She comes,
and she goes.
She comes,
and she goes.
And I just seem to stay,
in the same exact place everyday.
While she goes off to see the carnival show.
A life full of joy.
Cotton candy, stunt performers, and trippy tents.
Won't you please soften the blow?

She comes,
and she goes.
She comes,
and she goes.
Spin the ghost of time around,
like a revolving door.
What has this all been for?
All the days bought and spent,
wonder just where those kisses went.
Hope they leave home before the Sun will glow.
And the stars hide behind it's rays.
And fall into false days.
Won't you please soften the blow?

She comes,
before she goes.
And before she comes,
she dances beautifully on her toes.
She's alone and she's cool.
She's enough to make you feel a fool!
Words being said.
Flightless birds sitting in bed.
Wonder if she will go,
or if she will stay.
Guess I won't know until a day oh so far away.
Wont't you please soften the blow?

I met her in New Orleans.
Carrying luggage and sins,
I called out to her, a quiet hello.
She shot me an unfamiliar look,
yet I felt it was one I did know.
Maybe I saw it once or twice,
on a moonless night, long ago.

And as she did approach,
the street was overtook,
by her presence; so strong.
Though years had passed,
and memories did come and go,
since we last did meet,
we felt that love from long ago.

We spoke until the Sun did set,
everything from there felt preset,
as if Shakespeare himself,
wrote me as Romeo,
and her as my lovely Juliet.
Lovers from long ago,
with everything and nothing to know.

If stars' light travelled so long ago,
then just what is it that we know?

You say your living in a haze,
really whether or not you know,
you're obviously in a mailaise phase.
But that is just too much a gaze to take,
so you just keep on your protective false face.

Like the lakes in some forgotten place,
you are all dried up in the body and mind.
Nobody seems to touch you or glance at you,
and your sky, well lately it has far too much blue.
Really what is there to see, more importantly to find?

Sunset to you,
means nothing new.
Lately every sunrise,
holds not a single surprise.
They just mingle with dirt in your eyes.

If I were you,
well I would find a smile too true.
Or alteast avoid laying tile with permanent glue.

Darling, don't wipe those tears on your sleave
give me an hour or so
and I'll make your heart believe
that there is no place
in which our love can't go
and then there will be no more tears,
in their place will be a smile on your precious face

Celebrities are gods shrowded in myth and perception.
               Students....the finger puppets of Capitalism's cornerstone.
    Television, the other member of the family.

Dinnertable conversations are boring/ignorant "discussions"
     of issues too watered-down.

Children aren't born into the world anymore, they're being forced this time.

I am nobody,
the footstep of a soldier,
in the platoon sized of trillions,
left to be blown by wind and forgotten.

You try to erase all your troubles,
instead of standing to face them.
Only you can do what it is to be done,
if it were up to anyone,
well it would be the blind man,
on the side of the road,
lending out his hand to the empty find.
If you spun the bottle and just asked what to do,
well nobody would even tell  you.
It's not that your a stranger or outsider,
but your sideshow is fun as hell,
and they want to know it better.

Now every morning,
you open your eyes, laying in your bed.
In that mixed thought heavy head you ponder,
just what the day will present,
and just who at the end you will resent,
and who will be the one to stand in pretend.
Your only friend, is an invisible shade,
and your voice is a Masquerade ball,
that only you have the invitation too.
And if anyone else got that ticket,
well then you would line up by the fence,
and bleed more than blood on the picket.

I want to be in the direction you look.
Though I must admit my feelings,
seems I'm stealing what's already been took.
Now don't cast that light down on me,
I'm not blind, I can see.
Just think you might find it too true,
but that must be forgot, or else its over.

I want to be in the direction you look.
Silently begging like traffic at a one-way intersection.
This open book may seem too drastic,
but maybe the author's too busy hoping.
Perhaps its for the best not to mention,
just wish I was heading west in your direction.

When my eyes close I can see.

      Only then do I swim in a calm sea.

                              It's not as if I can jump the bridge,
   not as if my time is a clock on  the wall,
                         I have my moment, worth everything and all.

         Nobody should discourage my ride,
           yet I wear wounds from mighty fights,
             and I cant help but grasp my chest,
                  when all the nights I cried were the best.

So give me an allusion to your smile,
let me be a memory, so I stick around,
and my feet arent just temporary,
give me just a while.

If the clouds are seas that drowed,
then what does that make me,
everytime you come around?
I see you, but our eyes dont meet.
Even when my  heart goes to another,
I still taste defeat of you, my real lover.
Will my heart fall apart over and over again,
'till sorrow is all that's within,
or tomorrow will I be able to say,
that I forgot your lyrics today?

