I'd like to find a purpose in the pull of the night
I know it's there, I know I love it.
can't wrap my mind around it
Something
to do
with
you

I hate to see things go by me
as I count puddles in the street
I laugh
for seconds that seem so brief
then the rest of my day goes by

Yeah, it's so sudden
any change that we love
any embracement of the drug; we so casually ignore
any side affected fun that didn't last for days to come.

So we sit still, and cry out "numb"
while pain preaches to my broken thumbs.

Sometimes,
I repeat myself
and let things flow into the trash

& some days
I really am lost
on
what to say

I know
i've only learned
a penny on a planets worth
of will & words
but
some days
&
some things
just let you know
what your life needs to be
& to go searching very hard
isn't
always
the case.

Little
by
little

Pain enters within
& from within; of course
of itself
&
for itself

This constant pain
should have been long gone
but still I wonder how
such a thing can remain

Maybe she was engraved within my very lungs
Maybe I was wrong; A fool in dumb love.
Maybe i've paid the attention too much
& forgotten how to advance through this world by myself
I look at everything as if it was Hell
Self-aware of my sight
compared
to the real
Self-aware never helps
the way that I feel.

I ache as my ligaments ponder their course through the air
& the frozen little notions of when I used to care.
Any amount of volume given to the correct note & sound
would remind me of you
just the way you were found - When my eyes had set forth from being young
dumb & in love
we'd set the summer in sun
& across the street was November - How things do change
How things do change..

time places its test upon an atlas-like
shoulder
sound escapes
&
shapes the world.

theory proves only what we imagine
to be
the universal truths are still true, in that
everything we know
we see
& everything we are is
incomplete

sudden quakes of the short fused
heart
tear me down and pull me apart
then raise me back up
to the untitled locking of windows
& cars

they seal themselves away
little naysayers
looking for a place
too clean to be true
too shallow to acknowledge
that when all this is done we won't have a thing
& when i'm dead & gone
i'll still sing
i'll still sing
i'll still sing
i'll still sing

I've driven past occasion on the date of
my realization;
A loners state of walk-in fast food joints
just to sit & eat alone

Unlucky aged elders
tell you what to do
& how to live
while their bank statements hold on
for dear life
like it's nothing to be concerned about
just as long as we follow
the
rules.

Helpless identifying self;
spreads worth like carbon
to an unviewing populace
of buttered up *****
selfish & corrupt

Helpless,
don't think you are.
You do something with your voice
& you let them know
just what
you mean when you say
anything at all.

Falling is a funny thing
Your insides feel like they're going up
and you sink
into the air below you
racing a timely
crafted
cliff.

Funny is as funny does
and the insider knowledge
known; Makes the
joke

I miss the sound of a new noise
every other day
& empty comparisons that leave
hooks in your brain,
and as we walk away
they tug at the thoughts
we didn't know we had