Go ahead and tell me
Don’t save me for tomorrow
If you love him today
Then let me live with the sorrow

Go ahead and tell me
Take the weight off my heart
My quiet tears have rained down on it
It’s time for the water to depart

Don’t save me baby
But I need to cry one more time
Don’t save me for your rainy day
Just tell me so I can finish mine

It’s been too long
Too long hanging on
You’ve been too quiet
It feels like moving on
You once loved me
Then you said it was wrong
It’s been too long baby
Tell me how to finish this song

Don’t save me baby
But I need to cry one more time
Don’t save me for your rainy day
Just tell me so I can finish mine

How it must feel to know
It’s as if my words aren’t real
My skin is peeling but the blood won’t leave
I’m hiding in the sunshine for something I can’t steal

I keep telling you, but I know, I know
The words fade because you chose the distance
I thought about the hand you always play
It reminded me you’d gamble away your existence

I don’t mind
I don’t mind being strong
Or being so weak
I need love
But I won’t die
If you think our love is wrong

What did you think when I called
Did you like the fact that it was your choice
Or was it that you know this is the only time
That you could really hear love in my voice?

How it must feel to go
It’s as if I am no longer real
Your skin crawls with bumps you try to ignore
You heart still knows how it is that I make you feel

I don’t mind
I don’t mind being strong
Or being so weak
I need love
But I won’t die
If you think our love is wrong

The walls do not fall willingly
No matter their prayers and tears
No matter how many circles they march
No matter a ram’s horn ringing in their ears

Ghosts stand on the far side of the river
Waiting for their brothers to be together
Brothers who dream of crossing the Jordan
Brothers who dream only of their character

It is for their children that they walk towards the sun
It is the God we pray to who made deserts for men
They see the sun set though blue is what colors their skies
But the songs they sing have become red once again

Killing for hate, we have capsized the ship
and desperately breathe the trapped air
before it bubbles to the surface; and while
we struggle for our remaining life the clock
no longer ticks because we are unworthy
of being measured by time; the book of history
no longer records because we are unworthy
of being remembered; the sun no longer rises
or sets because we are unworthy of day or night;
the moon no longer gazes upon us because we
are no longer worthy of its light; the oceans no
longer care to separate the land because we are
unworthy of claiming each continent as islands
of our own; our hearts no longer beat because
we are unworthy of being one before God; our
faith refuses to deliver our prayers because we
are unworthy of a message of hope; but what
remains will be grace counting each bubble as
they disappear one by one knowing that the last
breath will be the one God must choose whether
to honor his promise or start again.

I was death
Flying high beyond mere existence
For what was my life other than suffering
Until I saw a rainbow form from my dark clouds
For what *** of gold could my soul live without
That a perfect circle would never conceal?

My love
Until I walked upon the shore
I never knew I'd come home
For the light I saw
Beckoned
And it told me what to do
And when I came upon you
I turned once more to the sea
And the light upon the waters was no more
As it was now shining only upon me

And the heart that held your ear close
Tried to tell you of my past
But you said I was good because I wanted love
There was no vision that I could see
Except the pain you accepted from me
You knew I had long drifted
By the way I stared back at the sea

The ways of a goodbye is to linger
And the way of love is to wait until I am ready

It was time to think about what she said
Another day had passed and I started wondering
Did I get what she was saying or was it over my head

I needed to stop talking and start listening
I thought about the cost of not feeing her emotion
I wasn’t being a lover in the things I was saying

She talked about things like loyalty and devotion
And how we shouldn’t let others separate us
What would you call a beach without an ocean?

This time what I saw in your eyes wasn’t lust
You walked away from the things I’d mistaken for love
You said being alone is better than living without trust

Fighting everyday was something you were tired of
Somebody once told me passion isn’t always pleasant
You said whoever said didn't know hurt from love

I always thought I was the gift, God’s present
But when you walked away I was ribbons in the trash
The only gift there ever was, was your heart’s presence

No matter my smile or good cheer
The light cannot penetrate the depths of your long night of tears
It is not for me to exist in the darkness
But instead to bring you to the surface
From winter’s freezing
To spring’s thawing
Words you’ve heard before
Pretty and nothing more
But the depths where you learned to hold your breath
Are where poets and painters drown in a lonely death
Where hearts break into singular pieces like an arpeggio
The alternating silence of humility and the pain inside your ego
Let my whispers carry the weight of  the ocean you created
The rivers that flow from inside you have left your heart naked
But what I might not understand about why
I can trouble your sorrows long enough for you to see the sky

