it could have been through one of us that change was being made
it could have been through one of us that change was causing pain  
it could have been through one of us that change would make us fail
but change has moved through all of us, together we’ve set sail

inhaling waves of water I’ve been catching all my life
I realized my fisticuffs were never only mine
it’s never been just one of us, it’s always been us all
together we would rise or separated, we would fall

it could have been through one of us that change was never made
it could have been through all of us that change would choose to stay  
it could have been that none of us would ever learn to stand
but we are in the water now, together, hand in hand

I will not be yours.
I will not be yours.

beneath the blankets on my bed i uttered through the night
and even into morning time, the hours of the light

the days had passed and they were three, i felt my work was done
i knew you knew and he would too, he's not just anyone

then many months began to move as quickly as that age
i saw the words i once believed, asleep - my speech in rage

............but all it ever took for me to travel back again
were moments made of what i said, in faith, remembered then

tomorrow come and if it stay, i'll keep the story too
i'll show the sun, i'll tell the moon - i'm here and so are you

I'm always away I'm but never in bed
Never exhausted enough to be dead
Stuck at the edge of the breaths that I take
Nobody passes my way by mistake
I used to see what I purposely could
Stand at the grave like a tragedy would
When did my legs dig a hole in the ground
How do I sleep in the places I found
Tell me a story to summon my thoughts
Pull them apart and connect all the dots
Scribbles and phrases aren't easy read
Impossible only for those who deceive
Nothing is ever the truth when you hide
Pieces of fiction to which you subscribe
Finish the sentence and check what you wrote
Don't be afraid to let everything go

I let you out tomorrow and I'm feeling it today
the loss is overwhelming but I know I'll be okay
The person I was growing would've suffered more than lived
so rather than be broken be responsible for this
Another day is coming and it may not be the last
you have to be prepared to face the choices of your past
Allow them to define you like a punch unto the gut
Or watch the way they move you on your way to giving up
I need a sponge to soak up all the blood I've lost and spilled
The seventh month surrenders, I am sorry I have killed

if we change what we say but not how we move
the Truth will uncover the liar we soothe  
and not out of anger and not out of spite
but out of the seeds we have sewn in this life

if we change what we do but not how we speak
the words we have uttered will fall at our feet
perhaps to condemn us, if we should so choose
or maybe to save us from what is a noose

if we change with our heart, we’ll learn by its blood
the things we should say and what needs to be done
not just in the moment, not just here and now
but longer than ever, Forever somehow

It's possible to be aware of nothing anymore
and let yourself walk freely through the human you adorn

the sky provides for everything to grow and weather all
but people who uproot themselves can never take the fall

I see them lying everywhere, in piles and in droves
collecting like a breath of air inside a cloud of smoke

and every day they breathe their last, as least that's what they say
because of your anatomy you cannot walk away

So here you are a seventh time forgetting who you be
and every single chance you've had to faithfully believe

And suddenly I do not feel the need to speak again
To take you to my room tonight and try to play pretend
The only conversation that remains is silence now
So let it be in stillness that our bodies take a bow
I've wandered through this skin so long and finally returned
To some place I'd forgotten but completely reaffirmed
I'd like to settle in and watch the windows open wide
To listen to the wind as it renters my whole mind
It's something like a song a weathered spirit taught me young
I'll sing it with my spirit and the notes will carry on

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

I want to die together when the time has come in due
for I have come to notice every piece of me in you
we've always been a team and fought the battles as they came
we've weathered every storm and washed our sorrows in the rain
you let me be your future and I let you shed your past
we dignified each other, may these glories breathe their last
the more I am suspended all the more I am assured
this life is something sacred when I understand rebirth
I may have been your child once but grew to be your friend
and in my latter years I made a choice: until the end
three inches never mattered, I could never let you go
my faith is like your name, together we are going home

you've overgrown the body that contains your living soul
Surrendered it to follies that could never make you whole
And every single vine has cast a shadow on your skin
retired you to darkness made of something held within
Consider it a glimpse of what you truly want to see
forever has an eye beyond the thought of you and me
And if you want to follow every person you have won
I'll disappear completely and return to you a song
you may consider writing while the music feeds your bones
but it will not continue when you've eaten what they've known
There's nothing less eternal than the cells we cannot hold
They'll paint some kind of pretense in the stories they have told  
The flesh is only flesh if we command our human's way
forget we are eternal as we try to run the day

No higher be the altitude of anybody's life
The hours pass for all the same in time we cannot buy
If given us the riches we can physically embrace
Then taken be the spirit we decided to erase
The shell of any human life is what it claims to be
If seeing is believing I would rather have the sea
Where salt is never lacking, neither sun nor moon reside
They're swallowed up by water, called by low and higher tide
I've slept inside the seasons and I've been awake in all
the winter turns to spring and then the summer turns to fall
The weather never mattered, I was happy all the while
And swimming with the fishes had me learn in single file
Before this I was dancing and parading what I knew
until I came to realize mine was not the only truth
There's nothing I could offer that could save another soul
It humbled me to pieces as I let the my person go

come out come out - stop whispering my name
i cannot keep going on the borderline of sane
i cannot pretend that i want to play your game

i cannot believe what my eyes do not sustain

come out come out - stop shadowing your name
you cannot just stand there and hide beside your shame
you cannot belittle me against your naked frame

you cannot convince me that I am just the same

come out come out, i know you want to stay
but if you do i'm certain i will never see your face
i'll amount to nothing while you eat up all my grace

*and let you make a home in me to fill the empty space

The truth will settle everything if you refuse to
leave.

a fire was lit
in the sky today
pieces of ash covered
the clouds as they
swarmed around the sun
it grew so dark
you couldn't see your
hand if you held
it out in front
of you

that's when I realized
just how easy it
was to lose sight
of things

I think about the words that have been moving with the time
Directly intersecting at the center of our minds
To know that we as people will be couriers for life
Could have us feel a burden we would rather not invite
And that's when something happens to the rest of all the world
When sleep becomes elusive in the eyes of boys and girls
And just because they're open and the pupils are intact
Does not mean they are learning how to properly react
The fight to have a voice should not put blood upon our hands
And if you stop to listen you'll begin to understand
The universe's song does not belong to anyone
But if we sing together then our work here will be done

I've built myself a tower at the bottom of the sea
The water rises high as it envelops all of me
I've turned into a swimmer and the fish don't seem to mind
I wonder if they'll ever see that I am not their kind
Or maybe we become the things we choose to be around
With all of these dimensions who's to say that I will drown  
The point is if I do there's somewhere else that I can go
If everything is everywhere, we're always never *home

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

to mine -

for what is my flame to your fire?

He stands in the corners of all his thoughts to elude visibility
pacing, carefully tracing his steps along the lines that connect them
and make him coherent
He likes to make this trip and no one ever expects him -
he just shows up and collects
His mind stores things
he keeps people there then walks about, spits them out,
leaves them everywhere

He spends his days expelling  curses, claims it helps him focus
And he reasons like an insane man does -
with too much passion and not enough pain (the good kind)
But you can't tell him that, you can speak but he won't listen
He'll write you in while you write him off,
then appear on the outskirts of some dream you're having
or conjure up your next nightmare
This drifter will  be there

He'll seek out the holes in your brain and live there,
spend the time to make you his mime
Then through your veins he'll live divine,
feed you words that he's disguised
And while you choke on bitter rind,
he'll string you up, a wooden chime

He'll take the song that you contrived
and pen his name upon the lines

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