Tangled in yarn, he purred.
Like a kilowatt humming through the extension cord.
When he wasn't a blue cat, he was gray.
When he wasn't being played with, he was stray.
But his attitude made all the difference.
A rule of thumb for his mere existence.
"I think it's almost golden, no I know it's almost golden."
Color blind it was his silver lining.

I looked for you..
at the bottom of every empty bottle.
I lined them up and waited
for you to reappear and swallow.
I knew you had a secret stash
a different bar I didn't know.
But still I sat here wishing, thinking,
maybe you'd come home.

The vase was always filled with flowers.
They fought often.
He thought she could smell forgiveness with a dozen roses.
The thorns were a stabbing reminder.
For every time she trimmed them, she bled.
The scars made her ugly.
The aroma drove her crazy.
The curse was the beauty that no longer belonged there.

Funny how the mind works
When it is we snooze
Diving into dreams
Splashing crazy loose

Trouble behind us
There'll be trouble ahead
Don't let the worries
Be all that is fed

Open up to enlightenment
Brush the cobwebs aside
Don't answer the door to your nightmares
Focus clearly with your minds eye

Tomorrow isn't cast in stone
Yesterdays sun has set
You can't enjoy the moments between
While dwelling on regret

So what you fill your mind with
In your daily dreams
Can make all the difference in the world
In how you wake and how you sleep

Need somewhere to hang your head?
Let me tie the knot in your noose.
Having trouble trying to decide?
Well here, let me help you choose.

I'm tired of saving people.
The go to shoulder for their tears.
This isn't a new occurring trend.
It's been happening for years.

There is a Grande scheme
A way of the world,
Written before birth
For all boys and girls.

A purpose before plan
A dream before vision,
Endless are choices
Met by decision.

Can you follow your heart?

Can you free your mind?

Or are you the sand in the hourglass
Lost somewhere in time.

A bullet in the barrel, finger on the trigger.
Pressured by existence, less for you to figure.
Clean shot if you pull, but wait just a second.
A sister who loves you, is reason to reckon.
And if ever a time, she can't come to your aide.
Don't exaggerate or regret a mistake which was made.
For her blood is your blood, the same curse through her veins.
Feel your pulse and grab hold of the reins.
Swallow what you chew and figure it out.
No wagons to fall off of, no pity parties to pout.
Always something to appreciate in life and of itself.
Be so selfish to forget that... I'll see you in hell.

I'm the wind whistling outside your bedroom window.
I'm the headache accompanying your hangover.
I'm the shadow behind you, especially in darkness.
I'm the dirt beneath your feet.
The smoke in your lungs.
The cough when you've inhaled too much.
The slur in your drunken state.
The missed step that causes you to fall.
I'm the harmony that doesn't exist in your music.
The peace that fails before a war.
The problem but never the solution.
I'm the silence at a funeral.
The smile to an awkward hello.
The heartbreak that is coming like a train wreck.
I'm the reminder that not all things are;
Subtle, or meek, or naïve, or ignorant, or easy.

The flower that lives with adversity is only vulnerable until it blooms.

Your wheels kept rolling though your engine was dead.
You're a tragedy waiting to happen.
There's many ways to escape a foreseen crisis.
I didn't have to be an engineer.
Eventually it'll all come to a stop.
My advice to you, don't invite a passenger for the final ride.
They won't share your hell they'll be engulfed by it.

I climbed through the devil's dungeon
his hollow empty pit.
I've been the bag of bones at the bottom
a ridiculed *******.

My hands were never clean
I loved playing in the dirt.
The only reason I know happiness
is because of all the hurt.

What do you mean to me?
You're gold.
I've never been first place.
I won't plan on it either.

I'm just here to get folks by.
Need a lift? Here's a ride.

My hands they do not touch you
though they're longing to comb through your hair.
My voice rings off into the distance
and you may hear it but you're not there.
My spirit she scales by slowly
treading in places there's relation.
Like the night she's mild
though a complicated constellation.

Pull on those hearts strings.
Slam on the keys.
Not satisfied?
You were always hardest to please.
Down with the birds.
But getting stung by the bees.

When the word vacant speaks not only for time,
but the building itself and the man lost inside.