It was one of those days
Like being all out of paper products
Or your last pair of dress socks
Only worse
Much worse
It’s not so much how much you love them
But the realization of how much they loved you
They planned for you
And thought of you
Before you were even born
And a day never passed
That they didn’t love you
Even when you let them down
And cursed their name
And counted the days until you could leave home
And then that day came
And you rejoiced
While all theycould do was cry
And now history has passed
Everything you have ever known
Or read about
Is a part of them
A world that collapsed
A world at war
Nations fighting over holy land
Because they couldn’t share God’s love
And the fight for a man to be treated like a man
And an eagle that landed
All of this happened
And the entire time they loved you
And while you knew they wanted something simple
Such as a phone call
Or even a thank you
You still held them at arm’s length
And now you want them in your arms
To tell them these things
But it’s too late
Too late because it is
A moment has passed
A lifetime has passed
And suddenly you know about life
And each day brings a reason for tears
Because your entire life is now day to day
Because it’s your turn to be the one who loves
And as the leaves turn brown
You look to your children
And hope that while they curse you
And long for freedom
That one day they will know this day
And realize what you meant to them
And what they meant to you
And in the dreams of the future
And remembrance of the past
Today shall mark time
And watch the sun set once again
As the chance to come together
As parent and child
Has lost another day

There were things that she never said
She knew my heart had already been fed
But time had passed without a sound
And she hoped new lands were to be found
The man she thought who loved her well
Was a lost island that would never tell
She always loved him the way he asked
Then he would stare at things that passed
He left one day when the sun came up
And she knew because he took his cup
He traveled far but he never left town
It was his confusion that brought her down
She climbed the stairs by herself that night
There was nobody who could explain his fright
She never could hear the things he tried to say
Until the truth decided it was to be that day
She found the bed they shared crying alone
The man she loved became just another one
She heard a song about hanging by a rope
Somehow she decided there was still hope
She could only think of being found that way
What if it was him who came back to stay?
She asked Jesus to send her one more dove
Because to die like that is not to live for love

Spaces between my fingers
Lips that only feel empty skies
A heart beat without an echo
Until someone say's baby you're mine

Upon me walks alone the longing
For the reflection from your eyes
To fill the distance between us
Until someone say's baby you're mine

Would if your past was lost,
would it be a desert; barren
hot and void, but cold at night;
would it be painful regret for
a life no longer recorded or
would it still be the life you
knew to be true?

If if was all gone; all that you
recorded of what you felt;
would you still know to treat
a bearded man on a chopper
the same as a clean shaven
man in an expensive suit?

It’s who we are that matters;
I can’t pretend I’m not one
of you; it’s only how I relate
and what I’ve learned is not
about art, but instead, it was
life itself

What I could say is only in a
way that reminds you; it’s a
way to break the silence if
only for a moment; what I
lost is how I said it but not
how I meant it

There is no story of running
underneath planes as they
departed; there is no story
of swimming beneath a
churning prop; it is only the
life that someone lost that
we endure because we know
who is next

Is there no callousness that
can be welcomed for those
who must live with death
and violence; what we spoke
or painted is for those who
try to live the right way while
we watch those who must
die in a world which we
cannot comprehend

There has never been a time
There has never been a moment
Everything you know and feel
Came from someone else’s torment

Until you felt your own

They taught you  to feel their own
It was everything they believed
Only a newborn baby
And yet it was you who was deceived

Because they did not know

They did not know you
But you drew their love near
You couldn’t speak of it
While they read rhyme mask fears

Fears that could only smile

The is no enhancement of consciousness
Without the removal of nails from your mind
The release of the self by empathy
Is a butterfly that no longer wears a sign

A sign that is not of its own making

Ripping off its eylids
No matter the sun
Killing the prince
For love is no Machiavellian

Cynicism is grief of a clever sort

No hallucination from mother’s breast
No sense of urgency for rejecting truth
Unaffected by life is an impossibility
Until foolishness becomes a strength of youth

Because foolishness is sincerity naked

Falling our entire life
But never released by gravity
A scream of expectation
The treachery is the lack of humanity

They talk freedom but who can live with it?

It’s in how I choose to walk
It’s when I decide to smile
A flower from stone
Indifference from style

Which is it anyway?

And if I try to soon be who I am
I wonder if everyone I knew would leave
What I was seemed to be something to love
But if they only knew how it is that I grieve

It was not how I wanted it to be

What if you took everything you ever said
and piled it in a corner?
Would the words fall apart and become
aimless letters strewn all about?
Would they remember if they were happy,
sad, loud or soft?
Or will they just lay there waiting for your
imagination to sprout?

Will you sit and watch for them to begin a
new life without a past?
Will you lay among them knowing they will
wait for you to choose?
Will you begin to reconstruct your life with
the loves you failed to notice?
Will you say the things you were unable
because you have nothing to lose?

Nothing you say will change what was said
thirty years ago when you were so sure
But the pride of yourself remains, stripped
of what you thought you once were
You have the chance to look at each letter
closely, remembering it’s place
What shape or form could possibly come to
mind that would change her?

