Politics is a five hundred million dollar engagement ring
That can only be bought after you’re thirty five

I swear there is a point to this rambling
If you know what it is than please inform me
I would love to know what happens in your soul
How come you never tell me your stories anymore
Love is a wrong turn made too often
I often write double the amount that i intend to
What is the source of your singing
Where do songs belong in our conversations
What words should we say if our feelings wish to take shape
Why do we make forms from our imaginations
Are the right questions even important
And if so how would we know for certain
Why do i only seek pleasure in your comparison
And underneath this layer of dirt is there a perfect hurting
Why even try at all if so many of our shortcomings are for nothing

Lust is a book best written,
For the beginning stages of love...

Many have fallen by the wayside
Of your eyes
I see darkness in dense clouds, dreaming
Hungrily for your lips
I persist in thinking
I will one-day come to grips
With the enormity of this love

You reprimand the cathedrals
For being too aggressive
I say this is how we dance
When garbage cans are filled
With romance and fragrance
Perfume lingers upon the sandwiches
We made salad and falafel
Life is a tragic kerfuffle
Your youth are dramatically disabled
Capable of absolutely anything at all
When the direction you face
Makes all the difference in the world
And is it a waste of space
Or are these just some bad apples after all
This architecture accentuates our apathy
Like invisible lattices of grass and confetti
This convivial refinement
Among residues of divine juxtaposition
Are merely shadows of impermanent particles
The angles and angels decline to comment
On aspersions and false lies cast upon the firmament
As the pleroma abides in its alibis and denial
We shall smile and wave at our own funerals
Compliments are common mistakes
And can still be upsetting all the same
When we are undeserving of our fame
Untruthful allegations sparkle drastically
Against waves of inference and declarations of futility
We have underestimated the choices we made
And sometimes love is just a courageous mistake

Go on and tear off these bandages
Love is a many headed dragon
I can’t believe what i’m saying
Is it more likely that we will remain asleep
Or that while awake we'll contain a multitude of dreams
We are all a bit indifferent to our pain
Yet love remains the same despite our jealousy and shame
And sand gets in everything these days
Why are we shape-shifting again
When these shoulders bear a heavy weight
That they already struggle to maintain
They are like unknown soldiers in another country
Longing for the comforts of home
And if you’ve outgrown these uniforms
Than it's time to find some new clothes to wear already
I feel we must share our stories and hold our voices close
For tonight your body is an isosceles triangle
With equal arms and legs, we have long defended
These isometric forms are the cross we each must bear to face
Since we are destined to carry it for all of our days
Life is a lonely road home when you choose to walk it alone
Under the shadows of the trees
We divided our myths from the mystery
Melancholy and sadness do not bother me
Yet still I am afraid to dream of that infinite hole
So i steep tea and then drink more coffee
We are like sheep letting our wool grow wild
Among the flowers you roamed for awhile
And your stubborn dependence upon objects for identity
Seemed both a little funny and a bit frustrating
When a common sign of the times is for everybody
To eventually arrive in their own time
Upon a gentle hysteria that only
Reluctantly, shares its borders with uncertainty

Life is a war drum being
Played and thrashed
Until the skin rips
And everyone can't help but laugh
Life is an ongoing conversation
Between love and temperance
I sing the song of impermanence
Though i may not sing it well
And whats the difference anyway
Between intimacy and indifference
Perhaps its all about strong fingers
And an extra bottle or two of whiskey