I sit alone sipping my drink,
Staring out at the moon.
I think and I wish and I hope and I pray,
That my love will be along soon.

She told me to wait,
Til my heads ******* on straight
Til my heart knows what it needs.

And it's true in the past,
I've been the last one who laughs,
But now I'm the first one who bleeds.

It took a dozen first dances,
And even more second chances
Until the hole in my pocket was found.

And as I stitched up the cleft,
To save what was left,
I heard the last of it fall to the ground.

And There I stood in a daze,
As it sprinted away,
Down the alley and down the street.

Now what piece did I lack,
That would sutcher the crack,
And make the picture complete?

So I sit alone sipping my drink,
the fireflies play me a tune,
And deep down I wonder, I hope, and I pray,
That my love will be along soon.

Blood drips from the ceiling,
Blood sweats through the floor,
Blood trails down the windows,
Blood covers the door.

And you mop up the  blood,
Bucket after bucket,
Til you just say, "**** it."
And leave.

Hey there mister,
How'd you'd get that hook?
I got it out at sea,

There was a fun loving *****,
With a rusty wrench,
Telling me where I couldn't be.

Hey there mister,
How'd you get that patch?
I got it out at sea,

There was an unfed parrot,
With a ***** mouth,
Who plucked it out of me.

Hey there mister,
Where'd you get that peg leg?
Let me guess,
Out at sea?

Well I lost my leg,
Up in Winnipeg,
When I was run over by a taxi.

What is that, what is that?
A woman I see!
A hope, a hope,
The perhaps soon will be,
Some *** that's consensual,
Oops I saw up her skirt,
And she's a *******.

You are the seed,
The sapling, the tree.
You are the drop,
The bucket, the sea.

You are the sand,
The dessert, the dune.
You are the land,
The sky, the moon.

You are the Earth,
The sun, the Galaxy.
You are the space,
The time, the infinity.

You are the wind,
The shadow, the everything.
You are the life,
The death, the anything.

The ground was dried by your umbrella,
the rain couldn't quite pierce through your shell.
the comets tail was interstellar,
Grab ahold or sink to hell.

My cigarettes are slowly burning
Your head is aching still,
With each regret you must be learning,
Life is empty without will.

Come lay in the garden with me
Come lay, and have no fear,
Feel the rays flow warmly through you,
Feel it all just disappear.

You are the only one i want to see me this way.
As i fly away.

There is a light that shines in me,
even in the dark,
At times it comes off as a glow,
or barely just a spark.
And the only way the fire grows,
into a blazing white,
Is when I open up myself,
And myself become the light.

Caught in the tape,
I can't escape.
"Don't eat me,"
Is my last plea.

Trapped in the net,
I've only regret.
Please return me,
back to the sea.

Lost in the maze,
for hours, for days,
"why am i the one,
you prey upon?"

I open my mouth and the marbles fall out,
Roll to the floor and trip my feet.
My eyes drown, and my ears silence.
My nose clogs and my body goes numb.
You make no sense.

On the string of your harp I'm plucked,
With each vibration i'm ******.
The melody,
That was played for me,
Has left me **** out of luck.

Each note that's played,
Leaves me skinned and flayed.
The artistry,
in destroying me,
Has me open and displayed.

The oak tree's fallen leaves,
Hit the ground as no one grieves.
The ghost of the air,
With no one to care,
Catches rain from broken eaves.

The song's been written.
The apple's been bitten.
And the Kaleidoscope,
Of ***** and dope,
Is a lifetime lost in quitting.

The sentence is ending,
As the edges are blending.
Some colors for you,
Some reds, some blues,
For hopelessly hoarding or spending.

lay down please and look to the sky.
the stars twinkle, but they have all died.
You taught me love,
You taught me to need,
But you failed to teach me what to do when i bleed.

You said that you loved me,
you said that you cared,
you said that you'd follow me where nobody dared.

You are the reason i came out of my shell,
and the reason that currently my life is hell.
I thought that leaving you was my best bet,
but little did i know it'd be my biggest regret.

Your voice it haunts me,
in my dreams, and though it seems,
and i feel it always will,
Your spirit in me is not an easy one to ****.

you will compare every other to me,
but no one will fulfill completely.
We are two pieces of a fantastic whole
the emptiness you'll find in the depths of your soul,
the saltiness of an unkind sea.

you are me and i am you
the feeling is instinct though it's all brand new
rip it out now and take it away
If you have then keep it
I'm all yours to slay.

