memories of summer,
memories of winter,
memories of spring,
memories of fall,
memories of season's changing,
seasons i shared with you

live some,
love some,
forgive some,
forget some,
breathe some,
smoke some,
it's a new year,
stay beautiful

keeping things bottled up,
i hold back the urge to take a shot and let it out

these momentary lapses,
will be so foreign five years from now

so i keep telling myself silly things,
like, "all things come & go"

i see the moon at night,
standing out from all of space,
and i ask her if you're alright,
i ask her about your beautiful face

when the dusk brings mist,
the pursuit of happiness,
gets lost in the fog

tell me,
is orange still your favorite color?
i'm just curious,
it's of no relevance

on days like these,
it's hard to act like i've forgotten,
the little things that gave you away

two strangers,
one thought,
to each his own

two brothers,
one bond,
a mother's prize

two lovers,
one soul,
forever young

a knife fight,
two lives,
one goes down

*one stranger,
one lover,
no brothers remain

my life is a jigsaw puzzle,

the pieces to this puzzle are the people i share my existence with,

time's ticking,

there're thousands of more pieces to be found.

be careful when you give in

you'll know when you've lost

your best ideas will be to blame

from what she said he said to each other

pulling in bogus clowds of affection

with notions of mixed emotions

when lust, turns mostly to love

there's no light from behind,
there's no me & you,

left alone,
by our demise,
i'm shattered by your willing eyes.

you hesitate,
to see why i,
try so hard without your love.

is this what you wanted?
is this what your dream has become?
you're wasting your life,
to make me a better person.

no more

light is shown,
scattering..
in the fields.. into the sea,

the beacon's lit,
the word is sent,
for every man,
to all the world

is it beginning?
where the doors open to another life,
another hope,
for the sake of love,
and the right for peace

this is where the journey begins,
the loving gates.. leave the free,
from the levee, the towering light,
ascends from clouds,
and hits the earth

proven through time,
the beacon will light,
in times of darkness,
when love goes dim

the birds will sing,
of those days,
when light first came,
and gates where open,

light is shown,
scattering..
in the fields.. into the sea,

the beacon will last,
till man stops dreaming,
hearts stop loving,
and the light keeps growing