Maybe each letter should spend a day alone
with a memory that you tried to forget
And informed of who you were and what you
failed to do they whisper as you sleep
Yes it happened as you remember and we know
why you cannot release yourself
And now that we know what to do let us return
all the words over which you weep

Whatever burden to be borne has been met
And passed along under an assumed name
But one that we all know
For those whom Christ declared to always be with us
Must live in shallow graves where gardens can never grow

It was only his promise that was kept
But the history of man must come first

Whatever suffering to be endured has been felt
And passed along by dignity that faces the wind
But the curse is the silence
For those whose bones line the tombs of Kings
Must never know who gained glory from violence

It was only as it was known all along
All that must pass is to wait our turn

Whatever peaceful moment has been granted
And squandered by the guiltless scribes of history
Lives inside stillborn dreams
For those who would never be known to you
Once walked as you do in heartless migrant streams

It was only for the weary that it was kept
What could be more worthy than hope lost?

He can stand alone for as long as necessary
Without even knowing why it is
A feeling of what is right does not have to have a reason
Because it can only answer to what is his

Though each day may seem the same
What can be expanded upon does not have to say
A thought forced upon you by who you once were
Is the way home because it was you who pointed the way

He looked at you in a way that gave you confidence
And you thought he was in love
Though he was it was never in the way you believed
Because the next day he changed what he was made of

To not know how to live with change
To not know how to explain why it must be so
Is to give nothing except what they wished were true
And that is the honesty it takes to see them go

What kind of story lives so precariously,
never knowing the end, or having a past that will
justify any weakness or a past never to be able
to live itself down because forgiveness is a myth?

The light we see narrows every day, even though
what we live to see is full and free; as we age
what we know becomes less and less, like the light,
because we only remember when love was ours

But my friend, what you were in that moment
to me was worth everything I have suffered; what
was necessary after all were leaves that fall
and ice that melts to make way for a new life

There is no better time except for a time to come
that is as uncertain as it was long ago; but the
wisdom we gained must be discarded, for a baby
does not refuse to laugh because it knows better

I wonder, if in everything I do,
there is a guiding light; standing
apart watching me, to beguile
the shadows of a starless night

Would duty impart importance
to the fact of its existence; would
the light assuage those hurt by
callous burden as it should?

Endlessly creative as only true
emotion can be; but held at bay
by the things we are trained to
ignore by what other voices say

Could it be that no matter the
cost, what is right will save me?
Or is it only providence who will
judge the dim light I cannot see?

The setting sun is already gone
Tomorrow it will come again
But when you leave like that
I never know if it's the end

Nothing that changes is mine
I tried to keep it but now nobody can
But what happens next is you
And what happens to me is your plan

I can't think like that anymore
You want to talk small
But what I said yesterday
Was more than saying that's all

It was a nice day once
Like a child playing on swings
But what I see in you anymore
Is a child playing with my strings

Are you just one more person who wished man was never born?
The wars of our lifetime are more deadly than those of antiquity
But instead we worry about the weather

What we fight for is easy when all we have to do is cultivate shame
Someone is living a life the same as you though he sleeps well
I wonder how it is we will ever come together

Has there ever been a warning that one day made you wonder?
The man who spoke loudest said now you will die soon
But I already knew that I won’t live forever

Did you excel at amassing a fortune and then laughing about it?
Or building fences dividing the land because you wrote the law?
But those who love the poor is our true measure

Listening for the sun, pretty ballerinas waiting
Glasses full of ice but what of their hearts; are
they still hoping or is it just sadness escaping?

Reality or mere existence, it’s hard to know how to live
Solitary women making their lips sing, but would the
stars remember what tomorrow can never forgive?

There was nothing I could say
Walking inside a fish bowl
You can’t hear the light
But what we choose to see
Is either the prism of what is right
Or the shadow of what is wrong

Listening for the sun, desperate men burning
Eyes full of passion but what of their hearts;
are they still hoping or is it a memory forgetting?

Reality or mere existence, it's hard not to think of it
Solitary men making their voices heard; but would
meaning choose which candle would finally be lit?

There was nothing I could say
Walking inside a fish bowl
You can’t hear the light
But what we choose to see
Is either the prism of what is right
Or the shadow of what is wrong

It is said virtue possessed by a sage causes him no misfortune
But it is he who must decide between rage or a stoic nature
In all of life he sees the destruction cast by man’s emotion
The will of another man is how he determines which is greater

Would he hang a nun in the town square if it would save a forest?
He once could see snow on the mountain tops in the spring
And now that he can only see rock he wondered of his desires
Was it for mankind or the bounties he received to hear nature sing?

