Worlds apart,
we are still looking at the same blue sky,
the same green grass,
the same summer scene that seduces the heat of the most beautiful past,
the same birds that chirp their merry chimes, you know,
the same ones we've heard thousands of times,
the same bugs that crawl up your leg and down mine
and the same whispering wind that speaks like a mime.
Over the rolling hills and the calm still of the black water,
the same sentimental thoughts, like the heat, grow hotter
with the same wispy, white clouds that conceal the sun
as he turns to escape and takes off and runs.
And although the same sun that sits over us sets,
the same fire that burns still beats in both of our chests.

There's a lot of pain
down the drain
of the tunnel that's known as my heart.
Too much to take?
I'll take a break
deep in the shadows of dark.

I do it to hide
the fear inside.
Just cover it up for now.
Take a ****
and blow the smoke.
What nonsense I allow.

Often I run,
hide from the sun
and lock my troubles away.
Tossing the key
far away from me
and in the darkness I stay.

Tired and lazy,
groggy and hazy.
Oh, just what I would give
to get past my strife
and get on with my life.
This can't be the way to live.

Face my fears?
Or have a few jeers?
Time to light up another.
Deeper I sink
away from the brink,
hidden behind my smoke cover.

i
  always
              want
                         what
                                    i
                      ­                  had
                                 and
                       what
                     i
         cannot
  get.
        on
            the
                  hill
 ­                       the
                             grass
                                      is
                       ­                 greener
                                 and
                  sl­ippery
        when
wet.

Kim and Lee sit stiffly on a wooden bench waiting—the interminable waiting. No words are exchanged, for there are no words to describe the anxious feelings they hold inside them. Like an infant bird trying to break free from the worn shell it has been hiding under for so long, their minds race with what could be spoken. An awkward “So..” Perhaps an inquisitive “What are you thinking about?” would be necessary. But still the two remain motionless besides an occasional head turn to pretend to be staring at something else. There is no hiding it though. Kim and Lee each have something on their minds. The dodging, diverting glances from one end of the bench to the other clearly shows the intense feelings being hidden, hidden behind open eyes.
       Kim thinks, “Well, why must I say something? Lee surely is capable of speaking too.” Yet the waiting continues.
       Lee watches Kim while she glances at an old man feeding the ducks across the park. Lee notices her hair and how it waves and curves to her shoulders and back. The subtle breeze glides through each strand sending an aroma of fresh linen across the bench to Lee where he comes to the realization that the temptation has become too much. The sweet, sensual juices that flowed from the apple consumed by Eve are radiating from Kim.
       He knows what he must do…

Smooth as sandpaper.
Limbs stretched in all directions.
Cleansing has commenced.

I sharpen my wits and pencil.
She lathers lotion on her hands.

Take a chance and fly with me.
Let’s take a walk in the park.
The sun falls as stars take rule.

What makes you believe?

I swear I won’t deceive you.
Take a chance and fly with me.
Hold my hand and clutch my heart...
and follow me out of the dark.

Imagine a place
where the occupation of space
can all boil down
to one big disgrace.
Like a rat in a race.
A turn of the face.
Until we all disappear
without even a trace.

We're sorry,
but something went wrong.
Time was all we needed,
but you took too long.
So please hang up, start over,
and try again once more.
Time was all we needed,
you shoulda' given us more.

How does one deduce bravery?
By the weight of the task
or the severity of the situation?
No.
One succeeds in such a scenario by
their sheer sense of confidence
in their own actions.
Know
and you shall succeed.

He stands up, his heart racing. The emotional lasso that grips him has become too much to bear. He feels that every step he takes or sound he makes tightens the rope's grasp around him. He can feel the pressure squeezing his words and emotions out of his chest, up through the long, dark corridors of his throat and out past the serenity of his sacred lips. Certain things are meant to be held back. But others are meant to be shouted out all the way to the far depths of the ocean where only the mysterious, pre-historic sea life dwells. No trick he tries can distract his mind from the one who consumes it night and day. A fly buzzes around his head and he swats at it. He decides that he will no longer swat at the true feelings that brew inside of him. It is he whom they've chose to slay the evil monster with crimson eyes known only as 'Time' that threatens the well-being of the town and its people.
       He plants his feet firmly on the hard, unforgiving ground below him. He knows if he falls it will hurt so he must be prepared. He stares down at her. Beauty radiates off of her like the sweet, sensual smell that unearths after a light rainfall. The sun glistens off of the silver buttons on her blouse that form a line down the middle of her chest, splitting her into two equally as perfect halves. He gently reaches his hand out to hers. As she meets them and delicately places her palms down into his, she feels the brisk sensation of chills forming at the back of her neck and quickly consuming her entire body. She gasps in pleasure. He pulls her arms up as if to suggest she stand up and she rises to her feet. As he and his subtle smile gaze upon her, he finds himself not in the park as he truly is, but plunging down the first few seconds of a roller-coaster, a feeling he so longs to keep. Her eyes slowly move up and meet his.
       "Oh, what beauty!" he thinks to himself as his subtle smile begins to widen. She stares back into his eyes for a few moments then quickly looks down to the unforgiving ground below as butterflies crowd her stomach. Through with the interminable waiting, he places his hand on the bottom of her chin and tilts her head up until their gazes meet again. The whole world around them seems to set still. Nothing matters besides the fireworks exploding in the few inches of space between their bodies. He slides his hand up the side of her neck to the back of her head, caressing her hair. She closes her eyes, leans her head back into his palm, and opens her mouth in pleasure, yet no words escape. Releasing his hand from her chin, he wraps it tightly around her waist and pulls her in until their bodies touch. He feels her heart beat against the outside of his chest. He closes his eyes and leans forward. At her wit's end, consumed by sheer pleasure, she gives into her temptations and slowly moves her head toward his. Their moist lips meet as they hold each other's bodies. He caresses the back of her head and hip bone and she runs her fingers down his back. After what seems like hours, the two pull away, blushing. And as they stand there, staring into each other's lustful eyes, it dawns on Lee that he and Kim were meant to be together.

