I want you to walk with me
I can't tell you where
But where we are today
Is tomorrow's memory to share

Life changed when we were born
We survived that first moment
Now we look for our home
But change never relieves it's torment

I saw eyes change green to blue
When skies changed blue to green
But storms should not make us afraid
Because love lives somewhere in between

I want you to walk with me
I don't know why except that it is true
But what my heart knows my darling
Is life may change but never my love for you

To see all of heaven in your hands
and feel the courage of the morning after
hold a newborn baby
and listen to a dying friend’s laughter

Whatever is thus, I am prepared for the inquisition of the soul
I never asked to be born, but I am responsible for my role
The spine of the divide was the shortest distance to the light
I always avoided the blood, but ate the body every night

What beat down upon every decision was the eye of my creator
While he lit temptations fire, I became it’s very nature
I once learned on bridges and dirt roads, then by love that died
Never once was a moment when I knew what was inside

To not forgive someone
to whom you owe so much;
is to accuse without depth
or the right to benefit by their touch

Whatever it became, I once only saw what required no belief
Then rivers without a head or feet, only direction but no relief
Then came with eyes closed, the life built around the mind
And what was my feeling of grace became something I could not find

I belong, though indulgence became empathy and recognition, a mystery
The story you thought was written without regret is forgotten history
To reach each other without shock or judgment is to know both ways
Up or down, left or right, man or woman, right or wrong, insult or praise

To watch the change in love
or the desire for loneliness instead of anger
is to hold a heart that you forgot
and a mind to whom you became a stranger

Boulevard royalty mingling with animals in open cages
Instances become signposts for alleged tolerance
But it’s time to go back to the gates of where we’re from
To tell of speculative social forays to an adoring audience

Seamless air pockets provoking thought, constructing
miniature crosses piercing walls where painful paintings were hung
But you decided being a crow was better than being a rooster
There is no difference but black is the color of the song being sung

Passionately significant but intellectually deficient
Sensitive jealousies masquerading polemic tendencies
Dreads worn for life not for the fears of who would notice
An intrusive memory loss was all that could save their enemies

As ludicrous as foot stools for wheels or sleep when morning breaks
Social dynamics treated reservedly by contemporaneous mocking birds
Philistine rounder’s no more or less competent than square faced priests
Believe me, the time we forget is only because we cannot say the words

The story ended before the introduction did because they never met
The pre-text may be questioned but the post mortem changes nothing
The only evil that is selected are outrages that inoculate us from shock
Warm friendliness does not sink the rocky rapids that are no longer asking

Confounding lines of judgment and reckless carriages await their turn
Canon or pulp; equally intriguing depending on which way towards the sun
Systematic folding chairs gaze at danger but in the manner a priest would
He swallows before telling the congregation he is not a man or the one

The reconstruction of peace begins with a soft breeze and earth tones
Necessary or essential, it is all the same for the time it takes to be sane
Within the sacrament principle we beg pain to restrict our movements
Linguistically inexperienced emotionally spent will we ever be the same

Dreams of flying with leaves under wires calmly watching man fall short
Incantation pastoral discovery of what aspect we could never know
Until you feel nothing between lovers except what is written on the heart
The one who walked away will never know the one who told them so

The more we’re told the less we care
I want to be good but it's still a long way there
There’s nothing a man in power won't do
But I give him more because he told me to blame you
He’ll say the things some of us want to hear
But first he had to check which one of us to fear
He could stay on the left or right
It doesn’t matter as long as he knows which side to fight

Ma never worried how our world lost its way
She just loved us and left the rest for someone else to say
We knew we should be sleeping
But we didn’t want to spoil all our dreams with our weeping
The shaking hands of a peaceful man
Was the witnessed horror of who had to **** when the war began
For every sacrifice that was forgotten
Unmerited glory squanders the living humility of God’s garden

We look to poets for the meaning
The legacy of the dead is all that we are feeling
We look to painters for the honor
The legacy of the dead is painted upon a silk banner
We look to singers for the despair
The legacy of the dead is heard in the wailing air
We leave it to others to describe it
While we search our hearts so we know how to live it