If only his will could be released from the evil and the good
Then his form would guide his views within the natural state
But what has cleaved to him is being torn away while he grieves
And the steps he takes can only hear the voices of his fate

The aggression of making a life made an orphan of conservation
But lives alone in the wild was intended for our own good
A revolution cannot begin until it reaches those with something to lose
Until then one man will give his life as his mother knew he would

I tried to consider everything
Then I realized that was the problem

The ego that believes

Not every creek bed can contain a river
when clouds drift too slow to avoid
letting you know how they feel

I tried to be so normal
Then I realized it was only for them

The ego that is afraid

Not every forest can contain a fire
when lightening decides it is time
for nature to try again

I tried to love you more
Then I realized it was only for me

The ego that lost

Not every dream can contain a nightmare
when the one who believed in you
learns to live without you

When today can only be yesterday
Tomorrow must accept its lonely fate
For the memories we will inside
Will make the rising sun hide and wait

There will be too many days and nights
When expectation feels no earthly end
For the dreams that walk by our side
Are the longing past we wish to see again

What is important to us is no longer to you
A story without an ending is what we hope for
But to those looking for another page
The loss of your love was why we wanted more

Were you looking for something
Or is it what you have now found within?
The shock of you is the reason
And the loss of you is where we begin

Something we always knew will always be
You are now the one we will miss
When you weren’t around we felt it
And that is why it was you we could never resist

You are human and that is now our story
To be admired for being more than us
And to know what it is like to be gone
Is why we ask God if it is his will that we can trust

There is never a chapter to write
When your life is not a book
What you choose to reveal is easy
If only they knew where to look

The high place of mountain tops
Or depths where ships are graved
Are no match for what I cannot see
But know that discovery has saved

I’m ready to know
What is inside
And how far to go

While birds fly
And flowers grow
What I am now
Is neither above or below

In the veins of my mistakes
The fascination of you drowns alone
I thought to find you but myself I am lost
Except I know exactly where I have gone

I’m ready to know
What is inside
And how far to go

While birds fly
And flowers grow
What I am now
Is neither above or below

There is no gentle tragedy
Or horrible calm
But where we ask our questions
Is the answer to where we belong

If I could just walk alone in fields of high green
I’d know just enough to relax my weary mind
I won’t have to wonder about where to plow
What was planted in the past will show me how

I wanted to feel the green leaves cover my life
Laying down where breezes are born to love
And bare feet hear the first cries of nature
I let my knees fall upon themselves in a new way

I realized I was inside you as soon as I stood up
There was only one thing that I was looking for
Everything that I dream of is about that moment
When I am no longer afraid to show you my face

But when you bloomed into something new
I wondered why I could love someone so much
Looking back there is always something missing
Except for the times when you loved my life

I knew them all;
boys really, but
factors nonetheless;
we never talked
about our parents;
what was to say
except that we
were free to be
the crazy people
we really were

I thought I was
just getting started,
but instead
everything I
needed to happen,
happened and I
can only think
of one professors
common name
because he told
me I wouldn’t

I never read
another man’s
thoughts; I only
wanted facts;
I listened to songs
because that was
the heart speaking;
but I didn’t have
the nerve to follow|
what they were
saying, so I only
tell you now

Is reality believing
or not believing; is
it a feeling or having
the nerve to ask
why he made
people who never
had a chance
while others were
born to mock them

It starts without any
allegiance except
to truth and love;
and to anyone,
because what we
must forget
is why we hate
someone we do
not know

Am I to believe
that what a friend
once said when we
were too young to
care guides the
light I thought I
saw when I read
that he died?

What is so normal
about not being
able to love like
a dog? I thought
about trying to
be what you
wanted but you
wanted me even
though I wasn’t
what you wanted

I could talk
about love but
where is it? Is
it too soon to
say that what
I once knew is
all I will know?
I could go about
things one way
or the other
but which way?

What could be so powerful yet not seen for
a man to cross the gulf between freedom
for himself but slavery for his people?

What could be such a mystery that a man
would never know why a woman could feel
so empty after her baby is born?

What could be so sad about a man’s passing
that the memory of his life as a part of your
own becomes who you once were?

What could be so dark in the night that the
light that draws a man near to you neither
reflects or absorbs the sun until after it sets?

What could be so deep about lust that a
man would give up his soul for one night
only to destroy the woman he loves?

What could be such a reason to love that
a man can know not by her touch but by
how purpose is unafraid to live once again?

If I looked at you
Would you smile or be disappointed?
It's not me that you should judge
Because if you think I'm like every other man
Then you're wrong my love

It's just that what I feel
Is what I see in you
And the fear that makes you reject me
Is not because you think I'm ordinary
It's because you think you are

Don't be sorry to accept my love
I'm no longer here for the night
It's only about the morning
Because a sunrise is what I want
And not shadows afraid of your life

If you think you cannot hold me
Then let your eyes fall to the floor
But what I want is what you want
And though we knew each other once
It's not the past that will save us

How many times can you say no?
What is tomorrow without hope?
You won't tell me why
But your eyes can never lie
And that is why I want you so badly

You have to believe in yourself
And you have to believe in me
If I seem so desperate to you
Then is it really me or you?
Because all I said was hello

Mystic seagull, flying close to the water
Your reflection, hidden beneath your wing
Though we watch, it’s only you that can see
From where we came, there is no other light
What we believe is wrong, what you know is right

White winged shaman, your sails fill the air
All your memories, you place upon the shore
What we hear, the roar of oceans in our ears
Only the misting air understands crashing waves
Can you tell me the secrets of my coming days?

