burned in your eyes
until you blink away the tears.
I'll keep walking if you just carry me
on your back for a few short steps.
A couple of shallow breaths.
Just let me rest.
So that the next words that come out of
my mouth will be “I love you”.
And you'll see that the bruises on my back
are the notes of music.
Tell me what holy is.
So I can tell you why I keep moving.
So I can spread these wings you've built for me,
with the skin I've shed
and my broken bones.
And I'll teach you how to fly too.
Because life has no rhythm
unless you give it a beat.
Tell me what holy is.
And remember
that we
are not.

My closest friend
My strong arm
My strong melodie
My structure
My hero
My supporter
My inner voice
My hero
Saving me from myself

Today I was killed,
Murdered by the wind,
no longer breathing,
torn from my skin.
As I stood in the field,
Grasping for the clouds,
The wind tore through me,
as I screamed aloud.
No longer hated,
No longer loved,
killed from the winds,
sent from above.
For as I stood there,
I saw your face,
you mocked me, taunted me,
I was bound in place
Death is near,
But I feel no pain,
no longer torn from my love again.
So leave me be,
as I bleed it all out,
just let me lie here,
to create my drought.
Your love is like a killwind,
tearing at my skin,
its so abusing,
and spiteful within.
So I reached for the heavens,
And you let me down,
so now its your turn,
To be lead on and frown.
But today I was saved,
my arms stretched open,
you helped me through it all,
and you never stopped hopin'
You took away my sorrow,
and gave me hope,
to forget all my past,
and help me cope.
I'm not alone,
I was saved today,
he cradled my body,
and carried me away.
Swift through the rain,
and as the bitter wind blew,
you whispered in my ear,
For always; me and you.

What I feel for you
Feels like forever
As if there's never been
A time we weren't together

Thousands of years
I've known those eyes
Thousands of tears
For you I've dried

One arm wrapped
Around my body
The other
Holding my hand

The way that
My skin shivers
Is more familiar
Than I can stand

I can't contain myself
Around you
I can't contain myself
Away

I couldn't possibly live
Without you
I couldn't possibly
Repay...

You for all you've
Done for me already
And what you
Promise to,

Spending my life
Giving all my love
Is what I
Plan to do.....

You know what I mean when I say that it's strange
To come down from heaven and walk through a range
And serve as a target for all of your pain
You should know what I mean by now

                                            You know what I mean when I say that it's true
                                             I haven't found anyone who's close to you
                                             But I couldn't start looking because I'm a fool
                                             You should know what I mean by now

You know what I mean when I say that I'm tired
Of all of the cheats and the ****** and the liars
Yet I'll sit and roast with them above the fires
You should know what I mean by now

                                              You know what I mean when I say that I'm done
                                              And your little mind games have lost all their fun
                                              And I'm through with sitting here, I'd rather run
                                              You should know what I mean by now

I lift my eyes
Up from the dirt where I am standing
Up from the hurt that I've been handed
To the river where I find myself again
To the hands that offer me a second chance

I'd like to be a jumpsuit
  so I could wrap myself around you
       in an endless hug.

I wake up every morning
To stare in the face of death
I love my wife with all my heart
But not her morning breath

I put tic tacs under her pillow
And even a bottle of scope
But do you think she'll ever take a hint
Well I'm guessing probably nope

I'd swear that woman eats road ****
Or something crawled in her mouth and died
When she puckers her lips to give me a kiss
I look for a place to hide

The dog won't lick his **** anymore
He licks her mouth instead
Don't ever tell her I wrote this
If you do I'm as good as dead

Okay, you know I'm only kidding
I'm not really being mean
But you know what I got her for Christmas
Yep, a bottle of listerine