As the moon peeks out from beyond the clouds
I'm proud to say I might live another day
Stress has aged me beyond my years
A lethal equation summed up by fears and tears
I can't make them love me
So I paint on a smile
Fake it till you make it for awhile
They're all mesmerized by the city lights
But I think I'll just look towards the sky
Cause in my dreams you sent me messages from the deep
You asked love or money,
What would I prefer
But I chose you and your vibrant moods to
Bring me back to life and to remember
There were two champagne glasses there that night
Are you my destiny in the next go round?
Are you unhappy underground?
The football games, the empty space, the elegant waste, the promises you made
Cause mansions don't make someone rich
And the ***** of it all is that we never met
But I won't forget you-
A cradle in a bad mood. a comforter of all those you see right through
So come back to me
I'll pay you back times three
The quarterback in dreams
We will discover God and ask what he means about redemption

Maybe you fell out of love with me
Maybe your one plus one equaled three
Maybe my love was too much to handle
Maybe the flame burned out of the candle
Maybe we wanted different things-
Maybe kids or wedding rings
Maybe it got too weird for you
Maybe my normal was your haiku
Maybe our love was disguised as lust
Maybe it was all a matter of trust
Maybe there was a lack of tears
Maybe we couldn’t vanquish each other’s fears
Maybe we were settling like dust on a floor
Maybe you were the window and I was the door
Maybe we both needed to breathe
Maybe that’s why one of us had to leave
Maybe our bodies were too quick to touch
Maybe the stars just weren’t aligned with us

Falling into place
Is a smile upon my face
Finally
Not from fame or fortune
Friendship or freedom
Not even from love-
Perhaps it’s from above
The universal shove to try for nothing better
Cause it’s all happening here and now
The undone sweater, the sacred cow
The tattered feather, the broken vow
One last love letter before the bow
Everything is everything
You can’t take it with you
No need for alarms and only good surprises
Gravity is golden when it means your soul can fly
Lost and found
A celestial sound
A soft rebound one day at a time
The grand conspiracy holds answers
But only in a song-
Are we wrong to feel that where the light is is where we belong?
As the prophets dress in their Sunday best
And the rest wear denim
As the streets bleed venom
Who will pass the number test?
The few are stuck on eight
The rest are pining for nine
Building shrines of word and rhyme…
What is the essence of the institution of death?
The raven and the writing desk
The mystic warrior threats
The fisherman and his net
Look at the star and focus
It needs your sight to shine brighter
Drift like a kite and bounce off a sunbeam
Never knowing what it all means
Falling into place
Is a smile upon my face
Finally

Just a little touch
I know you’re not asking for much
Bite the tangerine
Live out your life’s theme
In the daylight, I step inside
The night is deafening
And while the stars take flight
The moon is threatening
Just a little touch
Don’t tell me to hush
Bite the tangerine
Bang the tambourine
Charm me with the tools that I taught you
Wear all the jewels that I bought you
Throw some wood onto the fire
Whisper all your darkest desires
Just a little touch
You know I’m not asking for much
Bite the tangerine
Dream a little dream

With a shrug
She went and saw the medicine man
He made her see visions
Of Christ and Judas as one
She left her home soon after
And went mad in the streets
She let her infinity run wild
In the passions of love and ****
She takes a pill for
The fish tank blues
She sees the neon night
In different hues
She’s china in a bull shop
She saw the snake but had fear
So she couldn’t enter the garden
During an eclipse
She asked the world to dance
To enhance her lost memory
To take her back to a time
Of friends and innocence
The end of accidents
The mending of souls
If only the ancient theater
Did not have a backstage
Instead she sits Indian style
On the swirling carpet
Overshadowed by a roman candle-
Make magic before you enter the door

You call me out
I take you in
That’s when the pink swims

And I focus
On the shape of your face
The memory is easily erased

You could say it means nothing
Nothing at all
But the truth is
You make my skin crawl

Your words like gravel
My expression unravels
You’re set in your ways

My thoughts collect
All of my debt
I’m stuck in my place

You could say it means nothing
70 x 7
When the truth is
There shouldn’t be mirrors in heaven

Playing pool under a midnight blue
In the land of immigrants
Nobody’s laughing or smiling
Suicide in sepia-tone
A black hole in your car
Hitchhiker in a red sweatshirt
Driving to exit zero
The meaning of life is a slap in the face
Floating objects, changing colors
If you don’t think about it,
Then it will happen
Throw a match in the air
Watch it touch the sky
Laying in the hospital bed
With you right next to me