In the days of tides that washed my soul
And breezes that would always blow
We would always remember
How the land would always know
Unspoken sentiment poured itself out
Through eyes that can only see
The things that we love the most
But are unable to speak or conceive

Bird once in flight, light upon my shoulder
Speaking in tongues, happy only to be
Casting about, holding only what you need
When you held them, a kiss made them believe
To carry us with you, only fear could ever grieve

When I look at you it is what you know that I want
We shared what truth only makes with a sound
You said meet me where salt meets the land
Only shells know where hearts could be found

In the days of tides that washed my soul
And breezes that would always blow
We would always remember
How the land would always know
Unspoken sentiment poured itself out
Through eyes that can only see
The things that we love the most
But are unable to speak or conceive

Why are our soldiers dying?
While their unborn children are crying
A nation plays, ignoring their pain
Dreaming only of personal and capital gain
Our anger has become numb
We are blind, deaf and dumb
We sleep, secure inside the fortress
His memory, filling an empty mattress
Where the dreams of a soldier remain
Never knowing if they were in vain
Instead they remain a faceless pawn
To be used by those who are wrong
While the sheep continue to wander
Unknowing in the fields only to squander
Our knowledge and ability to alter
A nation’s soul, so we continue to falter
On the path to progressive enlightenment
And instead living a life that is abhorrent
To the whole of mankind and its ideals
Refusing to grant audience to the appeals
Of the weakest among us all
Who historically take the fall
For the ambitions of the soulless ones
Trample upon the bones of our sons
Diluting the water of courage
Creating an atmosphere to discourage
The rising of righteousness as we should
To band together in a peaceful brotherhood
Of good Samaritans praying for equality
And to end the marriage of life and frivolity
For within a man of peace has become death
And within our hearts remain his last breath

Can a man go his own way without a
covered wagon, a horse and a lantern;
he only knew that the world had changed;
there are too many fences to be free

He sees too much before he dies and he
knows a man is not supposed to cry; but
the tears he holds back are the same as
the tears of a man whose eyes are blind

He knew a woman once whose memory
of the war was only about love that
became a ghost in the night that always
loved her because he knew why she wept

He knew a man who was not afraid to die
for his country or to love the same woman
for life; it was the only way he could sleep
for duty was more soothing than fear

He wept alone because his prayers were
answered yet another man suffered for
his desire; how could he know what to
ask of a God who confused our faith?

He saw the pain of explaining the men she
once loved; his own weakness was honor
among men yet she was forced to deny
the shame of how loneliness made her feel

Floating aerial fish warned those who could
only wonder why those who care for them
must **** another innocent child for a zero
sum game of death by most favored nations

These things he read about; he wondered of
their terror, but their lives were embroidered
by history’s desire to reward those who gave
so much for those who weep upon their graves

I talked to my boy because he thought life as a toy,
but now he knows it’s a painting, and
what his mind will employ, to dodge every ploy,
are the colors of his own making, but
what only he felt was spoken while he knelt,
for what he believed was in waiting, and
what would never melt where the cards are dealt
would be the assurance time was saving

He had to decide who spoke truth and who lied,
but the colors he mixed already knew, it
was as if the one who died and the one who cried
were mixed in time for something true, even
if what was breaking was what was awakening,
for what is a man if not his own hue, but
only his own making can dream as he is sleeping
before the morning when he became new

Is it true that we cannot learn as we age
from the mistakes of our own lust?
No matter the hurt, we continue onward,
gazing upon life, yet not seeing our place;
only expecting to lead all whom we crushed

The pure spirit that we once were
has finally turned to dust;
before we search for ourselves, we cry
And though we are not insane,
we will soon be taught by those we trust

It  is because why we cry
that we lose our sense of touch
The world around us is for the taking, yet
we only know of our own pain; but who
will teach just enough instead of too much?

What shadows live in remorse except
that which we cast as the judge?
It is the pain we are born into we cast off,
but the receptacle is always another man
who must suffer a baby’s eternal grudge

The ice is cracking all around, melting,
raising up a new sound; a crime against
nature even as we change the arc of
history, not of man but instead in the
ability of irony to command free thinkers
to abdicate their future because they
trust that sufficient caution will never die

A theory so easily spoken; but a pragmatic
not so easily breached, because we stand,
incarcerated by our resentments, regrets
and the life we built around us to wall off
our injured minds from those who could
exploit us in the pretense of our healing

What is sanity when those who deny belief
and those who believe in what others deny
both stand accused of denying reality; the
psychology of every experience elevates us
from the natural to the personality of reason
yet where is the desire to evolve further
than the plunder from which we came?

