Rogue thoughts, rogue letters, rogue signs
Telling me baby just climb
Rogue voices, rouge ripples in time
Having said it all feelings collide
Rogue service, rogue settles on the shore
But maybe that's what I'm looking for
Rogue shuffle, rouge faces, rogue door
Tell me when & where, knocking wanting more
Rogue distance, rogue thieves in the dark
Say I'm too afraid or let it all work
Rogue lights, rogue mystery in the air
One life with too much care?
Rogue city, rogue everywhere around
Just really need to slow this down.

Right and wrong
What a waste
Spreading like an awful taste
Wrong and right
Are here again
Words seem only to ascend
Right and wrong
But who really wins
Coming up on such a whim
Wrong and right
Can't stay forever
Says everyone who gives an effort
Right and wrong
Too sane to think
Or maybe not at all.

Soft lips, unspoken
Staring blank
Around again
Word by word
Replaying the scene
Dramatic
Hyperbole
No rehearsal
Pastime practice
Pastime haunting
Pastime caring
Pastime's gone.

Stay here with me.

Seeing the invisible
Whatever sense that might need
Whatever door you opened
With that ****** key
Seeing the invisible
It's no the 'I' who can't agree
The honesty forever set free
To go against me with stabbing envy
Seeing the invisible
A question of reality
To whom do I hold dearest but of thee?
Cursing in the night, oh let be!
Seeing the invisible destructively.

Numb in the tongue
All encompassing
Hope sliced
Sauteed and served on the side
Spiced by danger
Warm but not enticed
With anger and humiliation
My trust captured and convicted
The frustration and dispersal
This is not order.
Not mine anyway.

Love or hate
A silent fate
Beyond what most hold true.

Ignorance, wisdom
A silver lining and then some
Concepts living frayed among my mind.

Soft or hard
And bleeding scars
Rushing movement constant every single day.

Life and death
But all depress
Into stardust, ever mournful without cause.

Open or closed
A worshiped host
With little understanding of it all.

This or that
It all comes back
Till black and white collide in total chaos.

An echo; a friend
Shout out or pretend
To live a pleasant life
But for now just depends
If there's a voice I truly hear
Or if I can ever send
A message of my heart
That you might commend
For being ever true
Despite where I've been
Sitting here alone
My thoughts from a pen.