this morning reminded me
of summer
the rigid air warm and dry
the cloudveil thin
its white knuckles tight
trying to keep together
while the crisp sun
whispered through the cracks
of the wisps, clasped pockets
of lingering winter
and eager spring
it was almost an anachronism
beautifully lying in an
earthbound fall
but with a simple smile
it is forgiven

These days
Our love is in the airwaves
I'm riding on my reasons
Toes upon the seasons
Waiting for the winds
Take my seat
Beside your feelings
Hold on tight for
Teasing, reeling
Close my eyes to
See through ceilings
Send my thoughts to
Satellites
And wait for your reply
When I know to
Flee or fight
I'll hear it in the sky

I want to understand how it feels
To take true pride in myself
All the while I succumb to
The every humility that is
Offered by love
I want to be soaring into the sky
And grounded when I just
Close my eyes
Beside you, rooted in
The knowledge of this feeling
The understanding it brings
The completion
The freedom
And to be who you are meant
To be

If you asked me every little thing I'd do to you,
I'd tell you my intentions one by one in order...
Dangerous--my list of things I'd do--when you consider:
The list of things I wouldn't do is shorter!

it was the first time i really felt that pain could be beautiful
it was there, on the wire
the thought first grips you
you feel it grinding its way through every vein and vessel
you hear it like the tightening of ropes
your core about to burst at any second
about to jump through every pore
then it transgresses
the potential inside is burning
a neon gas aflame through the windows
of your eyes, though closed,
seeing everything

Misconceptions, forced perceptions,
Doesn't matter what is said;
Information killing relations,
Choking on the lies we're fed;
Instantaneous distractions
All provided by one another;
Too much chaos, clouded conscience,
In one ear and out the other.

Did it cut you when you came by
To say goodbye, to ease the lie?
Did you cringe to think the truth
Was far from what was in my mind?
Did it toss you, turn you, did you feel alive?
When the game got close, thought you might survive,
When you got away with it kept inside,
Did you smirk? Did you frown? Did you wipe your eyes?
How did it feel to hear me say
That it all turned out okay?
How did you nod and turn away
When you should have had something to say?

How did you hide just to save your face?
How did you crawl across the finish line?
How could you leave me so out of place,
Hoarding a truth that was mine?