Trumpets are blowing
and angels are soaring
on the other side dear
yes--it's true
they gather in numberless numbers for you

some trinkets to leave with and shells for your hair
they throw money at your feet
as  they gaze
and stare

but there will be no forgetting
as the long sought blood-letting
soon takes grip upon the night

the angels and demons
the pure and the heathens
eagerly await final flight

you have your trinkets to leave with,
the shells in your hair
& soon now you'll be buried in
the depths of despair

it's been some time coming
centuries passed
 
since i was able to
see you last
 
cruel fate showing
its shadow cast
 
how our time ended
much too fast
 
your silhoutte
your dainty steps
how i could hear you
when you slept
 
your short hair
and chocolate skin
the enchanting way
your face brightened
 
unconditional
unforgettable
love that was lost
unrelievable
 
green eyes searing
into my skin
 
you taught me how to love again
 
now long gone
my dearest friend
 
you've taught me how to miss again

If I were just
one bad experience younger

We would be the perfect team

I'd treat you better than any
queen of things

Only where you've dared to dream
is where else you'll see the love I bring

Every moment a memory
Every inch of you appreciated

All the wonderful complexities
That make you a woman

But I've had
one bad experience too many
And I'd rather have much more
To drink

And the world would
Much sooner end

Than you ever seeing me
on hands & knees again

there is a certain kind
of magic
to the tangible hell
that is the workplace

these walls can
hardly breathe
their lungs weighed
by grease

but within them
I'm subjected
to certain things--
-rationale
-truth
I'd never think
it'd bring

I've scrubbed away
at my second thoughts

& I've slaved through the
constant heat of my desires

I have been suffering all along anyway

so these
pushed buttons,
rattled nerves
and our
heavy bones
is something
we share

it is magic of
a certain kind

and I rather enjoy suffering with you