We pray not unto our enemies
Will we fall from the height of our spirit to worship pennies
We pray not unto the wicked
Will we follow but instead unto goodness will we be lifted
We pray not unto an early death
Will we succumb ourselves until we witness Lazurus’ breath
We pray not unto a living hell
Will we burn without the assurance of men striking God's bell

The more we know the less we believe
They say don’t worry about yesterday, tomorrows up our sleeve
They pull hope out like a magic show
We’re so amazed it doesn’t matter what we will never know
They can almost say no wrong
And even if they do, time will save them, it never takes too long
A lifetime of service and a statue
But life remains the same for those that the marble never knew

Put yourself together
so you can leave
I didn’t ask you, but
you need to think to believe

Everything we felt; we
couldn’t talk about
We were assuming, but
was it assurance or doubt?

I never know
I never know
I won’t pretend
I just never know

You will never know either;
but you are stronger than me
You have to put yourself through it,
so I can believe the way it will be

When you left,
you really left
When I watched,
I knew what you could not accept

Whatever the wind did to your hair,
you had already left with me

Whatever you gave away,
you had already given before me

I never know
I never know
I won’t pretend
I just never know

When the arrow pierces another
The bowman knows what to give
I never knew of you before we met
Though in my heart you lived
When love is born
What once lived as a mystery
Now lives in the tip of an arrow
But she broke it because of pride’s misery

He knew he could never hold her
She would cry of hunger
Rather than accept his gifts
For of a debt she would never wonder
He wanted to tell her
She had defeated her insecurity
But her defiance was all too real
She didn’t want to be his ego’s charity

He blew out candles and laid them to rest
He wanted no shadow to witness
He wanted to protect her fears
So she could stop hiding her sweetness
She knew she would fall in love
Because she had already reached the bottom
As they parted with another wistful goodbye
She once again pretended what she had forgotten

Jump on come on
Gonna lay you out
Flirt zoo showdown
What's it all about?

Head game voodoo
Think about do you
Smack talk all uptown
**** strut walk around

Turn it on ignite your flame
You never be the same
You see you're my plan
Get up girl I'm your man

Funky Gotchy don't I girl?
Rhythm method dance floor whirl
You want I like hot lips pouty
*** love exotic dark-eyed beauty

Hypno mind-zone freakout
Hip sway barfly holdout
Walk toe shuffle foot
Love starved crapshoot

Breakdown hard to get
Intrigue mind is set
Crazy hold mind on you
Alcohol stumble on thru

Funky Gotchy don't I girl?
Rhythm method dance floor whirl
You want I like hot lips pouty
*** love exotic dark eyed beauty

Drunk walk dance floor queen
Move stop tease my dream
Close far wet hard rock
Rhyme poet walkin the walk

****** ***** push away
Eye look what you say?
Smile coy make me wait
Night life stay up late

Funky Gotchy don't I girl?
Rhythm method dance floor whirl
You want I like hot lips pouty
*** love exotic dark eyed beauty

He always felt the pressure, with eyes
that weighed life only through the mind;
though not too strong or sardonic; he
listened closely to her apologies to others
for life’s unrelenting random decisions;
but dead still fatalism was the only
logic that he allowed to approach

He should have known, her languid eyes
weighed life only through the heart;
though not so delicate, nor sympathies
hopelessly buried in allegory, she
laid the dead pennies upon his eyes
while blood became clear because she
said so

But she knew how to laugh, it was
as close as she would come to pretending
she didn’t care so much; it was because
of days spent drowning in her own futile
black and white world; seeing life only in
the light of kindness and the darkness of
shadows begging to lift their veil

He laughed but only in the past; he spent
more time asking what difference does
any of it make; she smiled patiently, if
there was anything she loved about him
it was that what he denied of himself
screamed in agony alone at night because
he knew he was the same as she was

I really want to know
Why would anyone have children
If they knew how afraid it would make them feel?
But then we ask for more
Because the fear is the only thing that makes life real

Who lives on the dark side
But smiles walking down mean streets?
She brings her own eyes to see the light and nothing else
The flowers don’t know any better
And neither does a girl who doesn’t believe hope melts

I really want to know
What are the things you won’t tell me
Did you decide to wait before you forget your last boy?
I said don’t hold my hand right now
So you went out alone but you weren’t anybody’s toy

