He will take you up a mountain
With nothing more than a turn of the page
He will fulfill all of your dreams
Without increasing your age
He will bring your nightmares to life
As he sings you a lullaby
He will transform you into your best
As he teaches you to fly

I wanna lead you
Hold and believe you
Never deceive you
I love you
I need you
Alive,
I can breathe you
Under the stars
We both compete with
Affection that we give
Our love is a sin, but
Don't be quick to judge

The jury is sleeping
As dead as romance
The jester is weeping
They cut off his hand
For stealing her heart
Cause theft is a burden
On all broken hearts
Shattered dreams
And battered screams
Your my work of art

No matter the quarrel
The flaws or the distance
Love is a bond as
Real as existence
So before I steal your heart
I'll give you mine
So we will glow
And our love will shine

There must be good in this world we live in
I mean how could I have the kindest of heart today
With poverty, drug abuse and corruption
Taking victims one by one, family by family
Drought and famine, greed and shame
Men without homes, women abandoned with their children
For me to cast stones in the glass house I live in
A dime would certainly increase in value
A penny for my thoughts?
How about a dollar for your smile...

As I promise I will never die at the hands of you, I won't break, I won't cry--but I will agree to dance with you. Thread by thread--I'm torn not dead. I need a purpose not a coffin, There's no reason said more often than a promise that is broken, into pieces one by one, I'll shove them down my throat if I have to, through my heart I will ask you--forgive me I'm not mean, red with blood my hands aren't clean, I wish to ask you will you please, accept this on my knees, and as imperfect as I am, and as flawed as I seem, listen to my question, I'll ask you once, but there's no need for this promise I will keep....always

the trees look angry
'cause the skies are very bruised
a storm's a brewin'
and they all look so confused

Passion cannot be forced
Unless you and your reality
Become divorced
Then, and only then
Could you grasp your
Rusty pen
And ride upon
Your winged horse

I run from my fate
As I walk beside an angel
The demon close behind
Through hallways in my mind
I hide and it seeks
Like a child’s game of danger
Its eyes appear to grasp
My neck as I just gasp
For air, it’s not there
I have to break, its iron hold
I want to banish, all this cold
Barren emotion
In my head
Indication
That I’m dead
I press my fingers to my eyes
To settle down and realize
I’m dreaming
Just dreaming
Imagination wild
My own inner child
Defining what I see
Is just another mystery