The ink upon her body is only ever seen
By those who bruise humanity to walk the in between
The bodies that have entered will open every door
And drag along duplicity to make of love a *****
And she is the arena, the skin upon her bones
A spectacle of mastery immersed in many tones
Distractions made it easy to take away her key
And generate a simple croon that minimized her plea
Her bed became a lover in whom she sought to rest
A journey made beneath the sheets to consciously forget
That there is still a temple, a place they cannot touch
The candle lit oblivion where pain is just a crutch

there's nothing more unusual than syllables and tones
the movements of the tongue that you can feel with all your bones
if we could be their master what a world we would create
a frequency identical to humans and their ways
where someone else's stories can be ones to call your own
the art of you believing you would never be alone
but even as you speak there is a purple on your words
the portrait of a shadow that should not have been disturbed
for while you're sleeping steady there's a face that's on the loose
with cadency unrivaled and a notion for the noose
the case is in the details, in the smallest of the small
and what is most important - we may never see it all
a feeling is a feeling but a purpose is the sea
so put it all together - it was real for you and me

Everybody's fading
Becoming someone else
Recklessly escaping
A lie within itself
Smoke is curling higher
Than they can ever go
Not that it would matter
They clearly never know
i remember walking
Before we couldn't see
Picking up the pieces
Dividing them in three
Never mind confusion
We are not the same
Death becomes illusion
When life is made a game
i cannot escape it
So what am i to do
i continue onward
In memory of you

I finally got it right you see, he uttered with a smile
I'm finally back to where I was when I just a child
I spent my years pretending every move I made was right
until I faced reality without a place to hide
in baring what I'd covered up I breathed my very first
and realized I never lost my precious little girls
they walked with me through darkness, stayed together when I broke
reminded me the light was on whenever I went home
my hands were always counting down my fingers to a fist
and I would let the anger have its way because of this
but countless be my sorries as my character's remade
a father to his children says, I need you every day

if you look into a person
and ask to see their soul
they may not grant you access
but if they do, you'll know

the act of being earnest
will frame the way you ask
and if you are intrusive
you'll never stand a chance

my mother often told me
don't plan the words to say
but give them to The Maker
and trust them all away

you were not born to live there
in other peoples' minds
so wake with only purpose
to see with eyes of time  

let's gather up the curses
and scatter them to death
replace them with the beauty
in every single breath

in faith I find the meekness
to bring these words to life
let anyone who hears them
sleep soundly through the night

we're standing on the pavements taking pictures of our lives
pretending we are frozen every second passed in time
but what if we instead project the daily as it is
the broken up confusion and the sense we make of it
put everything in places they were always meant to be
and justify the cause for such decisions made by thee
let not the fear consuming all make way inside of you
rebuke it in the name of faith you carry tried and true
don't let the voice of others tell you what is right and wrong
you have a mind unshakable when rooted deep and strong

nothing here is mended, it's underneath my skin
hidden by the layers of my flesh-colored chagrin
newness i've not welcomed, or not the way i should
for i could not compel myself to move from where i stood
and so the clock has started, it's turned itself anew
keeping time despite the fact that i can't follow suit
i'm parallel to minutes, for seconds pass too quick
but i believe eventually my hands will lose their grip
it's telling of my nature, symbolic to the core
the way i want to hold onto the things that fuel the war
soon i'll be surrounded by all that i have made
the demons that i've kept inside will go out on parade
see, someone had been searching my lonely wounded heart
and piecing it together every time i fell apart
but i have reached my limit, my seeker left me be
in body - yes - in spirit - no - i'm circling this tree
its roots are the foundation, personified divine
nurtured by the fluids that are leaking from my spine
i'm mindful of the secrets stored within this source
filtered through perceptive thoughts and carried as a force
everything i'm made of are things that can't be seen
and that is why the seeker lives - to disengage the screen

What if November is different this year
and all of the pain in your eyes disappears
something about it seems possible now
the past comes to reckon the sorrow somehow
And all that once was is becoming the seed
to what we've been growing inside of our need
Like futile devices that anchored our souls
the only way out was to simply let go
The troubles that followed us into our thoughts
have nowhere to live when our bodies are not

you don't need to be drinking to reveal a sober thought
the words are there inside you if you're not afraid to talk
We have too little time to be offended by ourselves
so throw away the bottle and forget there was a shelf
Let time be your instructor, it will whittle down with you
and show you something greater in a way you cannot do
I've read the twelve believers and considered all their words
they're either all too certain or completely all absurd
so let us make decisions with a judgement of our own
give wholly unto others we may never even know
The point is we've been fighting for a point we've tried to make
but loaded every message with a fountain of mistakes

everybody's screaming
waiting to be heard
but i am still here contemplating
why they sound absurd

i used to know the rhythm
in every single word
but now i track the measurements
of speech that has been slurred

drunk with heavy spirits
dependent on their taste
i try to put the chalice down
but think it be a waste

dancing in the darkroom
lit in shades of red
pictures formed like memories
developed in my head

i needed all the chaos
to deconstruct my mind
so i could see the simple truth
in all the things i find

