Pining chokes me with her own two hands
as I fall to the wayside on her command.
I’ll lay apart on the edge, instead
of perusing quotations prowling through my head.

While fickle sentiments are prone to vex
I’ll shift the blame from left to right
to left again, while vermilion skies
change its hues at the speed of life.

Blows of ambivalence: it all seems hazy.
Ennui settles between the days and
contemplation, wishful thinking
dashed to pieces in different places.

It is necessary to read between these lines
where rhetoric reigns over a void of lies.
In absence of lucidity, please choose by heart
instead of distance, years and petty scars.

In mask and panic, we’re prone to error
as we become more guarded against the night.
Though incertitude may drive us mad,
love still triumphs over apprehension…in actual fact.

I doubt my mind is working. My brain is still in overdrive.
The way she moves, it makes me feel like I am so alive.
Zoom across the galaxy. Some light-years in a spacecraft.
I’m ready for the clearance. See, I’m waiting at the launch pad.

I’m counting down t-minus while she’s counting down the seconds.
I feel the tug of gravity; I’m trying to escape it.
I fell into her orbit and forgot about our friction.
Below, the skylines glitter now; the lights are almost sticken.
Tell her you were stalling under all the years of silence.
Time is of the essence even money cannot buy it.
He is so oblivious, yeah love is like a blindness.

This view is from a distance; I am safe behind this shyness.
When everything glows lighter, make me blink away the brightness.
Pull down all the shades when I’m sick and slowly dying.
Everything is jaded, won’t you save me from this crisis?
And thoughts of her unfurl as this final breath it exits.

✈

I find myself in years before
dreaming of carnage and death of me
a certain voice inside did say
your conscience is pleading for your peace.

Supplication, faith and God
Communion brings me guilty thoughts.
And though I've come a long way from my place.
Deep down inside me this hatred rots.

20, 50 hundreds more.
Fall besides my left and right.
Each one dead in its own rite.
Expendable is each one's life.

Where I go from here I ask
myself this question o'er again, I try
to overcome this self-righteous act
looming somewhere deep inside.

Maybe take one to the brain I hope
7 loops around the rope I tie
Worthless dying to another man
Better now is this suicide.

Do flower petals fall to earth
and wither dry come autumn's blow
or does it swing between the winds
And lay beneath the winter's snow?

Come and taste the nurtured vine
the sweet it holds like sun dried grapes
and through the years this cup of mine
poured into hearts for all to taste.

Here the shadows come to life
and work against the hues of black
in hopes to turn a shade more light
Become alive, a heart it lacks.

Death decends with sythe and robe
Cutting down the narrow road
and laying seige to wondrous lands
by taking captive all the hope.

See the moon rise from the east
reach her apex in the sky
and all the clouds like history gone
reveal the stars which shine so bright.

A faith sweeps fast across the shores
jumping nations, touching clans
and like a child's innocence
it turns us all into pious men.

I woke up Tuesday morning
to the raindrops on the pane
it smells like spring is coming
but then all the clouds pretend
that hiding sunshine from the world
is a funny game to play
But Im not laughing, Im just getting
through the day

It seems a bit sophomoric
If I lit a match inside
there might be a hazard
to the structure of the walls
I hesitate a moment
and I ponder if its right
My conscience bleeding, Im just waiting
for the night.

First day mysteries
failing sunlight
swing the floodgate
doors wide open
and these hours
drown beneath tides
we will find these
clocks all brokened
now, now now...
...this is the moment I get over you

To what instant do I owe this?
In what sense we're at this place
caught between this very moment
you will find me unashamed.
Unashamed...unashamed

I know its hard
to stand your ground.
But even harder
to lose yourself,
so grab your lifeline
so you won't drown
beneath the tides
of all your trials...

And its all just a wonderful Dream

Every night he counts the stars
just the way they count the stars
in the days she was alive.
They used to point
from East to West
watch the constellations pass the paths
they traced...

And when she laid upon that bed
much too weak to count the stars
Voice so faint so he leaned in
to hear her say...

"Take my hands and come
with me to a better place
because tomorrow
may not even come around
So I hope you'll stay
with me just a little while
Oh, my everything."

Hey old man, there she is
Don't waste this time so shy as you once did
There might be no other chance
Believe her words and take her hands
Forever love. Forever dance.