It makes no difference
If we found gold on the land
We don’t climb mountains just because of the view
I could remember it more than once
But instead I live it because it reminds me of you

Your mirror looks so sweet
It knows everything about you
It shines through all your doubts
And the things it knows that are true
I wanted to ask a few questions
Letting on is not your style
I stared long and hard at the streaks
The fact it wasn’t clean made me smile

I stared so long things moved in on me
Tell me about the men she charmed
I needed to get a drink first though
I didn’t want to be unarmed
When I got back I was ready
What I heard wasn’t what I’d imagined
You sat in his bed smiling at the camera
But you once told me it never happened

That’s what the problem was
The things I thought were secrets
Were the things I already knew
But I wanted to conquer my weakness
I had to stare into something
I was tired of running away
What I finally saw was not a reflection
But instead unshaven words I could never say

Oceans morning moon winking, at
sea gate keys rusted pleasures,
opening loves barnacled secrets, clutched
by tentacles intertwined forever silted

Rocks carved by crashing waves,
shadowing moments before instants, of
loves memory building sand castles
in the rain guided by passing masts

What could be drove her into the surf;
it was never the man as he was,
but what her heart told her was waiting
beyond rip tides and winds that didn’t care

Morning after’s had to wait for dawn,
nights alone knew that mornings alone
felt the same; but the hold of a ship at sea
at least carried her memory with him

Birds picking the lustfully heaving waters
at midnight, dodgy flowers in a stormy garden,
she could only wonder about such things,
while he could only wait for the night before

The wash behind drew life near, expectant;
she could feel the life in his wake, including
her own; but he knew what she could not
believe; this bow longs for her port

If she thinks beyond her mate
And arrives at the point of who she is
He will try to pull her back

Because she might continue on

He is not the only one she knows
And he knows
He is not the only one who makes her think
And he knows

But she finally decided

Nothing new can be discovered thinking of something else
Unless you believe in accidents
And she can no longer wait

Everything he loved was buried under the disbelieving mound
The grave held him up as he leaned on stiff grieving hands
The rain fell without remorse as his fingers sunk into the mud
It reminded of her once smiling toes disappearing into white sands

He knew his apprenticeship to life would run off with next sunrise
The mud crushed his temples until all that was left was guilt
He remembered that he was alive as everything became real
He found only emptiness in the very place their love once built

He couldn’t leave because the traces of his hands were washing away
It would be their last moment together though she had already left
He thought to reclaim the imprint that she left on sandy shores
But they were gone as muddy waters raised the tide to lay love to rest

You noticed before you knew
But nobody told you what to say
What your eyes saw in them
Is not what you see today

But you made your choice
And wanted them your way
Now the end seems near
Why do you want them to stay?

All those years
Who was right
Who was wrong
Both of you forgot
It was so complicated
Now you have to decide
Can you be what it is that you’re not

You can’t stop a river
Unless you build a dam
But their words still ring true
“The currents will is who I am”

Did you ever know a time to be free?
You built a life but the hurt still lasts
We regret our mistakes and try not to look back
But life doesn’t grow in ways that buries the past

All those years
Who was right
Who was wrong
Both of you forgot
It was so complicated
Now you have to decide
Can you be what it is that you’re not

Don't ask me who I am
Or what I'm thinking
You will never understand me
Nor will I you
But what we can be together
Is something that we will know very well
Because we dreamed of this moment
All of our lives
It is not what I give to you that matters
It is what you give that is your beauty
And what you give to me now
Is why you wake up every morning
And what I think of you is not what matters
It is only that you became what you wanted to be

It is the craziest of minds that cannot sleep

It tries to forget
To write of it is madness
But still it does
It tries not to see
To draw of it is madness
But still it does

There is no rationale for remembrance

It tries not to feel
To love it is madness
But still it does
It tries not to desire
To touch it is madness
But still it does

It is the destruction of the standards of dignity

It tries poise
To cry is madness
But still it does
It tries life
To **** itself is madness
But still it does

It is the craziest of minds that hurts itself

It tries to accept
To reject is madness
But still it does
It tries to conform
To deviate is madness
But still it does

She looked like she had it all together
She laughed more in ten minutes than I had in a month
I wanted to talk to her about it
But I didn’t want to dump my pain on her all at once

