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Evening Ways Aug 2014
Along side the hills I drive
Wondering about the night before me
Where the moon will rise high
And my eyes will widen
Oh sweet diminished claim you've scooped me up again

Were my friends aware of my altercation
Behind my eyes and beneath the surface?
All the while searching for a soul to ask me
About the unexplained and my heart on days before
Swept away so long ago

A whisper quiet asked me if the few around
Could hold a knife in the name of what is right
Or dance away in disbelief
While I mop my self up and off the side walk
Curious about my breath and vision
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I've walked this far and come along way to even consider turning back
The night has been long
But that is how it should be

The moon rose high
And my eyes were widened
Surrounded by the game
I walk away to find a pen
Evening Ways Apr 2014
Now as the cold paraded its barren stride
Across the unkept fields
The land glows with a subdued affection
And illuminates perceivable years

Across the expanse walks my dame
Pacing with ease, steps true and light hearted
A flowing ribbon stair igniting sacred memory
Her eyes, my passion shines to vent the unexpected

As well there should be cause for grace
Where for the moments that made us dissipate in a fog of static memory
And dissolve in to the setting sun like ash into dark waters
For no man walks this earth unscathed
And I, as being one of the many, am not partnered with exception.

I will spend the time I have been given
With you memory not on leave
And appraise ever image of your presence
Before they wither, and can no longer be perceived
Your whisper will speak life when I slip away
Only above city lights does she ever walk with me.
For she who walks the earth
Evening Ways Sep 2014
Distant I have grown
While knowing all the while to care for my world
The sounds of those around me
Rushing cars and lively streets
Have often gone unnoticed
Reducing the details of recollection and memory

From time to time the page has turned
Pouring the world right into me
Where then all things are noticed
And I am a sound on lively streets again
But only for a time

After again my distance grows
From spark to wild flame
Until the next time I am swallowed
By tsunamis in a hurricane;
To douse all fires I have lit
I must drown in the storm
For if I do I'll them be carried  
Out to sea, immersed, reborn
Evening Ways Jul 2014
Dissociation held my hand while walking home in the rain.
Stripped of any voice to speak I hummed to my self an unfamiliar melody. Places I don't remember led me up to its door step where I knew only a brief introduction was asleep on the couch inside. Glancing back to find the streets had turned away I held my breath and knocked politely. Nothing made a sound and I paused for quite a while. Others in the house would be more then happy to watch me go swimming from their view up high on a bridge, but hope for this one shot should have been just behind the door, while I'm out here in the rain. A curtain moved as I got a hunch that there were never any options and saw the eyes one whom Id once loved there behind the cloth. This was it, this was the end of the road. A placed it seemed I had imagined came to light for a chance to destroy me. I reached for my belt and drew a grenade beating the door with all of my might. Assailants rushed down the steps as I kicked it in. They filed out of their house with swords rushing down the street to mine as I stepped into my living room with a pin in my left hand. The assailants came up to my curb and saw an array of splinters and glass. They looked towards one another and as the streets before me, turned away. Disappearing with out a trace.
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Evening Ways Jul 2014
To crack a voice
If the tongue throws away
Much needed words
As quiet fell the voice
None spoke
When right the time came
My blame was placed away from me
All shame placed curses on the words
And further now we drift
Away from simple clarity
Darkest now I see
Aborted hope soon spoken to the grave
Then quiet falls the shame
Evening Ways Apr 2014
Sweet drenching rain
Blanketing I like the warmth of a fire
Soothing and coercing me
Rearranging what I do so desire
  
Removing my direction towards
A tight grip on withered pain
Forcing me towards a reflective solitude
Worse defeated, in my directionless game