Well you don't know where I'm goin',
but I sure do know what lays before me.
The path is familiar like a friendly touch,
the buildings that sleep there are warm,
and there is no way of knowing who resides there now.
Maybe the faces of the past, or maybe not,
either way it doesnt matter all that much,
because somehow they got to be like me in more ways,
then I could care to share with anyone of these hazy days.
So don't pay me no nevermind as I travel foreward, and down,
down to the path I know like my lover's skin,
as I look for a dusty ol' inn with some stars as faded as the sign,
in the Town of Regret.

The place, you may know it well,
the name however may escape you like a snake,
does a deep ol' well full of stale water.
The neighbors, they all like to tell tales,
none of them fake, none of them real,
but the one about a guy named Zimmerman,
well that one you could buy with a penny, its so swell.
Now dont forget the old man at the butcher store.
If you bargain, he will give you any meat,
some say its because he lost his shoes,
others say his feet, in the war the world lost.
Though you get that without costs,
the cook, with her twelve children,
well she dont chop cheap,
shes got all them kids with mouths,
and they dont have brooms to sweep.
So after this, the name might be comin' back in now,
just look in the eyes of the sunset,
and remember those nights so ghostly,
that you spent in this,
the Town of Regret.

The windows are all broken,
and the kids have no mits or bats,
so there is nobody that knows who caused the glass to shatter.
The ol' man sitting at the train station has been there since I was born,
and on his collar he has worn,
the same flower of blue that his love gave him.
The gamblers they played it all,
even the names their parents gave them so long ago.
Seems like now they have no hands left to go,
and only a small smile to spread under their glasses.
On late nights, you can find me sitting on a porch,
usually its one by the hill, where the wind passes me,
just like the fingers of my love once did.
But after so many fights, I lost her to the foggy sea,
and theres a kid with his feet hanging off the roof,
he sings to me songs of a sweet child with a warm heart,
the one that was like me before my path was set,
the one that didnt have a hike here,
here in the Town of Regret.

The face becomes a cloud in the sky.
         The airplane, that resides so high,
             Is the teardrop that learned to fly.

I'm waiting for the paint to dry,
meanwhile I'm asking who and why.
Now you don't understand,
or maybe you just never can.
Well that's alright, but if you ever can,
just let me know what it might mean.
But everyday is a step unseen my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

When I was a young boy,
so much younger then I care to enjoy.
Every calender I ever did touch,
well it was a paper and didnt mean much.
Now I know so many dates and days.
Some I adore and some give my gaze a glaze.
But everyday is a step in a maze my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

What's more?
And what's less in this mess?
So far as I can see the car,
is stopped at the light,
and I don't see another in sight.
I don't need to wonder where we are,
no matter where, we are under your shining star.
But everday is a step on a rope so tight my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

At times it seems,
that our lives are fabric.
And at times there are rips in seams,
and we can always fix a small tick.
But you can't fix a rip my dear,
because this store has no patch.
Don't you fear it though,
in time you will learn to sow.
But everyday is a step in deep snow my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

Nights, days, and the midsummer blaze.
These are the environments,
and the subtle hints.
That I need her so bad,
because when it was her I had.
Well these things were gentle stings,
because I had her to break them with me.
Now it appears, for the sake of my darkest fears,
that I must go through time without her sublime.
But everyday is a step that takes years my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

What do I mean, everyday I go unseen.
It hasnt been this way always,
just in the most recent of many days.
If there was any explanation as to why,
well I would share it with no one,
because only no one understands I.
If all this rain would go,
then I could see the Sun, yet still without it,
I remain a teenage shadow.

I've got a puzzle,
the pieces, they all fit,
Still it won't go together,
I check the box, but there arent any instructions in it!
How can that be?

It's just becoming another question,
and like every other one, I have no answer.
Once I thought I was the best in the world!
But somehow along the line, my confidence was traded,
and for it I got persuaded with independence, and the right to walk.
Still no matter what flashes before my slideshow,
I still feel hollow, and more so inside my will.
Now, just as ever, on the sidewalk there is I, a teenage shadow.

Days bloom a sorry malaise.
Night is just as awful,
projecting frightful sights.
Still I trudge onward,
destination unknown.
These events, I don't mean to judge.
Just that the wind has blown hard,
hard like a hurricane on a land it has slain.

Everyday is just a nickel,
to buy yourself a grave.
I don't doubt your courage,
I already know you are brave.
I just want some words, so wise,
to save me from a sure demise.