I’d never seen such a natural beauty
It wasn’t just her face, it was the way she wore it
There was nothing to draw attention
Except her happy eyes and the way they were lit

You don’t look like you need me baby
But you’re not wearing a ring
You’re out on the town
You don’t look like you’re missing a thing
But everybody needs somebody
And I want it to be me
I just have to calm myself down
And remember it’s real and not a dream

There she goes out the door
Her long brown hair waving goodbye
If I hadn’t been so taken
I wouldn’t have acted so shy

It seemed whatever I could say
Couldn’t open a door that didn’t need to open
I guess love is just about luck
You can’t walk up and say you’re the one I’ve chosen

You don’t look like you need me baby
But you’re not wearing a ring
You’re out on the town
You don’t look like you’re missing a thing
But everybody needs somebody
And I want it to be me
I just have to calm myself down
And remember it’s real and not a dream

We are all wise
You are no different
But you are not confident
Do you think your experience is not real?
You can help someone

We all need a friend
You are no different
But you cannot be alone
Do you think a new person is who you are?
You should find yourself first

We are all sad
You are no different
But you won't tell anyone
Do you think they do not care?
Give them a chance to help you

We are all the same
You are no different
But you try to be like everyone else
How is it that you are the same but still different?
That is the riddle you must solve

It is not the calm of discovery that fuels my expression,
but the fury of shedding the tightly wound cocoon I didn’t ask for,
knowing that I will not have wings once I set myself free;
knowing the climate is not for an indigenous refugee in his own world;
knowing I may be eaten alive the moment I open my eyes;
by predators who neither appreciate my troubles, or
the fact that I am aware of their existence

They didn’t expect to see me so soon; a lamb is supposed to die young,
or at least degenerate into a bitter fool who can only reach for a bottle,
his cigarettes and pictures in some magazine of lipstick masquerading as lips

How can words be so black that you dismiss them though they breathe as you do?

It’s never going to be comfortable to make you feel the way I do;
except possibly the moment you realize you were strapped to a gurney too;  but it’s only because nobody can understand you anymore; why should you care?

The world is moving too fast for the one’s living in the comfort
of their own insults and views of a world they have dimmed
by shooting illuminated silk fabric bags that ask questions nobody
cares to hear anymore because they have already decided that
what a man has on his table is either of his own choosing or what
he deserves

Is change only for malleable children who listen intently to those who have given up?

You gave it away before you knew you had it; they wanted you to think like them; and because you love them you had no choice; but now that you do you find the darkness that clings to you more comforting than crackling bones who do not wish to walk above ground for they have become accustomed to the feeling of not feeling anything because alliteration is not a word for artists but instead the way those who have given up describe vapid, languid submission because it is easier to suffer quietly than to be ridiculed for thinking otherwise

But these things are not relevant if we cannot share them yet we are so far apart; so I must make them hurt; the words must penetrate into your cloth skin because you do not know that it can be removed; and when you feel what I tell you, do not cry or if you must then know that I have already cried and the river of my awakening has not yet crested; there is room for you my friend; listen not for direction or guidance; but instead for purpose and free will

You forgot about that didn’t you?

You can make a new mistake; but it will be your own for who has not almost suffered their own death being born into another world?

The judgments of man are for their own benefit and as soon as they destroy you they will forget you; make them remember and soon they will fear themselves; because they will now know that their own darkness cannot extinguish the darkness that you wish to explore; your darkness; the darkness that may be light in the world that awaits your courageous journey

When will you begin?

Give them what they want
Or make them want what you have to give
A pretty face makes you stupid
She knows it, that's why she acts that way
It doesn't matter why they feel the way they do
You fell for it, you deny it, but we know better
Nothing older than you can be questioned
You just have to decide what it is you wish to believe
It's better to take pictures of flowers in the spring
Than endure someone who can't understand your mind
It's not about getting there from here
It's about making there what here is all about
A transformed mind has forgotten his childhood
And must say no to his mother and mean it
If you ever decide you can be faithful
Then you are the luckiest man in the world

