Every song rings with them, their bittersweet echoes seep into the melodies
Every photo bring us back to a time we yearn for
Every day marks the beginning of another love, another loss, another memory
We are polluted with memories
We create memories every day
And each new one never really leaves
It simply manifests itself in a different facet of our lives
Be it a place,
A song,
A shirt,
A person,
The possibilities and triggers are endless
Living with them will bring everything from tears to joy
We may be poisoned by them
Or we may be lifted by them
But they are there, whether we like it or not
And just like the coffee stain on my desk
My memories will never leave me

A stolen heart lost that's in confusion
reaches a conclusion and admits confesses
their delusion and steps into the sun
the rays soak embedding in pores
cleansing and bathing his dismay
in golden hues
the tears and ache begin to reduce
a reclusive event of clarity
live and let live melodies
pierce his eardrums
in silent peace the sirens at bay
freeing him from the sound of the parkway
Liberated

My feet urged me on
as the wind fought against my will
and forced tears from my eyes
A passing face resembling yours
had me back tracking and
I stared back at the ghostly figure
Realizing my mind was playing tricks on me
My pace quickened hastily
The blackened Sea rushing in beside me
I allow the waves of emotion to recede
Back into the deepest part of me
Burying them in the sands of time
Knowing that the tale will forever be engraved in mind
A scar that can be spied in my manner with a well trained eye
A weakness not so easily disguised tho I try
and with my heart on my sleeve I drifted out to sea with no
life jacket to keep me from drowning
At that point I thought it easier than living
For an emotion that's so glorified adorned in beauty
It surely cuts deeper than hating ever could
Leaving you wondering which of the two is the greater evil?

I can picture us
sitting on our porch during sunrise
Rays glistening off the morning dew
Staring into eachothers
wrinkled eyes
   Indented by a thousand shared smiles
As tears of joy run down our faces
in the realization that all of our dreams came true

I can see us
gracefully reaching the end of our days
Reminiscing as the sunsets on your beautiful face
Holding tightly onto eachothers hands
   Laughing at all the things we used to do
and the thing that gets me each and everytime
is I have no doubt you see it too

He sat fogging up the glass by the window pane
Watching the aftermath of a great white storm
and as he sipped his hot cup of tea
He remembered his youth with his bride lucy

When they were fresh healthy and bright
They'd sit by the fire on a cold winters night
and cherish the time spent in laughter drinking wine
But oh my friend how time goes by

Lucy's hair had changed it was as white as the snow
and her laughter had change into untangible moans
and Lucy couldnt remember those old fiery nights
Lucy was always confused and full of fight

No matter what the doctors say
The man waits for that very special day
When Lucy turns red blushing with smiles and says
Oh my Love remember when...

Wrenching lonely hearts plunge into the abyss
moaning over sleepless nights
With concrete weights attached to their wrists
and they cling to the tapestries of days spent
Coming up with endless theories of how or why
they were reduced to this
Beating their chest hoping the ache would forfeit
and the physical stain leaves the worst hunger pains
Graveling for a crumb of red velvet cake
Shaken to the core in the wake of a bed that's occupied no more
Twisting in the sheets
on the hooves of love's defeat
Playing beats to ease the tension
in desperate search of redemption but
within those late hours there's nothing but darkness
Wishing endlessly that they could depart from
the trials faced in rejection
Perspectives blackened and scorched
by a lover's torch

When I was a kid,
My favorite place in the world
Was a park bench.

I used to sit at the end of the bench,
   Dangling my feet,
      Pretending to drive mother-with-child and
         Man-with-newspaper to their appointed destinations.

There, my friends and I spent hours
Playing forts,
   And robber-in-jail,
      And church.

And, though my friends never complained,
I'm sure they never appreciated that wonder
Spot, as much as I did.

Often, I would do my homework on a park bench.
At other times, I would lay down and
Look up through the trees
Talking with Johnny Mac about life and girls.

So, it shouldn't surprise you that I asked my sweetheart
To marry me on a park bench,
Like the one I grew up with,
Or that I should go THERE, when my wife died.

Today, I tease pigeons with popcorn
And swap stories heard a hundred times before.

I'm happy.

I'm glad to have had such memories.
And I'm glad to have had the feeling
Of a park bench.

I have had many highs
And fooled around with lows
Felt nicotine’s sweet sigh
After mans savage blows
Caffeine runs my morning
And sedatives my night
But you came without warning
Of side effects to fight
Addiction is my sin
Though lately I've been true
Yet every single bone within
Is still a slave to you