I walked through every level that supposed
itself to be necessary to extract sorrow if
not by direct application then by witness
of my neighbors bleeding life, but it was
your love that washed ashore where the
sand was grains of glass that had become
only questions of purpose

As tempting as it is to walk only with slaves, I find what
my children need instead is economic freedom; for my own
austere nature took a lifetime to achieve and I cannot assume
they were born for this until they know for themselves their
own nature and how best to cultivate the good from within;
they will breathe in the same air as I but what they exhale will
be who they are for they cannot hold onto my own exhaust any
more than I can theirs

There will necessarily be a raging river between myself and
those with whom I sympathize the most; for whatever it is
that I have become it was forced upon me by privilege; there
is nothing I can say to comfort a suffering life except to assuage
their pain for the moment and be reminded that there is
no satisfaction inherent in observing the poor before taking
leave to waste more food

An invention of expediency, a convenience to nurture destiny,
fear is the ultimate tool to control those who have no time
for anything except to raise their own children; and as we
watch them accept instruction from those with whom we
disagree we can only counter their influence by the scant
degree to which we have deviated from the same fears
that were placed within us, but it is only until we are old
enough to know and by then it may be too late

The ability to become what power grants, to the detriment of
polite acknowledgment of the moral rigors necessary to
maintain the underground movement that once objected to
personal gain but now embodies it, is what draws us near; the
power of authority cannot survive without force in the
absence of either moral clarity, obvious merit or grantor of
favor; but because in our fantasies one man is stronger than
our collective minds to whom we willingly bow because we
look for a savior among us forgetting that the savior is in
our time of worship, waiting for us

We are cut and bleed openly on the pavement, but
our body heals itself; the scar that remains reminds us
but it is in our minds that we’re not allowed to reveal
our pain; it is our consciousness that must forever act
sane even though it lives in the past; judging how many
lovers a person may have had or how many they have
set free; we must benchmark ourselves because that
is the only way we can prove we are not one speech
from taking the rights away from an entire group of
people because we can demonize anyone as long as
it is not what we have become

The words that speak of redemption and humility clash
with the psychology of ambition for within our personality
lies the unquenchable trauma of our life; we seek revenge
instead of rehabilitation because revenge is easier to refract
reality in order to find our place where normalcy exists and
the belief that who we are was not our choice or in our
power to alter; we know this not to be entirely true yet
we are powerless to consider the alternative because there
is no place to find true acceptance

The most moral thing I can do is accept the inconvenience
of kindness, empathy and truth in the company of those
who wish to exercise their own freedom to insult others and
place blame upon others for their failures in life; for the ability
to remember who suffered not by their own hand but instead
by the hand of others is something one must learn even if
it means rejecting the heart of those whom they once loved

She was not interested in what was obvious
Her ego required nuance and sophistication
A life devoted to a cause will die with it
For what is achievement without a fragile peace?

Though the tide comes and goes, what lingers,
glistening post cards, confounding swimmer and
marine life alike, becomes the current and not
where the moon may ****** itself in the night

Applause in the middle of her dance of love
will not lift her spirits; to them, she has made
love to them and to her she has only found herself
for a brief moment while they became the ocean

She could never believe life was like that; art only
interested the patrons in this way, but her dancing
was not about what they would imagine was
perfect in her heart; only that it was not; it was not

The release of birds from the hands of those who
cried over their captivity was not of liberation, but
instead of shoes that required no hand or mind to
place them where nature intended them to be

She was unable to fixate upon comfort without pause
Life was anger and sadness that a smile knew too well
It was in her moment of triumph that tragedy met her eyes
And as her heart died she became the fantasy they paid for

You need to forget everything you feel
That’s why you must turn around
You are facing the wrong way
And on the wrong floor
Reading the wrong book

There are no memories that matter
That’s why you must climb the stairs
Leave your emotions behind
Walk now without before
And the years they took

You were born the way you are now
But you needed to see the horizon
It is the edge of the womb
And the reason you want more
Is because your soul finally shook

What is behind your eyes wants out
And what you have is time and reason
You must no longer be afraid
For as you wash ashore
You will know which way to look

I don’t mind feeling this way
And I don’t mind the things I say
It’s just I can’t tell you what I believe
Or what it is that makes me pray

I read about a man who knew how to love
And how he died to save us from ourselves
But it was more than we could accept
It’s easier to believe in fairies and elves

We became equals before God
But not those we called our enemy
And with a thousand pardons in our pockets
We used a needle to steal their currency

Knowing forgiveness never compromises
We keep our loyalties close at hand
We combine the spirituality of faith
When we bring together God and man

Was our survival only about reaction time
Or in the peace reminded by the naïve?
They were long gone, even the ruins
But at least the memory is something to believe

Over in the corner where only the air is affected
The things that make me wish for relief wait
In the fleeting moments of light with no shadows
The rock he holds open is the choice of our own fate

She could see Earth through the window
It had become as if it was almost not at all
Now only distant to that divided folk community;
she had become all of whom heaven would
know and it’s next port of call

Though the rules didn't allow green on stone,
she thought how could I be judged so harshly,
when he never told me I would be the one?