I thought I'd write you a letter
It's to tell you goodbye, even though we've never met
There are so many things we've shared
You've written about all of them, how could you forget?
Prosaic gravity pulled us together
You know you felt it, but to which lonely globe have you fallen?
The air is not the way you remembered
But what you learned to breathe, was the awakening pollen
I want you to know how I will leave you
Your heart will be half what it was, but I will only take the backside
You thought *** was a gift I wanted
So why did I paint black walls black again when I was on the inside?
You can’t answer that question my love
You felt less than a woman but that was because I was less than a man
The mistake was your beauty
If you had only spoken first seduction would not have been my plan
The pilgrimage you made drove you mad
You reveal your sickness because you are consumed with passion
You cannot avoid me my love
You have to give me everything so that you can be full of reason
I made love to you in the ocean
Everyone could see us but there was nothing we could do
I wanted to terrify you with exhibitionism
But instead it's me who has to live with the salt burned residue
Tell me now that you hate me
I know you do, but remember I only took the wall that is shadowed
You feel as if you cannot give again
But he will see the façade I left and believe the field is unplowed
Never ask me why I am the way I am
You could never explain yourself to me even though you tried
Both of us would rather write about it
Than say things with eyes that will only feel like somebody lied

Deep inside your darkness
A match flickers in love with itself, creating
moon glow halos around every heart beat

Does light matter to you once you swallow it whole?
What lives on the inside reveals itself only by sound
Except silent tears are louder than even joyful screams

Emotional tracked mirrors melting into your eyes
Haunted hallways blackened phosphorus faded to memories
But without my light your darkness finally set itself on fire

You decided nobody should find comfort in a lost soul
There are traces of love but you had to find them yourself
You don't need me my love so I will find my own way home

Her touch doesn't mean she loves me
My touch doesn’t mean I don’t
I don’t know if I’ll ever say I’ll stay to the end
Because I don’t know now what I knew then

I’m ready to walk on down the hill
I’m tired of climbing mountains
I don’t want to try that hard anymore
I can get the feeling walking in penny fountains

I don’t know if you think about waking up like I do
I want you to turn to me with the same thoughts in mind
Sometimes I think you do but it’s complicated being true
I don’t think enough about why I’m losing you

I’m ready to drive my car just up the road
I’m tired of flying around when life is all around me
I know how poor they are all the way over there
But there are people suffering the same right here

I don’t want someone to find my empty broken plane
The island grows all around except what you hang on to
Somebody wonders what you were thinking back then
You want to tell them you really tried to stay to the end

I’m ready to talk if you are
I decided you’d either like me or you won’t
I know how to be nice but I can’t worry about who I am
You’re so beautiful but time will tell if I’m your kind of man

I remember the feeling
Of walking into clouds that were bleeding
That’s the kind of love I always needed
The kind that comes and goes
You followed me all over
Watering me until I grew older
But what I finally realized about you
Was a memory that never grows

If you knew me once
I’m not that way anymore
You always lived in the past
But that’s not what tomorrows for

I remember the meaning
Of chasing clouds that were leaving
That’s the kind of love I always hated
The kind that comes and goes
You made me follow you all over
Denying me because I was older
But what I finally realized about you
Was a future that never knows

If you knew me once
I’m not that way anymore
You always talked about tomorrow
But that’s not what you wanted me for

I wanted to speak plainly,
but as nature has reached you,
so should I in the way only love can hear

If you can listen to me now,
while I am still alive, you will always know
of my desire to draw you near

There is nothing left between us,
only desperation, for the time has passed
for lovers to wait for their dreams to appear

I am circling your world, drawn
by your longing for eyes that open at night
to show you what you once watered with tears

I want to whisper to you now,
so that you must come close enough for me
as the exiting calm begins to disappear

I will not touch you until you are ready,
but the hair on our arms will rise before us
as nature's calling will turn fate away from our fears

The time had come for leaving;
except I was already where I wanted to be
I could not understand sands,
that stood apart from the sea
A landing of sorts
or the door to what some may believe
It served little purpose,
for those who could not conceive

Without a sign post
and someone who could read;
they could only guess as to why,
the poem would no longer bleed;
the truth was stronger than honesty
as ignorance had already agreed,
what more could it possibly know
except which farmer favored his seed

