don't know what it is about bleeding
that *makes my poor heart come alive
I'm dressing in red for a reason
and tonight I'll be totally blind

it's then I will learn how to see You
with eyes I could never explain
You answer my questions completely
in blood You let pour through my veins

While others discuss what is dying
I'll listen because I am Yours    
as both of my bodies surrender
I will make my way back to before

on fringes of fingers of hands I don't know
I watched my whole body retreat to my soul
and now that I'm one with a body unseen
I'm more of a human than I've ever been
see, Truth has a layer of skin in itself
a skeleton clothed in eternity's breath
the one conversation you cannot ignore
it carries you forward and promises more
than anyone ever could possibly dare
a fire that smothers what shouldn't be there

If I could trade my eyes today I'd trade them with the Sun
to wake up with the world and greet another morning come
I'd watch the shadows bathe beneath the warmth of every ray
I'd float upon the waters in the gentlest of ways
and if the clouds delivered Latter Rain upon us all
then I would be returned the eyes exchanged to watch it fall
I'd never want to miss the chance to see beyond this life
to reconcile my body with the source of Truth and Light

what if all the people in your life gone by could come to you in dreams
carry conversations like they did as though the moon induced no sleep
would you still embrace the things they said those nights or try to just forget
reason with your consciousness tonight because you're stuck inside your head  
is there something making all your thoughts collide you cannot seem to grasp
do you recognize the hands of time these days or do the hours pass
sand inside the glass is falling slowly now unlike it has before
giving you and I the space we begged it to and not a measure more
I can't help but wonder if I'm here and now or always somewhere else
I want to speak another language every day but if I can't, be well

eighteen years of patience
have carried you through
made one of a body
that used to be two
the womb you were given
was meant to be shared
make room for each other
and Life will take care
[of every moment
I cannot be there]
together you got here
together you'll go
back into your mother
again to be sewn

When you swim out to sea and your limbs need a boat
turn all of you over and you'll learn how to float
See the water has welcomed each pace you have made
it is writing your story upon every wave
And when you are ready your book will be bound
by an author you've asked to be part of you now
A Scribe who intends to relay what you have said
or a snipe who's been hiding inside of your head

Reflection can be simple but so easy to ignore
when darkness casts a shadow over every single pore
in moments such as this let not your fingers reach to find
the wounds that have congealed themselves so perfectly in time
Instead of making circles round a past's familiar pain
retreat into your senses and embrace the hands of change
The difference made today might feel like nothingness at first
but follow through in boldness and again you'll find your worth
Tomorrow's moving forward while a yesterday holds back
and now's the only moment you may have to choose a track

A color I could never see I found inside of you
the deepest parts of us reflected every shade of blue
Depending on the moment I would speak in melodies
that I could never carry were you not right here with me
And even though our days have led us miles far apart
I find you in the chorus of the beat within my heart
The chords I scribed in blood because I've nothing left to give
"I want to break the silence," said her Spirit to my skin

there's nothing quite as beautiful as waking up to see
a day that beckons everything you thought could never be
for what does life inside the skin afford us but our death
a chance before we leave it to inhale another breath
but what if we were given able bodies somewhere else
a home made out of grace we used to carry in our cells
eternity unshaken by the aging hands of time
alive when there is nothing left, Truth cannot Truth deny

It's so unlike the heart to pass another's sorrow by
ignore it in an act we couldn't possibly deny
A seed sewn in our cells will cause the rot we fail to see
no blinder disposition could there ever truly be
One grain of salt is tasteless on a tongue that speaks to judge
forsaken by the veil removing every lesser love
Consider walking slowly if you choose to walk at all
don't chase away the sun again, without it you will fall

this year has been a cavalcade of everything I've done
but at the end of every day you've always been my sun
the light I rise to even when my body barely moves
the aromatic summertime that permeates my room
your seventh ring is forming now, we'll see it this July
the two and three two thousand ten turned water into wine
I drink without a second thought from hands that may be small
for they surrender whole in heart, your everything, your all

the only wall I ever built once crumbled over me
the night I fought so hard because I didn't want to leave
I asked for something dying to believe that it would rise
to meet me in the middle with the key I couldn't find
and when You called my name again my heart began to feel
allowed itself to recognize there was a way to heal
so never mind the dryness and the drought I knew would come
I want to drink the rain again and run where You will run

