Its not that she never stays,
She was never there to begin with.
Her mind is still living in faerietales she creates
and whenever she sees a new Peter Pan
she must change her story
so she can fly away.

The passion and soft smile never was for you-
it belonged to the hero wedged in her head-
the moment she saw you,
you were dead.

Too weird to love,
too strange to hold,
she spins her heart with threads of gold,
to build a web to hold him near,
but he is light years away from here.

Her cracked mirror cracks her face,
a brave smile to cover disgrace.
She puts his mask in her flower box,
with all the other broken clocks.

They're all just ghosts that pass on by while,
she breathes to pass the time.

She traded her dreams for a liar,
too much fighting for love left her tired.

Too many men,
Too many monsters,
Too many battles,
Too many losses,
Too many wounded,
Too many corpses,
Too many promises
nailed to crosses.

I tried to inject her with desire,
I tried to resurrect her dying fire,
but all she could do
was retire.

I'm so happy that you just want to be friends
that I can die.
I'm so excited I'm losing you,
now I have room to fly
into these lonely arms
of this lonely heart
of this lonely lonely dreamer,
away from love
loving lonely pretty you.

The stars were made for longing hearts
so strong and on their own.
They're close enough to see them shine-
so far that they wont find the earth
that dances on its lonely path
around the blistering sun-
just far enough that they could not imagine being one
furnace of a love destroying all their dreams hold dear
flying through the universe alone.

Now that you're gone
I'm free again
to build my walls of steel,
and hide away
my passion lights
and all the hope i feel
for all this beauty and believing that
I'll ever find a cure
to the darkness that is burning in my soul.

One innocent,
One tormented.
One bitter,
One contented.

One pure,
One ***** and demented.
One heart loving,
One mind dented.

Both are powerful,
Both relentless.
Both are wise,
in worlds apart.

Both have killed
in wars contended.
Both crave music,
souls and art.

One face,
One body,
One war,
One you.

All you are
More than words
I can't contain,
it can't remain.

Every touch
hides right here,
summers gone,
I hold it dear,
I keep it safe,
I keep it near.

You've got to run,
you've got to fly away,
You have to leave
to find another way.

Another face
another smile
another love
you will do it in style.

Nothing's lost,
all is clear.
Nothing ends,
only fear.

You have to feel
that fire burn anew.
You have to leave
to find your North that's true.

But in my heart,
there's only you.
There's nothing more
that I can do.

when i set myself alight
Come warm your hands by desires fire
Come read in the light
Come watch something spectacular
And smell the fury of burning flesh.

Please take time to reflect on the flames that dance around my imagination
And if you feel inspired,
then come blaze with me.

Today has ended with the folding sun,
The evening flickers with the candle light,
Lay low the lights I'm going blind
by your face that looks so pretty tonight.

Lay with me,
Stay with me,
Pray with me
Baby.

Dazzle my body with your glitter eyes,
Ease my pain with your candy lies,
Cry your tears on my naked soul,
then rip it out and take it home.

Heal me,
then **** me,
mess with me
baby.

Purge me,
****** me,
Love me
so truly.

Kiss me
with poison
break me
and use me.

Lay with me,
Stay with me,
Pray with me
Baby.

Scratch the carbon copy dust off your eyeballs.

See the burning colors-
your world is decaying and your time is short.

**** the meaningless euphoria-
your breath is running out,
but you can still make that masterpiece.

You live your days in a haze while your body rots.
The food stuck in your broken teeth-
a constant reminder of your mortality.

You wake up tired and in pain,
gasping for smoke,
the binge,
the escape,
to speed up the inevitable corruption lurking daily around your cage like a sickness.

Buy some time.
Dig deep.
Be your own good parent.
The view must be appreciated.

Everyone is dying.
Everything is changing.
Make it beautiful.
See the beautiful.
Lift the load.
Give release.
Share joy.

Whisper love to passing mist.

The night is approaching when it will all be quiet.
Let death be your blazing sunset
to be admired
and then forgotten.

The dance began with a crash and burn,
and the moon was dancing round the earth.

Life was sparked and land was green
and the mystery sparked of death and birth.

Then wicked men defiled this place
with lust and greed and love and hate.