Within rocks that move
and those that wither beneath our homes;
voices that cannot be heard
are as sturdy but forgotten as buried bones;
but those who dare speak
place their trust inside back-stabbing phones
for they have fallen from crosses
where nails welcome only God’s to their tombs

I know you wonder
how it is that I forget you;
but that is not true

I remember every flower
though they have been picked
and pressed between the pages
of an old book

I remember birds that once flew,
between wind-stained trees
though they are gone now,
replaced by others too soon to leave

I have only forgotten how to live,
for what I do now is wait,
for another spring morning
the same as last year
and the year before
because I know my memories will bloom

As will you

Though I have not fallen apart
it is not a sign that I do not love you;
it is that strength of being alone
that sustains us

I will light the fire once again
and in the candles light
I will see you and know
that what burns in me
also burns in you
and that neither of us
can extinguish the other

Even if we must live apart

Upon the receding mass,
we float, imperceptible
gathered with pieces; clues,
hints of what we assume;
perception of truth; together,
we know; but we cannot,
we cannot because we are not,
we are not together, we are not
together, we are not together;
we are only apart, gathered,
but scattered, fragmented,
a song that cannot begin
or end; pausing, hesitating,
charging, hurting, confessing,
but not to each other and only
if it makes the pain go away;
we know when to cry; we know
when to open the box, spilling
the contents before us; pieces
pieces of our heart; and they
will pick one; the one that
our children walk with; to join
the leaves that blow; to join
the rivers that dry; to join
the money that bleeds; to join
the promises that lie; to join
the love that hates; to join
the assurance that confuses;
to join the winds that die;
for what helplessness cannot,
prayer will replace; if only
to believe that someone will remember;
remember we love them more than
we love the days when we were young

There is no distance further than your dreams

There is no boundary, no line,
no horizon

Courage and fear roam freely,
tending to their own flocks;
wandering without humility  
or remorse

Love that has not been planted,
becomes a forest

Love that sleeps walks in the night;
unafraid of shadows or bright lights

You met him before you knew better;
but there is nothing you cannot imagine

He is perfect because your desires are perfect

If you cannot meet your own kind
in the very place you invented,
then you will never know him
when he knocks upon your door

There is no closeness that you can endure,
unless you have dreamed in a yearning state;
when flowers suddenly appear above a fence,
what was a life alone becomes a life together;
but who would know these things,
except someone from far away?

You have allowed man to portion your purpose,
the measure limited by what can be sold;
physical beauty,
frivolous distraction,
for love of life has become love of acceptance

But who would love you that would rob you;
of your dignity,
of your life,
of your soul,
except those who do not know how to love

Remove the fears that make your eyes eager,
to please,
to die,
to give up what it is that you were meant to be

They take what cannot be given,
to you,
by man,
for their own glory,
or else they would

Stand naked if you must,
stand alone if you trust what I'm saying,
and if you cannot,
then I pray that one day the life you should be,
will come,
and what comes undone,
is what they have become

But it is you who must decide what to live up to

I could be mad everyday and maybe I am
But not over the color of your skin
Or why you remember to this very day
I could be mad everyday
But not whether you love a man or a woman
Or whether God made you that way

I could be mad everyday and maybe I will
But not because you crossed the border
Or because my Father came a different way
I could be mad everyday
I know how you hurt on the inside
Because somebody's hate made you feel that way

Sometimes I don’t feel like trying
But I’m not going to let it happen to me
I’m not listening to people who are doing all the lying
They’re not the ones who care why we’re dying

I could be mad everyday and maybe I should be
From trading goats to trading bitcoins
Money has always been the only way
I could be mad everyday
I don’t want to wait for the judge
To avenge us for those who make us pay

We could be mad everyday and maybe we should
Faceless ambitions send our children off to war
Only to be remembered on Memorial day
I could be mad everyday
They squander all our money
And we wonder why nobody makes them pay

Sometimes I don’t feel like trying
But I’m going to smile even though I can’t
I’m listening to the people doing all the lying
But I’m not going to let them make me feel like dying

I could be mad everyday
Because I don’t want to be a fool
They know I’m not playing their game
I’m not stealing or selling them my name

We could be mad everyday and maybe some are
They try to teach us how to hate
But I’m not going to be the one to obey
I could be mad everyday
They think we don’t understand
But we do because we don’t listen to what they say

