I’ve seen a ghost inside of me
It mocks the things I wish that I could be

Return is my downfall and forward is the key
And you hold everything I need.

I don’t mean to boast but I’ve seen bigger things than what your eyes have seen
But I’ve gouged out my own eyes and forgotten all the memories

Don’t turn your back on what you’ve learned it will keep you when your heart grows cold
If only we’d remember the lessons we were never told.

I wish I could write the memories of the things that I have never done
But take me as you find me you know that I could never come

To find the grace been given I can feel your urgency
Pride is on my shoulder it’s the villain that has captured me.

This person who I have become is wrecking things and breaking down the only part of who I was and I must say,
That I believe in everything and I can’t seem to find my way but searching has only left me empty
So be the ghost inside of me and haunt my every being it’s the only way that I could ever be
You’re grace is like the autumn leaves falling down on everything I wish this moment would never pass me by.

I feel like the old soul has emerged again.
White couch sat in front of the window.
Brown legs perched up on the sill
and jazz piano with soft symbol and snare.
Tap,stizz,stizz, tap
My foot audible in the back
Ba, da, ba, ba, da, bah!

God is here,
Beyond the daring frown of roses
beyond the scream of minor C
on the touch of your finger tips
as it sets my soul on fire when you touch my lips

overrated thought of afterlife
taken over the passing of a cloud
breaching the outer-sphere
finding the edge of the world
before the end is here

Savage the thought that God has always been here
world is me,
all that I could ever infer
This time,
the beautiful journey of evolution
crafting the precision behind "crying"
drives my tears

bowing to gravity
my tears drops are falling

For all that I fear
let's start over
for all that you dare
lets start over
this is our last chance
to hold hands, to dance
this is our last chance
to last this romance

Pondering and wondering what it's like

If it's an antique

why is it kept in the dark?

I doubt I remember how I got caught in this chaos

How my patterns stayed in concentration of actions

I caged myself through my own words and definitions

Holding down my own drifting sense of apex

In the dark,

where no body could imagine what we could be up to

we danced

forgetting to live?

Strings get thin and thinner, never torn

How gloomy will I fall at the end

If you let me

If I fall at the end

will you catch me?

my being-equation: a complex matter of variables

more or less meaningless

add me up

less me down

lose me

equal me to zero and define me again with your infinite thoughts

sigh ...

stings fade

requiem walks the night as if neither of us ever existed

and that defines us the way no one ever has

places Ive been, familiar places where Jesus had reborn

Moses cuts the sea in half

When ****** discovered the first time,
he likes the style of his mustache

we all wonder, but I wandered

I never harmed trees - or never intended to.
We both consume sugar
We both love the sunlight
We both dance with the music of the wind
and we both are grounded, rooted, and often in the way

I walk out of this door

as I walk under the rain, singing my simple song of breathe

I rush out to reach you to yell how I feel

Screaming out, inside out

Torn and happy, tired yet proud to tell you that I love you

right out load

- all I am living for.

The memory of my father is wrapped up in
white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.

Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits
out of his hat, he drew love from his small body,

and the rivers of his hands
overflowed with good deeds.

I don't Know if history repeats itself
But I do know that you don't.

I remember that city was didvided
Not only between Jews and Arabs,
But Between me and you,
When we were there together.

We made ourselves a womb of dangers
We built ourselves a house of deadening wars
Like men of far north
Who build themselves a safe warm house of deadening ice.

The city has been reunited
But we haven't been there together.
By now I know
That History doesn't repeat itself,
As I always knew that you wouldn't.