Upon the sign above your head a word was scribbled down
A group of letters making up for something more profound
Consider this - that you are not entitled to your name
And neither are you crucified for what you do not claim
It all becomes a foreign tongue, a book you cannot read
Propensity for vatic spells, to them you've taken heed
And so remark the cursive notes addressing every page
Your oath inscribed is legible to those who share your fate

the days i am reminded what it is to be alive
i climb out of my body through the thoughts that i contrive
there's nothing but deceit when you believe you're on your own
that life is death, is coming quick and you will never know
but there is something humbling about the pressing on
despite the state of everything convincing you it's wrong
if you can let your screaming head's cacophonies fade out
you'll taste the peace you once forsook for bellow's heavy shout

I don't know what the numbers mean, they float inside my head
I count them in between the ticks I try to put to bed
And if there's any logic left you will not find it here
Considering the apathy has made itself unclear

Or can you force the senses to appease another thought
To find a new beginning where you've tied a tighter knot
Suppose interdependency be vaguely unaware
Of any past security you swore was ever there

The case for explanations then, may need to be adjourned
In retrospect, the evidence has already been burned
So if you'd like to sup the ash, then turn it into bread
The stove is set, the fire hot, the recipe - regret

People are falling all over the place
Searching their minds for an intimate space
When did the timing lead up to this point
Short intermissions we wasted, disjoint
Scattered our logic to keep what remains
The incomprehensible parts of our brains
Calloused completely in every way
Wanting to speak but we've nothing to say
Where is the portal through which I can climb
Will it give me entry back into my mind
People are falling and now I am too
I went off the edge when I walked into *you

The book is closed, the end is writ
And here I am rereading it
The words unveil with every line
A placid state, collected mind
I spare the pen, its stain of red
Allow the ink to soak instead
Into my flesh and through my bones
My skeleton has always known
That what is done within this life
May come disguised, the form - a knife
And it will lay upon your back
You may not even feel attacked
But scars will form in every place
That you have ever tried to face
The end is writ, the book is closed
So rest your eyes, you've made it home

.i'm writing to say i don't know what to say
..i'm hoping my scribbles make sense anyway
...the lines on the page have been warped many times
....because of the blotting from ink that won't dry
.....the mess that i've made with both of my hands
......reflects every part of the life i command
.......meticulous reader I hope that you find
........the leftover words in the back of my mind
.........i'm losing my grip and my energy's low
..........so take up the pen and put down what you know

Never mind the brokenness in which we fell apart
All of what you are to me, transcend my sorry heart
I'm laughing with the winter wind and moving in its cold
And everything is beautiful, a story being told
And whether there be listeners or even passers by
Let it be our seasons people see inside the sky
I have always been the way you thought that I would be
A little bit of flesh and blood but mostly in between
Forever is a process we're repeating every day
To seek you when the morning come and love you all the way

all these pictures in my mind
I've lost the plot and press rewind
the film is good, the reels have spun
but what I've seen has come undone 
I can't retain the stories told
they keep on slipping from my hold 
the screen I watched is blanket white
but can't be seen without a light
it's never day and always dark
I blocked the sun with my own heart
I feel it beat and listen close
it's fainter still, I've grown morose
so tell me please, it's all a dream
the final frame will tear the seam

time shrinks
she thinks
like ice in rinks
and overflows the sinks
she blinks
seeing shades of pinks
they're links
living on the brinks
a jinx
[she] turns into a minx
and drinks
unlinks
empties out the sinks
and shrinks

Tell me where you're coming from so I can write you off
Then I will put a question mark in place of what you thought
The Darkness brings the sleepyheads together in the night
But only those who know the sun will wake up to its Light
I wasn't even listening to anything you've said
I thought you would've noticed I was every kind of dead
I guess the people talking now can do it in their sleep
And force the words to leave their mouths, developed tendencies
But somewhere in the time it took for me to move my lips
I took a breath and let it out before it even clicked

A chariot of creatures was circling the sun
And moving by its light and exposing everyone
There's no such thing as hidden, nor stone that's left unturned
And all the earth's uncovered, in waiting to be burned
And even all the fishes who populate the seas
Are dwindling in number, a school of vacancies
If anyone was counting, they too have disappeared
Unraveled in the darkness to which they had adhered
Becoming one is easy when death is in the air
For anything that's breathing will enter in its lair
But some will see a second, another kind of end
A ghost of desperation that chose to play pretend