But when the blazing guns,
and the fiery eyes,
and the famine cries,
and the lonely tears,
and the suffering souls,
are dead and gone,
and the world is just a barren stone-

the moon will still be dancing around the earth.

Burn these words to hearts and minds,
Run this ink to change the times,
Free the frightened, shackle the strong,
Make them soar and grind them down.

Measure their intent, bury their bones,
Tickle their laughter, sorrow their stones.
Wake up the sleepers, slumber the soldiers,
Render some weak and break down the heartless.

Demolish the walls and place them in vaults,
crush all their chains then mend them with bolts.
Unleash my fury, expel my pain-
Make me immortal and wipe out my name.

its easier to be alone in the dark.
When a love song you love is playing on the radio,
it is better not to know.

It is better she never smiled
than to go on the roller coaster of intensity.
The problem is that it is only seen in retrospect,
when the heart you wear on your sleeve has bled out all your joy.

Until that time,
you hunt for your own heartache,
and when you think you have healed,
it starts again.

Too wired to love,
strange and cold,
she spins her words with threats so cold,
a web of lies that holds him near,
his light is fading into fear.

The crack on the cracked mirror stains her face,
a crooked smile spews disgrace.
She keeps his face in her flower box,
with all the other shattered clocks.

They're all just ghosts that pass on by while,
she breathes to pass the time.

I found in the sun,
a power begun
of songs that I have sung.

An artist has wrung out
a glorious one,
My heart has gone numb.

Your body is a constellation,
From your hand to your toes,
Your eyes glisten with life,
And your passion whispers ecstasy.

Im letting you go,
My words fail me so,
So careful to break,
Terrified to wake,
Your dangerous magnetism-
Could ruin my world.

Ill build walls against you
and cut off my passion
Become a cold stone,
You will never know.

My inner drum,
my beating soul,
you are gone.

Time gnaws at aging flesh,
like babies we all try to get up and walk,
we grapple for some selfish soul close by,
we fight for breath,
for light,
for a cool draft from the incessant heat.

Some have the blessing of failed hope and escape soon,
some see another better world through closing their eyes,
some fight the hell with stubborn angry zest,
and others embrace this hell as home.

It all ends in blood:
its what the rat desires,
its what the rat requires.

And though we can sometimes forget,
we feel it with each pain,
each struggle,
each disappointment,
regret:

our inevitable outcome,
the brevity of time,
even all our joys are tainted with decay and death.

We know in this life we are *******-
our only hope and possible redemption is for the invisible,
the unknown,
the jest.

a collection of pixels
making lines
making letters
making words
making beauty-

trying to make sense-
trying to express,
to bridge the divide-

and somewhere
in the black and white
we meet-

but as in a haze,
almost
and incomplete.

This is the human connection.

Close your little eyes child,
set your face to Heaven,
and you will find:

Freedom from your ashes,
release from those feelings
that get you down.

When the pie leaves the sky
and the moons out of tune
and the stars all have gone on vacation.
When your eyes are all red
from the tears that you've bled
and you lost all your burning ambition;

There is someone who loves you,
Somebody needs you,
Somebody sees you,
Somebody feels you,
Somebody.

I'll cover you with feathers,
and place you in the shadow
of angels wings.

I need a dark cave to hide from the sun,
the burning beauty,
I'm on the run.

The neon lights love me true,
they drew me far away from you,
my mind is churned.

I want the freeze,
I want the tease,
to break it down.

I need a slave,
I am a slave,
I am enslaved.

There is a well of tears
in the heart of hell,
tempered by the barren years,
filled up with our loss and fears
for moments that we hold so dear.

I told her I cared
she went pale and scared...
So I told her I lied
and she broke down and cried.

I tried to be a friend
and jealousy consumed her...
so I tried to be her lover
and she found comfort with another.

I asked her to go
and she didn't want to know...
so I asked her to stay,
now she's going away.

Of time.
Inspiration.
Patience.

Flower only last a season,
and the season of this life is clicking by.
Time devours us so slow we dont even notice
how our changing faces fry.

Were suspended between moments gone by
that should have lasted forever-
and hopes for lying vanities
that will be consumed by I.