Alerting me now so responsive
In cleansing I from greater pain
Sweet drenching rain bury me in your ocean
Of directed waters
Keeping me almost sane
Evening Ways May 2014
Strictly through a reed  
I breathe a little bit of oxygen
Caring less about life above the ice
Dismissent of a common feel, to be unmindful of the air
I stammer less in storms of wind
For they fill my lungs
I only care about the reed
It is a simple life and I know it
Every part of my routine is only focused on the air
But if I die I'm released from water prisons,
And break my focus.
Content while air is right.
Evening Ways Jul 2014
Breathing off beat
She woke up half asleep
And knocked a picture off the bed post
He was breathing close
And fell a little less then silent to the floor
If only she had noticed
Not been thinking 'bout the dream
He would maybe breath again
And she would keep their happiness in tact
With or with out the fact of duet heart beats
Lulling her to sleep
She feeds from loving memory
When all is said and done
He kissed their happiness good bye
And lit the morbid candle
On way down falling to the floor
She never kissed the beauty of their love
Just dreamed while rolling over
Keeping track of perfect seconds
But the time to act soon came and passed
Relaxed she knocked the picture on his head.
The poetic format used is playing off of the slots in our memory that we fill with coherency in order to follow to conversation
Evening Ways Mar 2014
Dance
My lady of doom
Show me how to
Walk
Away from the sun
As I outrun the day
I'm running out of solutions
You gave
Still you would dance
Unto the sound of my name
But I outran the grave

Take take my life
Lady of light
Oh show me how
So we may
Break through the night
Lover so bright
Oh keep me sound
Wonderer leading the way

Grace
Mine haunting became
Who walks in the garden
Maybe you
My lady of doom
Dressed in my eulogy
No distant sense of illusion will save
My face a painting, a slave
It's canvass I burned
Oh oh I outran the grave

Take take the days oh please take me
Lady leading the way
Oh show me how
Don't waste duration
After facing the day
Just maybe to save
Me by you name
I have outran the grave

Oh lady of light

Break through the night
Ascend beyond mourning  
Travel not blindly the garden waits to be burned
My lady of light out run with me kindly
Only In knowing that life is solemnly earned
Travel Not Blindly
Evening Ways Apr 2014
Weather I go unnoticed
Or open arms unto the public
Fear, oh soothing white grasp
Gleams hopeful to unclear me
Less we had cried,
Damnation spoke along the way

"Trail off, trail off;
Fears cloak shades life from reach to you;
Though worry lame
Is keen for hearts so hardened;
My fractured child,
Drain your soul and I will stay..."

...Burn my omens whisper,
Burn as I face the day
Evening Ways Aug 2014
For all was tame and quiet,
Pin drop symphonies rang the bells of my attention
As sound seemed very absence
But in the presence of movement over known
Emitting silent ******
My seances only were aroused
When all the limbs came round the bend
To tumble over interruption
While passive in their flail
A lonely lady frail soon moved from in the dark
Lent to the tilt of my eyes a gentlemen
Then floating out of balance
So near to me in absence of the sun

Lips divided slowly
Seeping breath of the flowing pale
Such absence clustered, subtle glowing
Painted figures from shadows as she stretched the crooked hand
To ***** my collar with uneasiness
While nameless forces bloomed
To guid her fingers to my breast plate
Envy shook within her eyes
That tasted visions of a heart beat
Never pulsing in her ribs
That soon unhinged and spread around me
But in i dove before the grasp
So she would not consume my soul

My body landed in a room
That was the same as such before
I left its confines while floating
Never greeting who soon came
Around the corner, solid form
A figure with my name and face
His heart was absent

Waiting, always waiting
To extend a hand to lonely wonderers.
Evening Ways May 2014
Changing at an alter
As to fault my state of mind
Less permanent when pursued
Captured perfect when the blame is all mine

So I'll peek over the dawn after rising
Soon as night time colors fade
A grieving child am I after consequence
Blaming only the loss of my ways

To perfect would it be as to stumble
Over the cross heirs tangled sight
Falling then into an oyster
Where I am harbored from piercing day light

Maybe the sun I wish to blame
For tumbling off my sheltered road
No such denial shall reprove the yielded dream
A directional view no longer can I hold
When released I'll have faulted pursued self defeat
Evening Ways Feb 2015
Serenity my impractical refrain
What oceans I have seen could not contain you
Still from long ago
You sleep with sediment in caves of night
Aiding my excuse not to come rescue