I wish I knew which way to  turn,
before I set my foot to the ground.
Then atleast my day will be on track,
no reason to look back with a guess,
no reason to wonder if I'm a mess.

My memories dont seem to stay,
more and more fade,
each and every day.
Like a leach on my skin,
the further I go from here,
my memories just disappear.

In the sunset on a hill I see the silhouette.
Not of a single shape, but of two.
Acting as one in the golden light,
that bled in tight slivers between their love.
They let the world stand behind them,
and of this I did not mind them.
After all it was me,
that was atop the hill.
As far as I could see the other figure,
I had to hesitate, the face being so far off,
the contour being all I could translate.
Without a second guess or thought in my chest,
I knew just who it was that settled on that hill,
as if it were fate, or something to which it may relate.

Looking over there,
I remember memories so clear.

Every step is the past,
thats why I dont walk fast.

My calender is just pages with ink,
stopping me from a timeless way to think.

My watch was a reminder of the future,
and my second hand became a blur.

The childhood I had seemed like a dream,
it all went so quick and without me, it did seem.

A morning becomes the night so quick,
my day is starting and over so much, its sick.

The dates to remind ourselves are just bookmarks,
to destroy days and make room for remarks.

The love you have goes at such a speed,
because enough time with anyone will fill the need.

Babies are memories when the elders are dust,
and the faded cards are shredded and playgrounds rust.

The text books speak of dates as if so long ago,
but to those names it was yesterday, or atleast seemed so.

The long nights that felt like forever,
were longer ago then you care to endeavor.

My life is going without me,
I can open my eyes, but I dont see.

Before it can be realized I'll have this done,
and it will be time to set the Sun.

Guess thats just what happens when sand falls,
we lose ourselves and become memories, thats all.

All the time I have,
is all the time I had

It's not by you that I was taught to feel malignant,
just the actions you do,
they programmed me so signifigantly.
Sadly, its all too true, I declare.
For me you wouldnt dare,
stop the trigger squeeze before me.
Please, I couldnt care about such issues,
now I sit here in wonder,
did I misuse you?

Oridnary dreams, and different realities.
These things tease me so,
they give my mind everywhere to go,
but my body stops and dies,
it dies like a war hero,
one that was shot and fell in snow!
There my body lies,
awaiting the identification and proof of valor,
and flags from roof tops will fly for me!
Yes! Yes I say!

....but, not for today....

Don't you feel too much fret,
the sun of tomorrow has yet to set.
The time still lingers to fix regret.
this moment is brief in all your grief,
so grab your heart and run with it,
find a place where you and space are one,
then you can start to make your world fit as everyone.

I've made the promise to live before,
though I haven't always kept it true,
I'll probably break it a few times more.
Still, I will breathe and take,
every sunset for you like no other.
For you're my brother,
to whom no words I can say,
though nothing,
will stop my love for you any day.

Tonight my eyes are red from weeping,
seems two world wars,
are sweeping my mind simultaneously.
Doors seem to close right as they open,
the other side I'm always hoping I might see.
But as of now I've no one in which to confide,
guess I'm still seeking what I hide away,
though nothing,
will stop my love for you any day.

Feels I've lost you a thousand times now,
I don't know how it conceals under my skin,
but as soon as I begin to think I plunder.
Just so hard to grasp that I'll never see you again,
there's not a single time I would ever discard of you and me.
The last years seem a crime with you not in my gravity,
and while the past has tears, your joy will find its way,
though nothing,
will stop my love for you any day.

Yesterday seems so far away,
but I don't care no more.

I just hope that when tomorrow comes around,
I feel like I did before.

I'm sitting here, staring at the door,
waiting for someone new to walk through.
*** I can't keep sittin here for you.

If I were you...
           I'd be free,
                         I'd be anything,
                                       I'd be nothing of me.
      Thats what I wish I was.
      Skip the hype,
      burn the buzz.
      
Make me a dream
Seal it with your fingers
Leave the white label unclear
Dont let me see under your face
Just might linger in my new memory
Staining the clouds of which fill the sky

                     I'm the only one here.
                     This place seems so empty,
                       Just like the hole in your soul,
                         a discarded path, of which there is....
                                           no direction to go

Window, Window, Window.
You show me all the places that I go.
You show me scenes I don't know.

It's like you let my eyes travel outta my head,
this open view into the images of reality.
Now don't feel too wonderful,
after all you can't show me what I have seen,
on the T.V. screen.

Before you leave,
you kiss me with words.
But me, well there is nothing,
to sell me to make me believe.