My cliches clutch like straws
to make some sense of why,
but in the end it doesnt matter
when were all gonna die.

Your words
lose their structure
of hard black on white deadness
and fly off the page
like arrows
piercing
with truth and intention
my target heart.

Its beautiful poison
quickly runs
through my veins
infecting me,
drugging my mind
with thoughts
not my own.

So profound
is my passion
in this moment-
that I feel it echo
through eternity.

So strong
the pleasure and pain elixir-
that compels me
through this storm
to an unknown destination.

And I consider with pride,
all the sailors and lovers such as I,
my brothers and sisters,
who have persevered
against all reason and at great odds,
just to know what lies beyond,
even it it means just finding space.

The strangers we meet
The strangers we eat
The strangers we are
are stranger by far.

Been dreaming of my first holy moments making love to you.

Your body is an intricate Japanese line drawing-
I look in awe and touch with reverence.
My head is thick with wonder.

You are a precious collectible,
wrapped in white linen,
waiting to be opened and adored.

Your taste is expensive oil,
I want to drink from your fountain forever.

Her love is blindness pray
That she never sees the light of day
That she never sees the better way
For until she does she'll stay

We are all legends in our own sagas
-its in the masses that we are lost,
and the few that do have their names immortalized-
no one truly knows who they were.

Im alive!

I dont care anymore why!

Brevity or eternity-
I will breathe my air
and love my sun.

Today i am here,
so today i will take all i can.

I will **** in the world and contain it in my veins like a million songs.

I will touch,
I will feel,
I will break,
I will heal,
I will crack,
crumble,
then get up when i stumble.

I welcome it all,
the pain and the ecstasy,
my lifelong companions.

My sorrow i will hold for those absorbed with the greyness of monotony and in my arrogance know how lucky i am.

I will burn with anger,
laugh with joy,
cry with sorrow.

I will cast off my fetters stealing my time and my life.

My intentions will rule me.
I will become the hidden signature written on my soul.

I am.

She is fire in a kiss,
more than she knows.

She is heat,
power
and passion-
a room on fire.

Yet she stares at me long and slow,
her dark eyes peering into my soul,
trying as she might
to unravel the mysteries of my universe.

My mind cruel
the words spew-
blunt daggers-
ripping at the one I love.

My guard weak,
control down,
brash-
unforgiving.

But she sees another man,
Soft and kind,
gentle-
blind.

I see the horror that hides.

Without warning,
another morning,
another mourning,
another contemplation
of our inundation,
our battle for our preservation.

Until death swallows us whole
and leaves behind only our bones
as a monument to our pain

The bones we hide so well in pretty boxes
6 feet underground.

I sailed high and far away,
floating aimlessly in the burning blaze,
bashed about by the burly wind,
dreading the dark to come,
clinging to my fading sun,
longing for the land I lost,
the love I killed,
the pain,
the cost.

I know the day will come again,
the calm, the still, the warmth, the earth.
I know my heart will rest again,
the joy, the peace, time will amend.

But I know the dark and the fear and the dread,
and the turmoil, and the rage wedged here in my head.

Tonight in my soul I wage,
my lonely war,
in my sky cage.

lost in your ocean
and I don't want to find my way back to shore.

You consume me
-the sweetest thing
- life in a bottle
-the best wine to get drunk on drips from your lips
-I'm an addict.

I drank deep and saw terrifying visions
that stole my sleep
and dried out my appetite.

The room around me was on fire,
my ship was burning down,
no wind could save me now.

I found my salvation
on your soft bed
of crushed shells
and forgotten sand
in your deep big blue.

I died in your greatness,
I've been swallowed by this love.

A storm is brewing:
everything is grey.

My mind is grey.

Grey as the forgotten sun.
Grey as a peacock on a pencil sketch.
Grey as the rainbow that lost its gold.
Grey as age and regret and pain.
Grey as your kiss on another man's tongue.

Before you thought,
There was no world,
no light,
no chaos,
no love,
no pain,
nothing.

When you were born,
a new universe.

She writes poetry
with her fingers on my skin
her smile
her kindness
her existence

The last kiss,
the last touch,
the last smile,
the last tears,
the lost love.

Lost time,
regret,
we forget:

Only shadows of shadows remain.