It can't be wrong to be neither here nor there.
Standing two foot tall life may seem unfair.
Because I'm not better than you,
and you're not better than me.
Not everyone but anyone can one day see.
And once the confusion has passed,
you find there's a person hiding there.
Caving the love that you need,
somewhere somewhere...
Holding on for one day,
a day when you'll be free.
Waiting for forever.
What will be,
will be,
will be.

What do you think, man?
I don't know what I think, man.
So do you think, man?

I owe you nothing.
You don't owe me ****.
The times I needed you.
You couldn't cut it.

I needed you...
...there everyday.
But callous and stern,
You turned away.

Sensitive, I am.
Every aspect of life.
Cater to my emotions.
The words will be right.

Now you want me.
...isn't that a shame?
The tables have turned,
And I play your game.

I owe you nothing.
You don't owe me ****.
Two people in this world.
Struggling to get over it.

Who can determine what is right or wrong?
Standing alone, it will take too long.
The vicious circle your mind creates.
Between you and yourself you must debate.

"Objection, your honor!" one side will scream.
"What about us? Think of the team!"
"Over-ruled!" he will reply with a hiss.
"I want to see what comes of this."

Bicker and banter and all of the above.
Oh, the distances we will travel for love.
Can I or can't I? Should I or not?
Why does it seem that this is all that I've got?

Time presses on and you begin to doubt.
Doesn't water always fall down from a spout?
The way things are and how they are supposed to be.
Wishing and waiting and praying it's me.

Which side to choose? The decision's not mine.
Meet my new worst enemy... time.
Crimson red eyes glaring back at me.
Oh, how I wish I knew what would be.

The fate of the world does not lie in our hands.
Please help me whoever is in command...

Here I sit as the clock strolls along.
How much more time till' this is all done?
The angst and grief and time that I waste,
All so that one day I may have a taste.
Tell me this and I'll do that.
I can't put up with all this crap.

The feeling is back.
The one that I lost.
Why find it here?
And at what cost?
My sanity dwindles and I digress.
What I would do just for some rest.
Pushing yourself through life's many bends,
Do they understand the message they send?

Growing up, sticks and stones.
All these things will wither your bones.
Tired and wired, pushed to the edge.
A new beginning, a trim of the hedge.

Other people, they throw it all off.
Under my breath, I sit here and scoff.
Friendly or not, it is up to me.
Time to find out just what will be.

Sometimes I wonder
what dreams have to do
with real life.
Are they remnants
of unconscious thoughts
from the day before?
Or are they
some strange connection
to the unknown?
Now I realize
that dreams are simply
dreams,
until you make them
a reality.

as the wind blows
through the desolate trees
of a forbidden forest
and the falling of the leaves
is all that can be heard
everything stands
                                         still
there is no time
only peace

1907 in Louisiana,
Once lived a women in fear.
Spending her days, in a haze,
The inevitable creeping near.

Now Norma L. Kein was a cocky lass,
Taught that by her mother,
Who died when she was five,
And now resides above her.

With a head of steel and a heart of coal,
Norma had few friends.
Pushing them away at every chance,
While winding through life's bends.

She seemed to be waiting,
For the day that change would come.
Yet she just sat idly by,
Twiddling her thumbs.

Of all the people Norma knew,
She and her mother were closest.
Although she died when Norma was five,
She can still smell her mother's roses.

"Norma!" her mother would scream,
Telling her to play kinder.
"The other boys and girls don't like that."
As they all talked trash behind her.

Being held hostage,
A hostage of her own mind.
Norma begins to wonder,
If it she will find.

Searching for forever,
It's all just out of reach.
Friendship, love, and laughter,
Like a bruising to a peach.

Tragic, woeful sorrows,
Drifting all about her head.
Feeling so rejected,
She weeps inside her bed.

Darkness and the demons,
Creeping in all around.
There is no use fighting,
It is she that they have found.

Wasting time on questions
is a sure way to go insane.
Splitting hairs and counting chairs
just put it all away.

The sparks that glow, around your head,
radiating your poise.
All the commotion you create in me,
but still we hear no noise...

Faces on the ground.
Great Good God on high.
Bring back the peace,
that we used to let fly.

We were... all that we were fighting for.
We were... all that there was to fight for.

Sweet sleep come to me.
And fulfill my needs.
The rain on the ground,
covers the bare leaves.

Is this... really all we are fighting for?
Is this... all really worth fighting for?

In the fields and in the flesh.
We have come here to die.
Pages of the pain,
cloud up my once clear mind.

It is you... that I am fighting for.
It is you... that will break me no more.
This love... is all that we can own.
This love... is all that can be known.

And late one night we'll both be sleeping,
dreaming of our innocence.

This Tangerine Dream
is not what it seems.
Frolicking colors
turn to menacing screams.
The walls start to tear
bugs crawl in your hair
and the answers you seek
are not quite so clear.

Straight up your spine
and right down your back
sweat drops in beads
to the tip of your crack.
Is it all in your head or a heart attack? Oh
how I hope this ends soon
because I cannot take this spinning room
or this devilish goon
who told me that soon
my head would be higher than a hot air balloon.

When it's all over I sure do hope that
my body will be here with my head still intact.
If not for the better than then for the worse,
line up the cars behind my great shiny hearse.

And if in the end this scene busts at the seams
just tell them
                           it was a Tangerine Dream.

Here,
         Nobody here.
        
         Always,
                       Alone