I'm singing songs for the birds
My wings have not yet grown
I don't know how it could happen
But I have to fly

Until that time I'm in the sky
Soaring to where dreams live
I'll keep on singing songs
For the birds

I'm singing songs for the birds
From my lonely empty nest
I can always be afraid of falling
But I have to fly

Read
Listen
  Lean,
   Study
    Watch
       Predict, predict, predict,
      
        Do
         As
          You
           Wish,

Songs were on the low-fi,
We would listen all night,

Lose
Lament
  Cry,
   Toil
    Despair
     Try, try, try,try, try

      Do
       As
        You
         Wish...

In the Time of Creation,
But there, for the love of God go I,
Songs were on the low-fi,
We would choose the most high.

Let me publish some droll
For the peons
Simplicity for simpletons
Opiates for the masses
Because I'm utmost aware
If I speak to higher truths
No one will listen
No one wants to hear

The truth is a scary thing
But
So is love
And so is loneliness

Let me dumb it down
So even the clowns
Not good enough for center stage
In the three ring circus of life
Will heed my words
As something they can understand
That my words won't be lost
On them

Its either be good
Of be good at it
And few in this world
Can do both

So don't you be angry
If I say
I doubt that you can

Bitter imagination
I know the wheels on Mendicino avenue
The saint of the rose
Where she goes alone
Only hours behind where the sun goes to set
Grown so tired
And each irrelevant question
Interminable problem
Becomes a fear hard-cast in stone
And even the weightless
Is too heavy to bear
Life is a battle
The world spins rounds of ammunition
The man pains to bring peace
To that city far west of the place I stand

There are no flowers in the desert
Only fruitless land
Barren, dry
And beautiful

Somewhere on this open ocean
Is an island
Where you can hear the song of the sirens
Crash into the rocks and never return

And forty-two sailors could not deny
Forty-two could not escape
The song so sweet
They have to hear it

But somewhere in time
Brave Ulysses
Was tied to the mast of his ship
And his naked ears were tortured

And forty-two sailors could not deny
This bittersweet temptation
They know it will destroy them
With a smile on their faces

It hurts like a pain unknown
How can a heart beat in this heavy chest?
How can it be?
How can it be believed?
How can it come to this?

Then let it go
Holding on forever
Is going to keep your hands from being free
While carrying undue burdens

What matters most
Is that you love yourself
If your life is on the right path
Things tend to fall in place

It takes no effort
Just faith
And love
And a belief in yourself

She was a rose
Beautiful
Delicate but not without thorns
I am a feather
As an ornament
Falling ever so slowly from the heavens

And our love was porcelain
And the world a wrecking ball

I would pray to
God
In the church
On the top of the hill
I would look for something sacred
As I'm praying on the altar

Deep underground
The caves
The secret society
Hellfire
I would pray to god
He would look for the other

Ultimately
I'm as free as I can be
While being a slave
To this reality
But not as free as I long to be

Basically
I'm as rich as I can be
While being broken, poor, and destitute
By any economical definitions
Struggling to stay alive

But knowing I'm one of the few
Who's really living

My ****** up latitude
"Please remove all chains and filters
While I chain smoke parliaments
You know
The cigarettes with recessed .....
I forgot the rest"

And I forgot to rest
When I have a chance
Because I seldom ever have a choice
Not in this matter
That doesn't matter
And has no chance or choice to change

My ****** up latitude
Allows me to say whatever
When
And I destroy a day
And then go my merry way
Singing songs

Some people call it freedom
I call it my disease
I want too much
To ever need

And it's Friday
And I'm sorry
As the ghost behind your shoulders
Steps out from somber shadows
It's imprinted in your walls
And in your hands
And I know
And I'm sorry
It's always bleak when the week will end
Weakness begins
It's imprinted in the ceiling
To steal your smile

And I know why
She never had to tell me
I know why my sweetest love
Hates Fridays
And I know why
I understand she loves me
It's not the weekend, it just Fridays

Still it's Friday
And I'm sorry
I only put on my boots
To walk through cemeteries
It's imprinted in the graves
And in my mind
And I know
And I'm sorry
Tonight I'm going to party
By turning low the lights
It's imprinted in our blood
And beats our hearts

