He's the type of guy
who does it until he is gone
everything he does
he throws himself in
the type of guy
who spends his mornings in coffee houses
and his nights at the bar
he smokes cigarettes
almost two packs a day
he's suicidal
he just doesn't like to rush things
he feels the pressure
always on top of him
and he is an expert of running
even though he knows
it will never work
but he's restless
so he'll keep waking himself with drink
and putting himself to sleep with it
until he has made his mark
or until he is gone

I saw perfection once
out of the corner of my eye
it was so bright
that I could only look
for just a moment
but in that moment
I saw something
which made me question
if God might in fact
be shaping our lives
It was over before it started
and we all felt confused
and sedated
at ease with the world
as if we were ******
But I knew
that the perfect moment
would have been just another moment
if we weren't there
with the corner of our eyes
trapped in a moment

Transgression
The sick feeling
Of knowing
You have gone
To far
Running into
Bed frames
Non existent card games
And
Alcohol
Spilling
Out words
That taught you
How to yearn
For something
That isn't even there
Broken pieces
Of deleted
Keys
Finger prints
That study
Every move
Tainted
Brain waves
Elaborate
Sun gaze
Stings
Stares
And melts
My heart
Again

Their words like fire.
So powerful and setting my heart up in flames
Passion burned in their voices
They knew what they wanted to say
Or rather they did more than say those words
Those talking rock-stars preached, they inflicted,
they roared like the ocean winds on waves,
they seduced, they aroused.
The moment I walked out those doors
I knew I would return.
I found a love there. An underground love.
Now every word I read has fire.
Now every word I write will make a sound.
Perhaps only in my head
the private recording studio,
and maybe someday on the platform of heroes
where your heart must be the one
to set your words on fire.