I'm longing for the glory days
of most deft perfection

My pen moving in motions
that defied known direction

Well-placed words can swallow whole the bones of perception

And so until these hands are cold
I'll pursue this resurrection

©Jason Cole

on the brink of madness am i
to not want to live but die
rather this than live a lie

abstract is my mind's eye
but why?
i need to know from whence came these tears I cry

i've now lived but a score
the average of the flesh?
three score, maybe more
the thought of two score more is futile at most
"i'll **** you" to myself i boast

amazing that man has the power to free his own soul
but i know too well it would be freed into the depths of Hell
therefore, i must live
and hope to someday savor the fruits of sweet salvation!

Many are the memories
but too few are the memories
that I can still feel.

Hey sweet lady, Queen of Pains
You who stole treasures from my veins
Scattered my soul, scorned my name

When you're down and out
And you're drowning in doubt

When you're stuck inside your fears
And all your hope has disappeared

When your heart has fallen out
And your spirit is crying out
On that day, I'll shed a tear for you

All the ways of right I keep
For troubles of the world I weep
But I can't break this waking sleep
Oh, how I fear I'm in too deep

O Righteous King of Kings
Won't you come and save me?
Too much is this I ask of thee
When I won't let you save me
What kind of man can I be
When I won't let you save me?

All the ways of man I trust
From jealous greed to evil lust
A humble man make me you must
Ash to ash and dust to dust

O Righteous King of Kings
Won't you come and save me?
Too much is this I ask of thee
When I won't let you save me
What kind of man can I be
When I won't let you save me?

For the ways of you I look
Beyond that of the Holy Book
Could it be the earth that shook?
Of that an early sign I took

O Righteous King of Kings
Won't you come and save me?
Too much is this I ask of thee
When I won't let you save me
What kind of man can I be
When I won't let you save me?

The moon is hot tonight
Everything is shadows
While the sun sleeps
I want to break free
Through this darkest night
I have to let go
I need to be alright

I'm gonna wake up with the sun
As sure as darkness falls
And light overcomes
This time I'm gonna wake up with the sun

I seek and find trouble in roundabout ways
Hard-trouble trailed you throughout all your days
How did you run so far for so long?

Well, there are answers
But there ain't no reasons
Why you try to hide
What you've already shown
And you can't wake the dead
But baby you can need 'em
There's just nothin' left
After the love is gone

It's over, it's all over
Little game that you always win
It's turnin', It's burnin'
Little world that your dyin' in

What lines can I write that will intersect you?
What words could I sing that might resurrect you?
Why is love's death such an honored  tradition?

Well, there are answers
But there ain't no reasons
Why you try to hide
What you've already shown
And you can't wake the dead
But baby you can need 'em
There's just nothin' left
After the love is gone

It's over, it's all over
Little game that you always win
It's turnin', It's burnin'
Little world that your dyin' in

When I was like a prisoner
broke free in the desert
with no other savior around

You picked me up as I lay
starving and trembling
You pulled me right off
of the ground

And the sound of our footsteps
as you led me to water
was the sound of
one person walking

Time has stopped
and it's high noon
The war within
it never sleeps

I'm like a body
inside a tomb
The walls are dark
and I'm in deep

I've been 20 years runnin'
now low on soul
My brains are hollow
my heart is cheap

I wouldn't give a nickel
for a *** of gold
But I'd take a bullet
for a cup of peace

The earth's on fire
the lakes have gone dry
The sky ain't shed
a tear since June

A storm cloud rolled in
from the west last night
It was blockin' the light
of the Harvest Moon

This is the last stand
This is the last stand
This is the last stand
Oh no...

I imagine you reside in the shadows of the stars
If not there, then somewhere very rare, and far
Perhaps in the dunes, or the ruins of Mars
To be perfectly sure, you're  heaven carved
There's a spark about you that lights up the dark
Upon you, heaven's very kiss has made its mark
I long to leave this world and be with you
Wherever you are

in oneness of hope
we go forth

to taste the last tear
to face the last fear

indeed to cup the ear
on the cusp
of eternity's scream

bound by our fealty to reason
brought on by the savage mad-seasons
where legions of treasonous lesions
straddle continuum's seam

well versed in the precepts of sorrow
immersed in regrets of tomorrow
ingest we the beating breast
and pick the chest-bone clean

in life as in death
we resound

RE-SOUND
reverberated requiems

RESTATE
reinvigorated impetuums

RELIVE
unadulterated invectives

REVEAL
unemancipated objectives

we mustn't recoil
we shan't recant

upon words aflight
our spirits alight

in oneness of hope
we write

The tiniest bit of love
will do
in a pinch.

She says the things that make me
want to wake up to her face
shining in the morning light

One whispered word
just turns my head around

She makes each day so much
better than the last
I've never had times like these

One toss of her hair
And I'm alive again

She moves me

maelstrom of moribund memories
shortlist of long-lusted envies
amalgam of devastations frenzied

i would have died long ago
if i'd known i had it in me

cajoled choruses of conceit
abject persuasions of defeat
adjunct desolations unceased

i reckon there are worse things
than a man being deceased

uniquely embittered heartstrings
sophisticatedly littered hope-dreams
unashamedly delivered hurt-schemes

but the loneliness was the worst thing

But for the night
Lights are not bright
Nothing can shine
While out of sight
Can't be divine
Or exude delight
But for the night
The night, the night

But for the night
Stars can't take flight
Nothing can soar
While out of sight
Can't well rip-roar
Or shoulder heights
But for the night
The night, the night

But for the night
The night, the night
Stars they can't soar
Can't shine their light
Heavenly horde
Of divine delights
Counted as void
But for the night

©Jason Cole