And I know why
She never had to tell me
I know why my sweetest love
Hates Fridays
And I know why
I understand she loves me
It's not the weekend it's just Fridays

It's not the weekend, it's just Fridays
That make her feel so low
It's not the weekend, only Fridays
That sit heavy on a soul
It's not the weekend, it's just Fridays
That would steal her glow
It's not the weekend, only Fridays

Lay down your weapons
Take your thumb from the string
Friends come!
Friends come!
Who from a distance seemed enemies

Lower defences
Drop your shield to the ground
Friends come!
Friends come!
To help you fight this war

Because catapults and horses
A million angry arrows
Fortify your walls
There's always chinks in the armor
And you won't win the war alone

Does it hurt to start?
A new beginning I remember
Pain that I forgot

Bitter disappointment
The fruit of spring
Rotting in the shadows

There's a ghost I know
He walks with me
Wherever I go

I can't explain
Its just this pain
Has always been a friend to me

I held hands with oblivion
I saw her eating souls
Just so they could know the pain
The pain she knows
I held hands with her
While she held my heart
I trusted in her
While she tore my heart apart

A million little pieces
Shattered on the floor
Picked up by her hateful fingers
And then thrown into the ocean

**** the frowning shorelines
Its only course sand
And pieces of me
Washed up by the sea

I held hands with the ocean
Not knowing before
How many sailors had drowned
How ever many more
I held hands with her
And told her that I loved her
I wanted for her
While she only wanted sharks

A million sharpened teeth
Ripping at my skin
Devoured by hungry mouths
And then **** back out again

**** the frowning shorelines
*The ever endless coast
I hate that now I'm there
An ever present ghost

Somehow I hear your sound
And I know I'm not a stranger
As though netherworlds where I roam
I find a home
And even doors
And every room
I find the otherside
I find you there
Speaking meaning from the nonsense

Let your music guide me
My heart is all I am feeling
As though sharpened knife and blunted clubs
I find my peace
And even castles
And every ghost
I find a spirit that is love
I find you there
Giving hope when all is abyss

I wish that I could see you now
Speak words through voices plain
When the music is all that matters
Even a timeless solo
Every note a giving hand
Harmony to guide me home
I find I am not alone
I find my truth
Listening to your song

I'm tired of trying to rhyme
Expired of the idea,
Dying from the expectation,
Crime of the uninspired poet
And I know it
I can show it
Just rhymes with no meaning
To it
Dying from expectation
Admire the man
With nothing to say
Only elation
Infinite relation
Sensation of the nation
Occasion of inebriation
I'm drunk off of education
No occasion for vacation
No sign and no direction
And dying from expectation
I'm tired of trying to rhyme

Poetry being
Being dead
It is not art that imitates life
It is life
That imitates the brain dead words
No wonder no ones heart can beat
The same way as before
No mind
The mainstream
Found its way to drown us all

You know who you are
But
I don't
Think that you know
Who you are
Its only what you're told
And feeling good feels good
So **** the cost
And **** the art

Empty hallways
Empty frames around empty paintings
Of empty fields
Where empty people
Enjoy an empty day
In an empty park

I sit in my empty seat
And try to empty my mind
Its the only way that I could find
To not feel so fool

The eyes of the moon
I wish it were that
They watched over me

The skin held the scars
But still as always
Revealed a story

The moon is not real
I never got to
Hold her in my arms

I only ever felt
Her more than any
Ever felt before

I reach out a hand
But cannot touch you
I know what it means

The moon is not real

There is no fun
And you'll soon find out
There is happiness
And sadness

And then there is regret
For the times when you've been wrong

From first call to final rights
The door badge a colorful arrangement
Announcing only loss
We lose the plot
We march in procession to the grave
Our uneneding disposition
We only wake for the deceased
The mourners
The bereaved
All that remains
And how does it register?
When we speak the language of death

I couldn't win
Not because I wasn't the best
But only because
I would never play the game in the first place

We live in a day
Where genius is meant to go unnoticed
After all

Thinking hurts our heads
And commitment to undertstand
Is just time not available for video games

