I need
Your movements
To match
With mine
Once more.

observing all these young men and women
give up everything that they have
just because theyve got an extreme amount of nationalism
caring so much about their country
they are willing to go and die for it
sure they may think about how their families feel
but only for a second
theyre more worried about defending this terrible country
they say "land of the free and home of the brave",
but then they wont let us say what is on our minds without getting in trouble
those being drafted are just getting brainwashed though they dont even know it
never trying to do more than what they are told to do
and it is because of all the propaganda
buts its because of all this
"that we have all the freedom we have"
(which is none by the way)
and its because of all this
"that we are the greatest country in the world"
(which is also *******)
were going to war to just prove that we are stupid enough
to try and fight everyone who'll ask
and its really all because of
the young men and women
who are willing to give up everything they have
to die over this ridiculous country the call
The United States of America!

I wonder
How it would have been like if you had stayed
Would your parking spot would have been the same
Would your rustic tool box would have been in the shed
Or would an old copy of your favorite Tom Jones tunes,
would have played over and over
Every Sunday morning

It’s the little things we pondered the most
When hitting the ceiling
But we tried it in silence
Allowing the good times to simmer

Don't you dare talk ill of them.
Not my girl.
Not my guy.
How dare you say those things.
How dare you have those thoughts.
How dare you tell me.

I love them and I will fight for them
Through every little thing.
So you want to tell me they are wrong?
You want to tell me they are bad?
You have the audacity to tell me they are no good?

Who the hell do you think you are.
Don't you ever talk about them that way.
Don't you ever talk about them again.
Unless you're crawling back to them
To apologize at their feet.
Don't you dare.

homewrecker,
you lived within every
callous and dimple,
invading my space
like dust between
my fingertips

your skin like wallpaper,
faded and worn,
pulled taunt along
these walls.

your thoughts
a constant thumping
of footsteps along
the floorboards

homewrecker,
from you i learnt
gunshots sound
a lot like a key
turning in a lock

it's because of you
i cannot look at
these walls, without
seeing the shadow
of a fist reflected
by the light

homewrecker,
the rooms are vacant,
the air stilled,
the hallways scream
and close in at night.

homewrecker,
i used to be an open house
but now because of you
i shut the doors
(i shut the doors)

I have posted endless
letters to my beloved
to open them when I'm
gone and trickle a tear
for us maybe many
moons, suns, stars, look at us!
we probably exist in sunlight
wretched the same  between
betweexed white clouds
floating on fantastic
feathers   hope awaits us
one apt day pierced with
blazing light sinking
softly unheard
fainting
resignation dissolvin'
astonished silent
boundaries  
of flesh crystalized
of transcendense being
pregnant with your heart
felt transcendental height?
It's been trembling
These ******* moments
crashing crashing
into one another
smashing
the given time
reality scope  
long leak
of remotness
flowersprings and
stolen dreams
and we're done!
for such a minor great
distance   I'll die anyhow
somwhere not soon
without you
which I love  without
any reasonable substance

I want to catch up all the sunlight
And give it to you.
And yes, people will be upset,
Because I took their sun away,
But they will understand
Once they see your face.

Because there is no truer thing
Than the obvious chemistry
Between you
And all things
Light.

His soothing eyes
And his carefree smile
Are all I need
In the midst
Of such
Uncertainty.

Nothing compares to a kiss on the lips.
You can brush your lips up against her temple
And you can kiss him on the cheek,
But all those kisses pale in comparison
To a kiss on the lips.

See there's a sort of passion and commitment
That can only be found when lips collide.
You can share a moment with his neck
And give her love on the small of her back
But all those kisses pale in comparison
To a kiss on the lips.

Because while our lips are making small talk in the space between our cheeks we share in a sort of connection that only lips can provide. A sort of understanding that this is more than just a moment of lust, or a second of seduction. This is a sort of connection that holds its ground. Because even if love fails, lips are remembered. Lips don't forget. Lips are forever.