While only you could rescue me
And iron out my body crumpled
To let us sleep with tidy sheets
Relived of grime and filth that has compiled upon my years
Believing I can live with out
A single decent peace of mind
Oppression now has swam up stream
And lurks between resembled shadows
Of the memories adhering only to your name

Oh serenity my impractical refrain
Through fault, from which I’ve been delivered
A bitter place I’ve built around my self
Know that amends are only spoken towards your name
Depleted, torn and strewn I simmer
Swept a ‘withered, for oppression now lies within

Arise a faint acknowledge towards me
If ever you wish to return
And I will tend my bed so rightly
For our sound sleep, together, healing burns
Evening Ways Sep 2014
Sweet silence tamed the breeze
With brisk of pale scathed blue
Granulated through the air
And set my mood
These days before the autumn
Where I have learned to carry
Peddle on and set the marks
Towards all and in whom I choose to pace my care

Frayed I feel my cuffs
Right on the edge
Swaying synchronized within the breeze
And too my steps are fluid
Almost dancing on the seconds
I'm alive to swing my skip
Un-mindingly by abandon houses  
Built and raised on my life's road
This memory lane

I am a sail of seasons changing
Autumn winds a fuel cascading forward my vessel
Over known oceans of remorse
What sorrow deepest I had formed beneath the hull
Now act a platforms, open highways to the east
Of our sun rising on a woken world
In active motion to fulfill
What we know must be done
Now here to reach
What loving hands may greet you
Know me in prevail sailing on today

And when assembles evening
Just as eyes fix darker shades
Upon a world that with me swoons in pleasure
I would see a night time soon to rest me
After all has been appreciated
No single point or high
Our autumn is approaching
With life's true care
Reaching out from my truthful eyes
Evening Ways Apr 2014
Layman's troubles, you fickle bode,
Who picks apart my breaths incentives,
And hastens my growing old.
Oh why can not you find
But one excuse to leave me,
For if the move was partnered
I'd grin and jump across the sea,
To find a locked up place to hide
Til' you decide to change your mind,
And sure you will,
You have before,
Then came with troubles new;
Searched, and found me hidden beneath the floor.

I hope some day you'll understand
My eyes of darkened shades,
And why they churn a fire burning,
Wishing you would end these days.
Only then will I choose to leap
Across the sea once more.
For a chance to walk on ground not burdened
By my troubles
That burn all open doors.
Evening Ways Jul 2014
Precious complications
The will to be impressed
Has gone away
To far forward
Mindless feeble altercations
The fear of what is left
Is hear to stay
Please refrain from harmony
If you can't see
What is infront of you
I'll be forced to tell a lie
Don't  make me take it to the grave
My left hand sank through a bible
Waiting for the world to burn
Beyond the day
I was waiting for freedom

True freedom travels in a mask
Disguised as tainted oxygen
Breath and believe the true
The abyss is calling you  

I found
Life above
The cannons of bliss
Firing In the dark
We broke
Love below
Untimely cliches
So we could leave a mark
These eyes
Built the gun
Now who is the man
Trying to speak the truth
I found life above
The cannons of bliss
I will remember you

No need toy with stop and go
The will to be alone
Wakes up the day
Unquestionable treason
Crack a smile
and break the bones
The hands of birthright given thrones
Move in the shade
Please keep you distance
I will refrain from here
Where uncertainty is clear
It's a life I'm accustomed to  
Moving through the motions
To save me
If you can change my mind
I ask you do it under wraps
In secret searching for freedom

Now and then
I'll attempt to defend the pain
Refurbish the past
Try to remember why
Now and then
I'll attempt to defend the pain
Prove that I'm insane
And make my way from there
If we can
Let's remember to **** the pain
Revisit the facts
And know that this is why
True freedom travels in a mask disguised as tainted oxygen
Breath and believe the truth
In not allowing cannon fire
To become white noise to you