Sometimes I don’t feel like trying
But tonight I think I will
I want to know how to be your brother
And not the way they want us to treat each other

I decided it's better to live with what you hide from me
How can I ask you to be honest when I won't let you?
What you choose to love is not my right to question
And if it's not me it doesn't mean that I won't love you

You probably thought I'd hurt you over rejecting me
But that's not the man that I want to be
I don't mind crying alone
I don't mind if you know
That's the only way to know how I feel

I decided it's better to help you love the right way
I want you to remember me as a person
And not someone who loved but walked away
Because he couldn't make you worship me

You probably thought I'd never leave you alone
I have to be the kind of man who hears what you say
We have to know when to let go
We have to know when to let it show
That's the only way to make you feel safe inside

I decided it's better to be happy for you
If you love another man then that's the right thing to do
I won't force you to tell it too my eyes
The kind of person you are doesn't hurt someone like that

You probably thought I'd never accept it
I have to quit imagining what you do at night
I know that I loved someone too
I know that I once lied to you
It's time to be strong enough to let you go

We get along with people we do not care for because we need the money but hurt and hold grudges against those that we love...

They do not pay us for our conscience or our ability to love; only if we provide value.....

A man is never worthy of another man's daughter because he knows we will never love her like he does....

The poor will always strike their stones together instead of making masa when those who rule them approach so that they will know that making bread is not giving up their souls...

A man who looks forward everyday to talking to a woman that he will never touch loves her more than the man who does....

No matter what is said, you can find a reason to disagree; but when men agree it is because they cannot find peace any other way...

You will know an honest man not only when he admits you are right in front of people who have the power to judge him but also when his eyes say so...

Why is a man who is able to arbitrage a momentary advantage in markets admired while a man who can repair your car is forgotten?

It is always assumed that a man who rejects luxury when it is offered for a moment is bitter... it is always assumed that a man who takes luxury when it is offered wishes he was someone else....

You will never understand how a poet can describe in the world without leaving his room....

How can I decide
When I know so little?
How can I know
When life is a riddle?
How can I love
What I cannot see?
How can my mind accept
What it cannot conceive?
How can I preach
When I do not understand?
How can I hear
Tongues from a foreign land?
How can I believe
Miracles from long ago?
How can I choose
Which words to follow?
How can I be like you
If it is you I do not understand?
How can we live together
When truth is built upon sand?
How can I worship
A God who remains silent?
How can I bow
In a world that remains violent?
How can I turn the other cheek
When it hurts so much?
How can I drink your blood
When your cup I cannot touch?
How can I be saved
When the wretched rule our domain?
How can heaven wait
For a mind that causes so pain?
How can I know you
When the words of man fail?
How can I know
When money is our holy grail?
How can I know the truth
When we believe a lie?
How can I know
When the answer is always why?

If you don’t mean it
Don’t say it
If you can’t live with it
Don’t think it
Because tomorrow will come
And I will act upon it

You don’t know anything about me
There's just been talk
There's never been a night
But time has no place to go
What we think we know
Is only what we want to know

It's ok
I won't break you

You know I’m not society
Or the answer to your dreams
I’m a moment never to forget
But then your life will stay behind
And I will be gone
While love closes the blinds

It's easy for me to say these things
To be so sure about who I am
And how immune to love I can be
But is the fear of love
The fear of life
Or what I am made of?

It's ok
I'll keep looking

A woman is a mirror
It’s not always what she says
It’s how she suffers
And I know it to be true
But how can I live looking at myself
Even if I’m in love with you?

I can’t imagine your feelings
Not that empathy is my enemy
But it's too much sometimes
All I can see
Is how I’ve failed you
And everything you wanted from me

It's ok
I won't walk away

Where may guile walk
But within the hour of deception?

Where may cunning awaken
But at the dawn of deceit?