They would play God without permission, but
they would also deny him before the sun rose
But she knew the truth of its orbit
And it was no longer her enemy who stole the light
she lovingly raised in a garden where hope grows

She tired of investing in social gatherings
Now it seemed so much a relief
to be the one who thinks only of nothings

She thought of skipping off of atmospheres
and the life of dread that floated on air,
yet she never laughed so much
But it was the fear that made her delirious
while the deniers of mortality could only stare

She never wanted for her next meal
There was always a home, but was it
about something she once thought to steal?

The plans had changed though time only
looked at the watch it carried for chances
It wasn’t sadness but instead a blessing
Nobody else could relate but she knew that
warnings were not related to circumstances

Without thinking anymore of why it happened
or why somebody would choose life without dignity,
she could only wait for miracles to be as imagined

He taught me how not to hurt anyone
And not to trade in his name
For my ambitions are not his for blame

He taught me about the quiet air all around
And how what I could not see
Would be the life breathing inside of me

He taught me how not to love war
And why those are blessed
Who tell us only peace feathers their nest

He taught me about the sounds we hear
And how man would discover
That wood and steel could speak of a lover

He taught me to accept all human difference
And to know of his presence
For what I do not understand is his providence

He taught me that what is holy is the ground
And that all who walk are seeds
Planted for those who follow to fill their needs

He taught me that my children are my life
And that time passing is to know
That they will fill the river that my age made low

He taught me that his word is our bond
And though life itself may lie
It was his promise that we would never die

That’s alright son
Go ahead and shock me
Tell the world how you feel
Show me all the things you see

The only way to be
Is to live for you and not for me
I can take anything you say
I believe you no matter the plea

You don’t have to be clever
Or worry about wasting words
The breath in your anger is valid
Just like the wings on angry birds

Whatever is all around you
It’s not something you should fear
They don’t know you either
The way to walk is to keep yourself near

That’s alright son
Go ahead, listen to your command
I don’t mind dying inside your mind
Because it's a man who wants to stand

You might be tempted
Or maybe you’ll become the tempt
Don’t forget that what you hear
Are weak minds selling contempt

It’s the fate of evil to meet you
But you know that already
The sword is now in your hands
What caution said is now your reality

But whoever you must slay
Will never agree that it should be intended
Just know that your aim must decide
If he is a fool or the one who ascended

That’s alright son
Go ahead and blow my mind
I did it to myself long ago
And now it’s you that I hope to find

I know why you don’t walk my way, I know,
Even though you keep looking over your shoulder
You want to love a man the way it should be
But you’ll wait even though you’re getting older

There’s something you carry inside you
It’s not anything a man can really touch
You thought of saving it for a special person
Now you’re wondering if it means very much

I don’t know why they made you that way
A woman knows how to love;
even a world that won’t
You’re tired of crying over a man
That something inside wants to believe
You do too even though you think you don’t

I don’t blame you for knowing how the world works
You were born to be disappointed more than the other half
You can’t make someone remember who forgets so easily
The only thing for you is to dry your eyes and try to laugh

I thought about what it would be like to grow old with you
But I don’t know if there’s enough time for me to grow up
You’re gonna have to live with what you already know
I can’t fill your heart, I just hope you’ll take half a cup

I don’t know why they made me that way
A man doesn’t know how to love;
that’s why the world won’t
I’m tired of making a woman cry
That something inside wants to believe
I do too even though you think you don’t

It was just a question between kids, or maybe
between a monkey and a tortoise; one who
liked to climb trees; the other more pleased
with taking his time

How did things start; the question waffed
by dry air, watched by the hands that set it
in motion coming to rest as a most fortunate
tenant on the back of the pitching shell

If it was an explosion maybe that’s why we
cannot live delicately though butterflies
and falling leaves pass through this life; even
as a mirage; owning their resistance to death
as a dream owns our fears

It must be like that; we live like animals;
reacting to forces that we cannot control
or understand; spreading our minds apart
like buildings scattered by what another
man described as victory

Though reason remains within us the decisions
we make cannot stick to walls that refuse to
stand still while time records every doubt
as to the meaning of islands and arks

But why would we blow something up to
create something new unless what was
to come was penance for horrors that a
youthful God witnessed in his progeny;
only the cross knows why

Picture perfect like a ballerina waving her arms;
deep gorges and rolling valleys, a morning smile,
but the armies of pain tried to make her forget

She lay awake watching for birds too blind to fly

She wanted to wear her slippers
But the hot embers of war remained
She wanted to twirl on extended toes
But the holes she penetrated had no end

He had thought himself as a fallen prince but she
could not accept cruelty as fateful romance; only
furtive, plaintive, pointed glances remained;
wanting to shatter glass without breaking form
over every new set of lustful eyes

She knew he had never kissed a storm

A black swan; she hated that she had no concern
or seriousness until after it happened and yet he
was also a black swan swimming eagerly towards
her sweet lips

She kissed him as if it was a mistake

He was consumed with fantasy; another knight
pursuing his prey; she knew he was already in love;
it was too easy to hurt a man; every naïve inference
he followed was in reality her rigid body saying no