And there isn't any genius left actually
Even the smartest among us
Merely memorize to regurgitate

There is no more genius
And you may ask why
And my reply

There is a war on original thought
And genius
Thinks outside the box

needed love
it was now
the moon wanes again
please let the tides shift
if ever I needed luck

hunting the heavens
everynight
I know the way delicate hands hold the stars
graceful fingers
slender wrist
donning the summer sky as the sun hangs low

the summer day becoming night
but the time was never now
it was everywhere
even in the darkest part of space
where there was never sound
there was chaos

the colors painting pictures of when we close our eyes
comes to life
and I needed love
it was now
hunting the heavens everynight
the moon wanes again

I wish you had faith in me
I wish you had trust in me
But if you don't then I'm going to do what it takes
Until I get it right

I wish that you were there for me
Not just that you say you'll be
But I'm going to show you I'll do anything
It takes to get it right

I know I've been a fool before
But I can't be one anymore
I'll do all I can to make you see
And you know I'll get it right

My sweet angel I fear with the stones I shall remain,
I am doomed to repeat this unhappy existence,
Where my memory lives on when the vines and the leaves are gone,
And I become inhuman, merely an energy

My love the warmth of your skin and the melody of your song,
Will haunt my being while I haunt the living,
These brick walls, this concrete jungle, this manufactured light
From where I come I shall return

And I may never ascend in this lifetime
I may never leave the next one

My summer seraph who guards the one who wears the crown,
Who smiles at the trumpet Gabriel plays as she makes her way back home,
And gates open, pearly and golden, and to those trapped in this cycle unknown,
I shall be caught in a never ending story when my ability to speak has gone

My sweet angel, soft voices, feather hair, and love,
I only want to hear what is better left unsaid,
How can I know that when I die, my body, my blood
I will not become a ghost, still with desire to touch you?

And my memories live on imprinted in stones, and cobble walkways, and iron-wrought fences
When I wish nothing more than to be forgotten, and to forget
I may never ascend in this lifetime
I may never leave the next one

Always was a word to slay my mind
No other world
         Give me peace
         Give me bliss
         Give me hope
Days that only end in storms
Raging thunder and ravishing beauty
        Give me joy
        Give me truth
        Give me light
Everything I couldn't save
Everything I'll never be
        Give me strength
        Give me time
        Give me love
And I'll give my all
         Grave from a cradle
                     Kiss from a stranger
                             Nothing could ever mean as much

I feel I could walk on water
Because I have to
I'll be a feather on the wind
Following currents
That lead me to you
I know I can't walk on water
But I have to try
I'll be ****** sinking
To the ocean floor
Still dreaming of you

My bonnie lies over the ocean

Victoria
She will be my Julie
Its just a matter of time
And all my effort
And all my love
Gloria
We correspond in letters
I hold them in my hands
As though I hold her in my arms
She is my music

My bonnie lies over the ocean

So I'll swim

Does a heart shatter like glass?
Does it break into even pieces, or become sharpened shards?
I could be enjoying life
But even my calloused hands bleed
As I pick up the pieces and try to move on

Is the soul transparent like glass?
For any pure poet this is always the hope
I could be enjoying life
But instead I try to reconcile
Every mistake, every wrong turn, that I have made

And I hope my words become music
Because
Artist and musicians
Are poets trying to paint their pain
Using different shades of blue

A symphony of saxophones may announce
These words are less than sound
Make it safe to breathe
As my mind goes finding deadly places

Anyone is anywhere at all
And all that really matters
Maybe I can feel
Even feel I'm dying

A gospel from the prophets must announce
This skin is empty now
Give me blood to bleed
As I break my shape into painful pieces

Always even if the dark is whole
And nothing really matters
Maybe I can see
A little glimpse of light

Carbon pollution
Greenhouse gases
The earth may be growing warmer
But the people are growing colder

You can't ever lose
What truly belongs to you
Even if you throw it away
It will come back to you some day

So go
I've been wrong
And now I pay the price
More than any man can afford
Still go
If that's what you've got to do
Than that's what you're going to do
And I know how its my fault