The insincere accumulation
Wealth gained without merit
Avarice for advancement
Family name for hubris
Honor for shame
Tradition for currency
Legacy for advantage
Word for reputation

Not born of shrewd duplicity
But fired by the weakness
Of man
In desperation
To elevate his own life
Above that of his mortality
And his fear
Of dying alone
With no mark
Or memory preserved

There is no leaf caressing a ration of rain water
No tree bent by green skies
No hedge split by the wind
No meadow laid bare by it's own kind
No form of nature
That has not witnessed man's tribulations
Or man's secrets
Or man's history
Or felt man's longing eyes
For beauty
For strength
For power
For fearlessness
To be who we are
And live the life we are destined to live

We cannot know courage
Until we are touched by fear
We cannot know strength
Until we understand weakness
We cannot know purpose
Until it is ****** upon us
We cannot know inspiration
Until we see those who follow

To ride on top of the train,
not inside
To eat only bread and salt,
not speeches
To live as only the poor would,
not talk
To be threatened by differences,
not welcomed

To humble yourself before man,
not above
To turn your heart to peace,
not hate
To see yourself as light
not flesh
To walk equally with all men,
not apart

To pray for wisdom in life,
not advantage
To pray for peace of mind,
not cunning
To pray for love of life,
not self
To pray for humanity,
not glory

No matter the darkness in others
They still recognize kindness
Even if they cannot trust it

No matter the stone
It can be cooled beneath the sun
And warmed beneath the moon

No matter how they respond
They will remember how you made them feel
Even if the love they never had remains a mystery

No matter
You cannot change the world
But you can turn on the light

It was a song I loved
The notes reached me
I understood what they were saying

It was a song I knew
I didn't have to ask questions
But one day it just stopped playing

Like a high flying bird
It vanished into the sky
Reminding me life is changing

I forgot its message
It was dead to me
I didn’t know it was waiting

A song needs its lover
The one who understands it best
The one who can hear it calling

Arousing me from indifference
The bird suddenly appeared
And my heart began its falling

As I reached out
It darted away
I wondered where it was going

But it only circled above
Singing forgotten notes
Asking if it was time for our joining

But how can I know if it is true
Is it time for something real
Or just memories I keep reliving?

I wish I could kiss your sad eyes
I want to taste your tears
I want to swallow them whole
I want them to see my heart

So my heart can see your soul

All I needed was to watch you blink away the pain
Then I knew you had not given up on love
But still the past is what I see in you

Let me wipe your tears away
Let me kiss your eyes
Let me whisper to your memories
I want to tell them the past ends today

A bird sitting on the end of an arrow
When it fell your wings knew what to do
You liked being carried along for the ride
You learned to fly when your courage grew

But was that really you?
Riding the wave
Whatever its direction
You needed to feel the floor drop
Before you finally felt brave

You can do it now
You can know what was forever true
You used to watch it happen to someone else you knew

You can learn what matters now
You can find out before the day gets too late
But you have to you fly in skies that aren’t always blue

The sword is covered with all our blood
The folks who swing it don’t worry about their aim
We spend our times frying eggs and looking down
But we don’t have to lose our pride or take the blame

A bird sitting on a freight train
When it set out you didn’t care where it went
You only believed in man-made things that never die
But when it stopped you knew which message had been sent

You can do it now
You can remember what they told you
Or you can decide if you want to be someone new

You can learn what matters now
You can find out before the night becomes early
But you have to fly in skies that are sometimes cloudy

You stood still
Not knowing to run
Or to let it happen

When my cheek touched yours
Your skin leapt upon mine
You were unable to stop it

Just as I was unable to…

Stop the water from the desert
Stop the light from the darkness
Stop the certainty from the doubt

And you let me open the door
Not knowing if I would stay

But it was time

And you closed your eyes
Because no light shall remain
That would blind your passion

To make yourself laugh
Even though you let hate into your heart
Is patching a hole without any paint

He couldn’t remember how to act
It was lost upon him who would benefit
He didn’t think about what he could have been
That was for people who lacked style

To make yourself cry
Even though you had a good day
Is digging a hole because that’s the real world

A blood moon begs a question
So does not talking about last night
He hoped it didn’t mean anything
Giving up was easy for him to do

To make yourself laugh
Even though you’ve told a lie
Is patching a hole with the wrong color paint

He saw no point in going to confession
The middle man doesn't know if he is real
To speak of remorse was only between people
God had already knew if he was rising or sinking

To make yourself cry
Even though you helped a stranger
Is digging a hole because you know no other way