Sitting there,
two-thousand tons of stone,
and the implosions of every Sun,
leaves me alone staring anywhere.

The story of me is torn,
the pages all burned to ash,
the chapters born new,
whats more when I don't have you?

I knew what you had to say,
even before your lips opened.
That day was the last sliver,
in the setting Sun of our past.

Too busy with ideas and thoughts,
my mind raced to the cliffs of sorrow,
wishing I could borrow, what I won't find,
and that would be another moment of faded time.

I have known you.
I have felt your familiar touch.
I know it can mean, oh so much.
Maybe I'll see you aroun' again,
or in another town again.

You ask me
If I'm bleeding
Many shades of blue
I say silently
Yes baby it' very true
But when I do so
Well it's because
I am without you.

Everyday I jump out my window,
as if to say something unusual.
But it wouldnt be out of the ordinary,
to say what I have to say though.
And what it is,
is that I carry with me a heart.
One oh so full of feeling.
It wouldnt be worth stealing what you own,
or atleast thats what I've always heard,
but for me it was what I sure did need.
Now my patch has been sewn and cured.
After all I have my baby back.
Felt like such a long long time.
But it would seem that a lack of eyes,
is what made me see for the first time,
in quite a while.
Not like there was a disguise,
just couldnt get over that old rhyme.

In recent day our loves been so discarded,
already I regret the way you departed,
I wished to say hello,
but you were goodbye before I could do so.
Makes me miss when we talked of love for hours,
but those days of ours have faded like the stars above.
I recall the burning love I desired,
it kept me up when I was tired,
was the only joy I ever knew.
That's why I wrote this for you.

Only yesterday I spoke of your beauty.
Both inside and out you are all I see.
Though the line I'm hung on ain't that strong,
your words unsung would just be paint on a fence,
and to say that's all I need in my present tense,
would be oh so wrong.
Now I see it's only you for which I should care,
that's how come I don't stare in a pale hue,
that's how I fought for your love anew,
that's how I wrote this for you.

It seems so unfair, to think.
     The thoughts I misplaced in a blink.
                          The momentary lost. The temporary cost.

I recall when,
I felt like nothing,
in anything at all.
I was a shoe,
without a foot.
Never anywhere,
did I ever stay put.
But now, somehow.
I feel so right,
like a owl at night.
I found where I belong,
a place I can know,
all along this was it.
Now I'm a man,
with a face to show.

The storybook reads it's the end,
but the only worry you feel,
is that pretend may just be real.

I close my eyes once a day,
to think of the events that did unfold,
seems we would be untold if only feet away.

Goals don't carry time at all.
The future and the the outcomes, I find scary.
That's why I don't mark calanders, I mark the wall.

Love is something many can find,
but time shows its better,
when you nor your love even knows.

Of the feeling hurt, I've been a guest.
Can make the best memories, seem the worst,
but that's no reason to steal the love that came first.

Some just need to find the start of their way.
In the gust of wind anything may free your mind,
for me it must be when I left the door of a play.

Long after we last kissed,
I still feel your lips so strong.
Before my eyes fall on yours,
I still feel excitement behind the door.
And when I'm sharing time with you,
I know that it's love, I am in.
With things going this way,
I can swifly and safely say,
I'll love you any day.

Now if you could go inside my mind,
what you would find, you'd smile so grand.
What it is, is that your love I abide,
it's your side by which I'll always stand.
If you think to yourself,
you don't believe me, just take a look,
at when you did leave me,
it's clear that my world shook and I did sway.
But my dear all that lets me say,
I'll love you any day.

There she goes, and here I come.
In the morning Sun only she knows me.
If we were done, why did she say hello?
When she could have packed up,
and been all too ready to go.
I know our fire is strong,
and I know we know our love.
I don't long for another,
but can we make it this time,
loving the other, and beat the rhyme?

She's on her way,
and it is here that I stay.
If I could have left,
well I would have already.
But for a reason unknown,
she has committed a theft on me.
Because no matter what is ahead,
I just can't see what it is,
that is alone in her heart.

Here she comes, and there I go.
Walking down a road I don't know.
I know from the start it won't last,
but to go back to my past is too much.
Whether it's bravery or forgiveness I lack,
it won't make such a change in what I see.
Now isn't it strange how we can't leave,
yet I bet I could never trust,
or believe it when you say it's only me.

Forever imprinted on my mind,
forever a stain on my heart.

You're the girl I dreamed of,
before I even dreamed for love.

Together through whatever may come,
you're the stars that shine past my Sun.

No need to worry.
  What's the hurry love?
     We have the rest of forever,
        our lives will always be together.