Sometimes i despair the species,
uncorked bottles, twist off tops,
and swirling smoke break them to pieces.
Words with no weight make them crumble
Glances slice, whispers mar,
and every crack makes them stumble.

Our souls are not pure but we still expect,
greetings from God, golden palaces,
plucking harps, love and respect.
But yet we're still so full of hope,
Electrified corpses, dancing clowns,
The Jester, the fool, the dope.

And how we love commodities,
The strange, the weird, the oddities,
Like it's all some ****** up odyssey
Just a race to get there first.

And how we learn to loathe the mundane
the dull, the drab, darkened distain
like the good ain't great if there aint no pain
And the ending's always the worst

If we live each breath,
as  it's our last,
Then the gleam shall fade,
from every past.

And our words will echo, if we hope and pray,
that tomorrow means nothing if we don't have today.

Can you catch me?
I don't think so,
I've gone a place that you won't know.

Maybe I'm behind the tree,
Or caught in the water,
the salt of the sea,

Or Maybe I'm in the gully
Hidden by giants,
but not quite fully.

Are there leaves big enough to cover me?
Are there knots where there can't be the knots that should be?
A hole to hide me
A place to confide me
But be me in a knot that should not be?

Riddle, raddle, fiddle, faddle,
up a creek without a paddle
Could I give up without a battle?
blood and guts and fiddle faddle.

the veins of my heart burst,
the crackle of my throat thirsts,
but can you guess what's the worst?
that we're all cursed,
marbles and bratwurst,
laid on the table as the first
Born is the water star that quenches the thirst,
exploding all suns in a cosmic ray burst.
But ray is to me as play is to you,
an extension of a point leads you someplace new.

I'm found at last,
the stones been passed,
My love, of a love,
is love of the past.

Now picture this, a town, a place,
A distant land, far away.
You're all alone, left on the shore,
You venture inward, towards the core.
And in the center, what you find,
Well, undoubtedly blows your mind.

A place that is colorblind,
where money is mute,
A hug buys your meal,
and you always commute.

A place that is warm,
where the rain stays away,
And the sun shines upon us,
with nothing to say.

A place where the people
never hold a grudge,
Each opinion is valued,
and nobody's judged.

A place with no illness,
No gossip, or fights
Where holding hands and marching bands,
are quite common sights.

And in this place,
you're one of a kind,
For a distraught grimace
Is hard to find.

But you're welcomed in,
delightedly so,
With a pat on the back,
and grand "Hello!

And the town's mayor,
He shakes your hand,
and says welcome young sir,
"To the happiest land!"

"We love, as you see,
as a blind man loves,
With no help from news,
or the sky above.

"We judge not others for their choices,
throw no stones, silence no voices.
Our love is equal and devout,
Our dedication, without doubt."

You smile at him and then you say,
"If only the real world worked this way."

I'm the name that you mutter
Under your breath
I'm the life that you save
I'm the cheating of death
I'm the sand in your sandals
I'm the crook in your neck
I'm the paupers last glimpse
of the riches he left
I'm your apple branches
I'm your falling grace
I'm the belonging you lost
that you swore to replace.
I'm the windows clear picture
I'm your obstructed view
I'm the priest and the choir
the steeple, the pew
i'm the one you left empty
with nothing to hold
But lust and regrets
and they're all growing old
I'm the one you wanted,
the one you forgot,
I'm the one that you'll think of,
when you gavotte.
I'm your absolute zero,
i'm the one you'll compare
I'm the one you left broken.,
beyond disrepair
I'm the one you left burning,
on your simple stove
I'm the one that you see
when you're eyelids are closed

Pain is there,
hate is there,
but i can't find happy anywhere.

Maybe he's in the windowsill
Maybe he's under that dollar bill
Maybe he's been torn apart
like the pieces that fall from
a broken heart.

Maybe's he's hidden in the sky,
Maybe he's our only reason why.
Maybe he's fallen into a pit,
Where history shows there's no proof of it.

Maybe he's been here the entire time,
But only appears in the right state of mind.

One cold hard winter in the heart of France
A place of peace and sweet romance
Back ago, some centuries,
In the white of fog and snow flurries
Comes a tale I know to be true,
Of a heartless beast they called Courtaud.

He came from the woods with his hellish call,
Passed through the forgotten desolate wall,
And marched with his pack and a taste for blood
through the pivot blanc and the icy mud.
And bless any soul that they came upon,
For réduit à l'essentiel,
then they'd be gone.