I've painted in my mind the many things I cannot see
the stories in the roots that grow their lives into a tree
As every single season comes to harvest what it will
the organs of the sun remain intact forever still
And never mind a human's try to reap another's change
one cannot steal the soil back of which we all be made
A little bit of everything, a palette laid on skin
We water it forever or we dry it paper thin

I know you know I find you when you float above the sky
or swim inside the oceans flowing heavy in your eyes
Invite me as I am for that is all you ever see
remind the world we Live because we're broken at the knee
We crawl to claim our purpose while we replicate the Truth
repeat the words we hear for this is all that we can do
and you will not be bothered by the noise of other songs
you are the only the music I can play these Words upon

I willingly received the words You never said to me
You placed them in my heart and let my skin become the sea
the waves would set in motion every path that ever was
and teach me to remember all the subtleties of Love
give rest to weary bones reduced to nothing over time
preserve in salt the whole of what is hidden in my mind
I swim on days I beg my soul to lead me not astray
but drown inside the person I have been up to this day
so I will leave my body at the mercy of the moon
to watch my flesh explode as I begin to talk to You

you ever tried to ask the sun about the things it sees?
illuminate this world the way it's meant for you and me
revere a sky that paints its mind upon the clouds in bloom
for everyone and everything, for every kind of moon
confessing every second why it's here for us today
the light is hoping not a single soul will walk away
"respond to Me the moment you've decided what you want"
and let your choice be final, let you die an only *one

he lives for every future he could ever hope to have
except the one that matters, one to never hold him back
a path discretely paved for his own searching soul to find
unraveled in the questions buried somewhere in his mind
his tired feet have found another stone along the way
"tomorrow needs to come, there's nothing left of me today"
too in a rush to notice he had just to turn around
embrace the life behind him yielding patiently to sound

these fields have frozen over in a way I've never seen
and more than I want anything I want again to breathe
to see my lungs embrace the sun and sleep upon the moon
the way I used to wait for all the rest I found in You
but now that I have tasted every star that ever burned
I melt into the atmosphere I know cannot return
beyond this wretched dreaming I will find my way again
don't leave me now, I'm coming home, my Dearest, Truest Friend

I wonder if December talked to June, July and May
and somehow got confused like many humans are today
another conversation I've been having in my head
do seasons speak in words like us, a language that is dead?
perhaps we ate the fruit unripe and hastily denied
the days we have are measured in the 2's and 4's of time
no second can we add but many seconds can we waste
by calling on tomorrows like a destiny to chase
today the sun is moving but the moon will never know
tonight has come too early, asked the wintertime to go

there's just enough of everything for all of us to see
the beauty of the stars as they reflect in you and me
let dust upon our feet be settled everywhere we go
wholeheartedly received in Truth that everyone may grow
the seeds within our bones are secrets none of us should keep
so let the flowers bloom and plant their roots in deepest deep
respond to every petal while it lives and when it dies
remember why it laid to rest but found a way to rise
there's nothing but a parallel to draw from all of this
two lines forever moving, never crossed, they never kissed

I've gone to many places and I've seen so many things
she said in every language she'd collected on a string
a solace found in nature she projected onto those
who had no peace and quiet they could call their very own
I know this life is bitter even more than it is sweet
but let me pour this honey on the sores beneath your feet
the Earth is just as tired as the people it sustains
in search of rest in rivers running still as latter rain
let fog upon the soil give us time enough to heal
account for every single thing we ever said was real

this life is a like a Woman Who is standing at the Well
that somehow brings us Water in the heat of driest spell
collecting every moment We could ever Waste in time
and hiding it in pillars placed so gently in our minds
regret can be a hole through Which We let them fall in vain
but if We can forgive then let them stand beside our pain
there's little more to carry than the choices We have made
so let us be accountable but humbled every day

there once was a girl who traveled in curls
she saw this whole world like her mother
As everything whirled, she learned how to twirl
she swallowed the things she had smothered
Her grandfather knew her heart split in two
so he mended the break with his Life
And now she is new, she knows what to do
with each day when it's bitten by night
The moon is a song, the sun sings along
and each ray has a story to tell
"If ever I'm wrong, expose me upon
the rocks on the road to the well"

when hatred has swallowed reality's heels
and hearts lie in mud to decay in the fields
confusion is thrown on the eyes of the lost
in blanketed statements and powerless thoughts

when blood pours like water from everyone's bones
and Love is a fire with nowhere to go
the veins in our bodies will slowly unwind
to show us The Truth in the passing of time

when clocks are reset at the cost of the past
and our days are no longer counted as last
humanity's years will mean nothing at all
Our Father is missing, Our Mother is gone

