How could it change me?
Why did it start me?
Why will it end me?
How will that change me?

i am a writer of music and words
and you are too
its just something else to you
you are a dancer
i am a singer
and if we work together
we'll be so much better
you are a singer
and we are all dancing
and your knees are shaking
because you're nervous
and i love you
let's sing and dance
when we get home

A star nested in its hollow shoulder
A boulder of clouds
A smouldering bright
The day turned to night
As quickly as sight
And shall return from where it came
Ambling towards where you're coming from
And scrambling for words to come
To describe a star in plain sight
As we journey on towards night

knowing the feeling
of starting from the beginning
of knowing what we should have
and at just the right time
when taking had gone
and making begun
to spin its evil web

the sun beats warm
amidst the storm
as was was forewarned
long before we were born
the seventh generation
of an era
more concerned with the firs
maybe not now
maybe not in a million years
maybe never
will we confront our fears
wipe clean the slate
that you stole from the earth
our once beautiful mother
who promised your birth
If you ever cared about the consequence
Of actions performed in performed in your sequence of events
then we may not need a line of defense
to protect the walls around
And did you ever think those walls
Might constrict the ground?

it's been better than great
even the lust and the hate
the building up inside
inability to alleviate
the stress
the pain and the sorrow
the never really knowing how it would be tomorrow
The Love
and how we get in this state
of never ever gonna leave
or of knowing we'll make it in the end
the friends that used to be never used to be at all
'cause in this moment i crumble
and i know that i'm in trouble
'cause every second would not add up
just one with you
i know how i'm feeling
how you've got me believing
i am only one half
and without the other i fall
i fall

Balance
The Challice of Life
Must Stand Without a Stem

Watch Her Stand
Not Leaning
The Glimmer of a Gem

And if She Stumbles
Lend a Hand
To Slow Her Sway

For a Gem
Without a Glimmer
Is Only Gray

look back at this moment in time not questioning why you did it
but how it was handled, how you're rebuilt and back together,
to the point of wielding orange magic, of fighting what is right,
of going anywhere, anything tonight.
any scattered mess could find its way back to the top one day
a shattered plot to find what is and is not
to really understand what kind of where here was
when here was that is.
now forever there is here
or at least it feels
as if an almost constant pain you'll always know to never heal
said to be gone before dusk hit the dawn
would every last moment be longed for forever
conceptual perceived as perpetual hurling
a rate a toe curling the light to be burning
the hole in the spectrum
of fractal perfection
an all too common misconception is life
for what is life without inflection upon further inspection
it's gone.