I found
Life above
The cannons of bliss
Firing In the dark
We broke
Love below
Untimely cliches
So we could leave a mark
These eyes
Built the gun
Now who is the man
Trying to speak the truth
I found life above
The cannons of bliss
I will remember you
Evening Ways Apr 2014
My darling swells like the rivers of a sunset
Waiting for me
Hiding behind what is seen
Though no surprises seems to escalate
I am washed with bitter poison
Seen then from behind it all
Where she was waiting for me
No excuses left to supersede

Oh she liked to move
Tranced
Arms wailing in the back
And flailing out from behind her
-
Never will anything more
Sit down my soul
For a necessary lesson
On just what it's all about  
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She liked to move
To the commotion of fortune

My darling speaks
Blinding me from
All disconnection
In my ecstatic state
I leave a weary life to be
Behind me
As then we bleed
Color, dimension and new virtue
Into my open hands
Filling the gaps between my dreams
She staggers not

And I look past the world
again

I tremble
Stepping behind what is seen
Where she was waiting for me

I tremble
Stepping behind what is seen
Where she was waiting to free my soul

Oh I see the truth
Clear
Whole hearted in the face of it's elliptical reason
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She liked to move
To the commotion of fortune
May I live life again
Lyrics to "The Commotion of Fortune" by one of my projects The Swindlin' Tricks. You can see this song played live at the world cafe in Philly http://youtu.be/y2BZ_-n8Pqo
Evening Ways Apr 2014
Have we yet captured the schemes of our misfortune
A solace granted to us, picketed by our tedious hangups
Oh lost have we been
Wondering the labyrinths halls

Each time we find our steps take us no further
Our stagger is broken
By a light projecting life outside the hallways walls
While envy flaunts it's final solutions
In loo of a future we are attempting to grasp
Our steps move us further once again

Now, just as forgotten times before
Do I see that the peaces of our scheme
Are collected gradually over time
and my mind is the cage for their housing

The fragments are fluid and known
To our past selves on a distant day
But now I live life again from a stance of their recall
While at the same time tempted
To step back to the labyrinths halls
Evening Ways Apr 2015
Little Ms. Bleach-Jean-Jacket
With the pixie cut high boot style,
Rolls her eyes sarcastically behind
Glasses, and a flirtatious desire
And wonders if the professor
Likes what he sees
At the smallest two person table.
Reading willing and able
To **** his student raw
Although she knows this,
That’s the plan;
Academic battle strategy,
She thinks it a talent
Double-talking with her hands to ****** him.
Wrist bones whispering
“No one else here has to know”
She shyly smiles and laughs in her mind,
“Sad fool thinks some day ill go home with him”.
“Sad fool just game me that extension”
The sad fool checks an email defeated,
Ms. Bleach-Jean-Jacket has won.
Evening Ways Apr 2014
To the moon, my sweet eclipse of gale.
Tread soundly, have reason spilled upon you.
As sweet white skin drilled with creators upon your face seem new though games of time play tricks upon you.
Have no tricks cloud your new expression while your face is shown.
Shedding reflected light upon the pieces of my past, connected with a spear impaled through the heart of time... still lost along the way.
Have I known the way to reach you, spilling blood on my coffins door. Liquid stained through generations, a starlight yet to show true mornings canvases, past you, reflecting your light of whitest, through red, blue or harvest, thee suspends me above sadness.
Past the frail illusions of day.
Evening Ways May 2014
Have heaven now **** me
Prior glimmering in its shade
Where every fear then not conclude
The stolen voices that she gave

To me on the wings and shoulders
Loosely agitated fogs
To collapse a mist of my see-throughence
Scaring blind hands reaching for love

Maybe in a whisper
Maybe in a wondering soul

Have darkness now judge me
After light has grown me old
Where often so still comes the protrusion
Of empty words from so long ago  

Along the way I've been dismantled
Now heaven lifts it's mighty blade
While wishing only to've heard the faintest
Sound of love so beautifully unfrayed

Maybe in a whisper
Maybe in a wondering soul

— The End —