Water on the way
Passing hands
Watch the liquid sway

Spitting stories from the skies
Look down with your yellow eye
Brave

Grows steeled in its covet
Of the crown
Shoving night away

Keep pushing little lies
Emancipate them with your yellow eye
Saved

Salts in shades
Shake devotion from the stars
Thick tar turns to martyrs
As a moment turns to day

Stained glass peers
Bring tears to your yellow eye
Slave

Another slender figure
In the mirror
Cries to stay
Modeling composure
As it struggles for some closure
Disclosing on the altar
That it falters when it prays

Black mold in the corner
Blindfold to your yellow eye
Grave

Even though I know that it’s red
It’s green in my head

Is this the part that I can hide?

Another done deal
Locked up
Sealed tight
Pass the bread

Finding clever ways to breach your heart
From the inside

I keep your seasons in my hourglass
Shake, shake, shake
Beyond my windowsill
When too much time has passed

I slot the Sun upon the shelf
Testing patience in myself
And dust it off for morning
Roll it up towards grateful skies
Intercepted by the sighs
Wrought by wrath and worry
First anointed in its ancient times

Surrender now your voice
To the almighty gun
Endeavoring for choice
When there’s nothing to be won
Such affectionate toys
For demented young boys
Delivered and done

Fields of invitation sway
Along the lines of triggered trip mines
Adjusting down a bit too much
Calls are creeping out
Remember fast the signs
Atone with love
You’re lost in mine

Demonstrate your aptitude
In counterfeiting crimes of passion
Lest we waver to the winds
Of mending trouble when in fashion
Little movements
Rising action
Burst the bubble
Sharp reaction
Tends to tilt the clever scales
Towards dull accord or thinning ration

Best we bide the time and hide
Slow lament, magenta tide

Dance a spell
Your mind’s at ease
Skippers faring distant seas
Appearing softly in the breeze
Clouds all whipped and whirled together
Quickly scripting subtle pleas
Damaged strings all strum in threes
Defeat
Defend
Repeat the senseless killing spree

Best we bide the time and hide
Slow lament, magenta tide

Testament in vestments
Checkered patterns flow and flee
The body to its heart of hearts
The home of disconnected dreams
Rip the buttons from the seams
Fronds of dripping tendrils scream
Within the mountain’s pitch
Beyond a pond of wild magic teems
Whispering in reverence
Rolling in reproach’s steam
Fill yourself in patchwork fables
Piece together narratives
Now represent the winning team

Best we bide the time and hide
Slow lament, magenta cried

Addition through subtraction
Is the banner of the warring faction
Collections of heroic action
Gilded slices
Framed in fractions
Imbibing the well
Gaining traction
Just enough to coax distraction

One step forward and another step Backwards…

Was it ever really ours to begin with?
No…
Is this a bad feeling you can sit with?
Hey!
Is everything better when it’s infinite?
Well…
Filling in the blanks of your war path
Go…
Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft
Stay!

They max out capacity
For competent destruction
When experience and cunning
And confident instruction
Lays down its fears
Wastes all its weapons
Succeeds in defeating
The tenets of justice
Consulting in tandem
With forces abroad
Gaining gilded grace
from God

One step forward and another step Backwards…

Was it ever really ours to begin with?
No…
Is this a bad feeling you can sit with?
Hey!
Is everything better when it’s infinite?
Well…
Filling in the blanks of your war path
Go…
Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft
Stay!

Approach the core
The idle center
All can stay
None may enter
Exchange your fate
For private venture
Gold arrays for carnal pleasure
Pair off in groups
To find the treasure
Waxing, waning
Mental pressure
Trauma can be hard to measure

One step forward and another step Backwards…

Was it ever really ours to begin with?
No…
Is this a bad feeling you can sit with?
Hey!
Is everything better when it’s infinite?
Well…
Filling in the blanks of your war path
Go…
Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft
Stay!

Afterwards they find themselves in quite the conundrum
Fifty-odd pounds of force swinging like a pendulum
No more battered heroes coming ‘round to defend them
Act against inaction
The final addendum

One step forward and another step Backwards…

Was it ever really ours to begin with?
No…
Is this a bad feeling you can sit with?
Hey!
Is everything better when it’s infinite?
Well…
Filling in the blanks of your war path
Go…
Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft
Stay!
Stay!
Stay!

I heard the blaring wails
Of strangers playing pin the tail
On the donkey

Reminds me of a time
When we use to play
Swing the flail
At the monkey

We were young
And feeling spunky

But when the morning comes again
I’ll see you then

Today I’ll wear my positive attitude
Just for you

Till the soil in the flowerbed
Even if I’m feeling blue

I know it may seem old school
That I’m still sipping sweet vermouth

The memories flair up
And I’m returned to youth

Come upstairs
I’m on Floor 2
The one that has
A distant view

Just a couple steps away
From knowing where you are
I feel your presence fade from me
You seem so very far

The little talks
And street lamp walks
I thought would bring us closer

What was I to do?

Worry not your pretty head
None of it was true

Eighteen green balloons
Circling around the bed
A few blue flowers in bloom
Just to counteract the red
In your pleading eyes
Candles carry on the lies
Of specters caring on the side
Just knowing it’s your time

Down the hall the gurney hastens
Secluded, little airtight spaces
Where the walls are growing faces
The Lord left all His grace behind
Installing breathless tangled braces
Locked within are faithless traces
Doubts tumble down a *****
Towards sober trials
Drunken chases
Seems to me too late to race
The pulsing threat of black embraces

A myriad of visions slip
A pair of switches toss and flip
What used to be your fabric twined
Now lies outstretched and slowly rips
Paintings of your past receding
Into modern microchips
Rushing laughter comes to grips
Against a brush of fingertips
Until the shining light makes way
For vessels in memoriam
The last of life escapes in ships
Faintly passing by the sound
Of others on their final trip

Happy birthday, grey sky
You were always so shy
Unwanting
Unwilling
Just itching to hide

Come on and say hi
Or hang there and cry
Unstable
Unmoving
Receding from life

I cannot say why
You're resting up high
So earnest
So honest
Yet failing to try

Concerned for your pride
With quickness and stride
I'd say you've played safe
If not for the balance
You battle inside