Oh and your fate was grim if you ever did see,
the diabolique, loups de Paris.

They'd find you, bind you, leave just scattered bones,
In the alley, the market, église, or home.
They'll taunt you, haunt you, right down to your core
They'll rip you to shreds and leave your body limp et mort

But the commoners spirit was mighty and strong,
and they sat down to think and before very long,
Came up with a plan to rid them of Courtaud,
The hound from hell, and his wild pack too.

So one harrowed night in le  Ile de La Cité,
they found the vieux loup with his stance at the ready,
And with steady minds and keeping their distance
To where they went was no coincidence,
For when they reached the steps of Notre Dame,
Courtaud and his crew met a mightier throng,

By sticks and stones they all were buried,
By whatever the villagers could manage to carry,
And mal courtaud, his head did swoon,
as he took his last gasp under le lune.
With the 40 lay dead, he himself had slained,
and a pile of stone was all he became.

So remember dear enfants when you lie en tes lit
That you'll always be safe from Les Loups de Paris

I hate everything that the world's become
Whizz, flash, bang, and nobody's interested.
Bore me with banter, **** me with complaints,
Trap me in timelines, and wrap me in restraints.

Nobody ponders anymore, when it's done for them.
Nobody wonders anymore where things come from.
Accept what you expect, and leave,
Respect what you detest, and believe.

Why must it be that what's in front of you is more real than what is far away?

Emotions have no motions,
Opinions cause commotions,
Just wake up, follow the line, and end up where you think you should be.

But….

On the off chance you feel a askewed,
that the true you hold dear has been yet to be trued,
On the hope that there might be some more,
On the whim that we're not keeping score,
Who's to say what is true and what is false?

Is a collective answer automatically right?
But what about what lies out of sight?
The objects hidden far from light,
That make us believe we're not in the right?

When deep enough down, you'll find the truth,
That that is the truth, no need of the proof.
You'll realize that from dusk until dawn,
the world is written on the life that you've drawn.

The picture you make is as true as it gets
And the past is ghost that swallows regrets
And Your body is an empty shell of scars,
That decomposes and returns to the stars.
But you are different,
You are unique,
You give the blind sight,
And the mute, you let speak.
You are anything but an empty well of wishes you promised to fulfill,
A pit, a grave, an overflowing landfill.
You are a consciousness,
and to that you are different,
and to that you are unique.

If you relax and let it flow through you,
Let it pass as if they all knew you,
You'll feel the oneness,
and not the numbness,
And you'll understand that there is no death, no fear of death
there's no hope, no pain of one's last breath.

We've always been one thing, one person, one entity, one consciousness.
Judgement was created by those who too harshly judge themselves.

Love, it seems was too easy to ignore,
When love's the answer we've been looking for.
why keep it to ourselves,
A mind of twisted hells?
why boast of our prophets,
of golden rain droplets,
why boast of those who we  hold most dear?
Let them consume us with fear?
Eat our soft skin with their yellow teeth,
rip our muscles from bone,
and tear into the white frame to find our marrow peaceful with no barriers to protect it.

We become them until they are us,
Our oxygen turns their gleam to rust,
We envelope and become, the pulsating light,
that pushes through all on a sightless flight.

Our being dragged along, leaving behind just our shell,
Through time and space, not heaven and hell.
Each turn is a question, each pause is a worry,
Our reception is fine, but the picture is blurry.
Each hole that we've filled is with another hole's dirt,

The line in the sand has been redistricted,
"Everything left loose has been restricted,"
said the **** to the *****,
"When it all falls away, let's watch them squirm."
And it all takes shape, in some other form,
Rough, flat, and salted, soft yet firm.

The earth will allow you to sink into it forever,
Until you become a pool of dirt and minerals,
And realize that light and darkness are the same,
Be it a shadow, be it a flame.

When instead of a part, you feel as a whole,
You'll finally know that you're out of control.

I look inside of the box I hold closest to my heart,
Only to make sure that you're still there.
You're the one they promised me,
But you are not promised to me.

You make my eyes never shift their gaze,
You make my mind never lift it's haze.
You have a power over me,
That will control me until i cease to be.

Every second with you in it is better,
Every move I make is only to hear your laughter.
I want to hold your hand in the perfect eclipse,
knowing that the feeling may not last long after.

I want to raise you to love me.
I want to make you need me.
I want you and me to hopelessly become each other's source of life.