Ste remembered who slayed her pride setting
in motion the earth’s plates beneath the ocean
that shattered salty skies with its ruthless
obsessive deluge crushing the future

Nothing would ever be perfect again; or was
it that she realized it never was; she knew
normalcy could never reveal her criminal side
or what she would do with a man who knew
how to touch her

She wanted to be wildly melodramatic, but
the elevator would not descend for those
who could not control themselves; the
reflection in her wine glass reminded her
how quickly it would sink into the ******
mess she had become but at least it would
know why being strafed, shot and left for
dead had become so important to her

All this and his lips were still moving, prying
open her mouth so he could pleasure himself;
such a man was not what she wanted but
it was time to let him be a man and she was
willing to donate herself to the cause; if only
he knew how to do it

Watching decency roll away
Nobody cares about dignity
Everybody wants instant fame
The genius is in the celebrity

The less we think the better
The mystery is in pouty lips
They only kiss the camera lens
And not the intellect they eclipse

We’re choking on the stars, who
walk the streets beneath our feet
The aging is to see it all again
They only discover the same street

The way to worship is by the day
What will you do to the past
That you cannot do tomorrow
All that is left is what will last

Mountain tops remove desire
Distraction removes pain
Suffer the country or the city
No matter the result is the same

What was life without love
Before, you were what you wanted
After, you were disappointed
Now, you walk with the haunted

I want to tell you that I believe
But not in my life or in my death
Instead I want to believe in you
I see the tears in your every breath

All I could do was point to my heart
It was the sign of my love to the end
You were saddened by what he said
But still, I will always be your friend

The butterfly and the swan, our
most blessed creatures; for in
natural painful transformation of
crawler to beautiful freedom, of
ugly homeliness to majestic beauty;
what is natural becomes possible and
what is possible becomes hopeful

Upon stormy waters he walked;
but only still waters draw us near
with melancholy determination;
hearing that voice within, but
does it direct you to throw stones
for ripples that soothe or to break
apart the reflective image of what
you cannot understand?

We are anesthetized; for reality
is no basis for happiness and
delusion fuels pretension to be
what we are not; and so we applaud,
loudly, for strangers who wear our
colors; because what they do is
our greatness; but do we cheer
for them or ourselves?

To those who sacrifice, it is a
constant; to those who do not,
it is a moment; but we live with
our fears no matter who dies
for them; fear because of our
children; fear because of war;
fear because of pride; fear
because of ignorance

What was once a child’s kingdom,
narcissism versus intellect, is how
adults now separate themselves;
the victory of a beautiful face over
character is complete; mannequins
who cannot speak enable those
without conscience to ignore the
consciousness of their soul

Silent love, quiet discomfort,
one human becoming God, for
their blessing is salvation on earth;
but blessings are relative; relative
to where we were born and who
loved us as children; we begin without
the knowing of favor; what we learn
of ourselves is where we begin again

Art is not competition but expression
reveals life; revelation of consciousness;
our heroes must only make us feel; we
ignore their flaws but does that prove
we are forgiving or only want vicarious
pleasure no matter the cost or the
rationalization of the conditions of victory?

The fisher of men’s souls spoke to all
men; for it was written from a mount; but
what do we embrace? War or peace?
Riches or charity? Arrogance or humility?
When ripples reach the far shore what is left
is the question that wet living glass asks
about what we see and what we believe;
because calm reflection is the only storm
we can survive

I never forgot you my love
The ten years between us have passed
I knew I had no choice but to wait

Every morning I remembered
But I walked slowly on distant shores
Because love said it's never too late

There are no broken mirrors
Or paintings of jagged edged emotion
You were always my friend
Even when you said till we meet again

We both know how we once felt
I don’t know if you live for something new
Or for someone who believes in fate

Maybe I’m just a bridge you once crossed
But the fire you see in the distance is my torch
Because the moon tild you never to walk straight

There is no broken glass
Or songs about bitter love that was lost
If we can only be friends
I will still smile about you no matter the cost

I remember when you were spring in my arms
When we were close we knew why our eyes came together
But what was shelter for my soul fell to my bare feet
The nails dug into my heart and so did the stormy weather

What was once a free life is now a guilty existence
You said look into my heart and I’m trying to think that way
I thought I would know by now how to feel about love
But there is a shadow made without light that won’t go away

Why are we wasting away
We can’t sleep
We are so suspicious
All we do is weep
We can’t make a life
Our sadness is too deep
I need a reason for me to stay

I can’t beg or be angry any more than you can my love
The rest of the world can’t see inside our closed windows
We need to find out how much we want for our own life
We can hurt each other or try to make light without shadows

I always was the lucky one
You said I had a guardian angel
But what I thought was a cool breeze
Was only her flying away

Why are we wasting away
We can’t sleep
We are so suspicious
All we do is weep
We can’t make a life
Our sadness is so deep
Give me a reason to stay