I spend my time meandering the halls of other lives
and yield with some discretion to the questions, "how and why"
although my understanding may be limited somehow
I'm not afraid to fall apart in someone else's now
my blood is made of seekers who have tasted life and death
and fervently laid doubt as bare as every single breath
"my hands are still in working," said a voice I came to know
a part of me as much as every petal on a rose
I bloom inside a garden that the sun will never leave
I'm here until this world is not the place I'm meant to be

I've kept you at the top every heartbeat that I have
and every time I breathe again I wander through our past
I never had to dream when you were holding onto me
but now that you're away my body only chases sleep
I see you with the eyes I cannot close to everything
this world is not the same without the songs you love to sing
I owe you something made of Truth the same you made for us
a token of my gratitude that cannot be undone
my mother always told me, "hope's the last to die my dear"
so I will wait forever with the hope you'll find me here

our ladders aren't made of
other people that we climb
the ones we like to bury
with the passing of the time
we play with all their thoughts
like an entitlement we own
and make ourselves the thieves
of any chance of letting go
I know we're only human
but we're capable of more
than holding onto to tragedies
some other people wore
your skin is only loyal
if you choose to give it up
to everything you cannot see
but blindly choose to love

the days have gotten shorter now and he can barely see
and when the sun has disappeared he'll let it buried be
he never fights the moon at all and feels its push and pull
and when he falls asleep tonight he'll ask to be its fool  
in slumber do the shadows often rearrange again
but when he has his eyes awake he'll walk away from them
his feet will not be rooted in the elements exposed
for he has found a hiding place for memories to go  
his thoughts will be the sermon he may never cease to tell
*"I'm not afraid to die," he said, "I bid you all farewell"

my hands are in my eyes today for all the world to see
and everything is Smaller than I ever thought it'd be  
I see so many people disconnected at the hand
and they all welcome madness they're not forced to understand
a turning of the Cheek is not a practice anymore
when stakes are cast like seconds while humility's ignored
there's nothing left to torture, barely anyone to blame
so stuck inside a storyline that always reads the same
but if we don't engage our time with empty bitter thoughts
the trains that move in Circles will eventually burn off
for when we start to recognize the motives others have
the judgements in themselves will disappear as they are passed
though time may still be wasted by the lot of those run
it will return to those who have been waiting for the sun

"My skin is always crawling," said the body to the soul
"I've turned into an ant but there is nowhere left to go"
the world is being eaten by the people being served
but I won't come to dinner lest I'm cooked to be observed
there seems to be a fire burning everything in sight
consuming with a fury those who fair a different fight
I may have lost some footing but I'll never lose my legs
I will not play accomplice to what everybody says
so catch me if you can and do whatever you so choose
you may have burned my body but I crawled away from you

our heads have been on fire for some decades and a half
and every kind of heat, I think, has burned upon our backs
with lacerated bodies let us come to make amends
to douse the flames with water there may never be again
may time be in our favor, grant us only just enough
to walk away a blueprint many brothers colored up
a city can be drawn you know, but compromised as well
if people living in it look for emptiness to sell
our sisters bore the weight of both the first and second drafts
but bluer than their bruises be a selflessness intact
and maybe we are bleeding, maybe soaking up the blood
let everyone examine what the heart is telling us

see, there is a dream that is always in bloom
it's moving in shades of the brightest maroon
while conscious of darkness that comes with the night
the moon has no time be part of its fight
there's something much greater than wasting the air
may breaths we are given be offered with care
intention has painted The Truth on our bones
and waits for your blood to give Life to your home
we've planted our seeds in our walk on this earth
and if they be many let each of them birth
a vine of redemption, a fruit that is whole
concealed by a shell that will shelter your soul