I push
I pushed
I pushed you into anothers arms
I know
Its no use
To try to pull you back to me

So go
Just don't forget
I still love
And I only want what's best for you
But remember too

You can't ever lose
What truly belongs to you
Even if you threw it away
It will find you again someday

Love can make a man go crazy
I wasn't myself anymore
I was heavy with saturated feeling
I was high on undiluted hope
I was lost in what I wanted to be
Love can make a man go crazy

I was lost
I wasn't the man you fell in love with
But
I hope you remember him

Remember who I was before you
**destroyed me

God
I dont know you
You've always been a stranger to me
A no one
If anyone asked
I would say
You were no one
Still

How I need you now
I need you more than ever
I need you now
I need you

God
Please I ask
Keep me from the end I see
Grant me peace
I don't really know
If you are real
But youre all
I need

This life
Illusion
We wonder
We ponder
We chase the light that blinds us
We learn that everything is empty spaces
And nothing real
Is tangible
This life
Illusion
I search
I find
I was ordained in violent misunderstanding
I found that the only thing that could fill the empty spaces
Was nothing real
Nothing tangible
Nothing at all but god
For god is only just a concept
For what man should be
And if we lose it
We are lost

I see the fires burning all to ashes
The statues becoming rubble
Collapsing bridges
And ghost towns
All from the time I couldn't change

I saw the empty shell of what was
That remains as an empty city
Vacant houses
And closed caskets
All from the time I couldn't be

And I was lost
And hurt
And hopeless

God help me

I saw the souls of hell
Crying out in pain
Begging for relief
That never comes
All from the time I lost my faith

And I have nothing to say
Nothing to do
Nothing at all

God help me

I keep drinking
I keep drinking
And drinking
And still
I never quite get drunk
So beer
After beer
After beer
Is just a waste of money

And I suppose
Its just a way to show you
I told you I'd do anything for you
Its the proof I can't





Still I hope you know
I wish I was as strong
As I think I am
And I'm sorry I'm not

We all come from somewhere
Aliens or apes
Divine image
We have a true story
But what does it matter?
Past has passed
Confusing history
Battles lost and won
But what does it matter?
Our story is our future
What we make it
The world, we shape it

The story we write

I want that story to be about love

I am this
And you love it
The way I talk
Like a song
The way I move
Like a dance
My every detail
I bounce cannonballs off the moon
With the flick of my wrist
I buy whatever I see

I make up the slang
It becomes the lexicon
I invent feelings
You didn't even know you had
I make you feel it
I make you love it
I'm a god of swag
I make you want it

I'm whatever I want
And you love it
My voice is a tone
That makes the ladies come
My moves are smooth
And make them come again
You love it
That I'm a **** *******
You always come to me
And I please you like no other

I am the greatest
The greatest poet you ever read
                             And didn't understand
I'm the greatest lover
The greatest loser
The maniacle sensitive soul grown calloused
By the world
Incredibly optimistic
Insatiably cynical

The greatest poet you ever read
Who sees blue when the color is red
Like the times I bled
My thoughts onto paper
I mix it up in purple imagery

An orchid

I found a way to sail my ship
From the deepest ocean
To the deepest parts of space
Where only nebula's
Know my name

And I'm hurting
And I'm loving all the time
And I'm crying
With no tears in my eyes

My tears form
As lines in a poem
That make you feel the same as me

So does my smile

I am the greatest poet
You can't begin to understand

And the open end of my mind
Feels signals from this universe
And the others
And the others

And the other ones say goodbye
While I fight with all my might
What I'm seeing
I'm believing

And the stars aren't just in the sky
They live inside us all
And the answers
And the answers

Well the answers aren't hard to find
If we can silence down or thoughts
And just listen
And I'm hearing

Its
Always
Been
There
For
Us

Its
Always
Been
There
For
Us

If we accept it
If we accept it

God would only talk to me
In a way I can understand

The sun with its blazing light
Its furious fight to bring life back to the night
The sun is going to shine
And I
Am going to love you

The ocean with its forever water
Its currents intrinsic as something we feel
The tides are going to rise
And I
Am going to love you

The moon with its mystery
It pocked-marked surface reflecting our eyes
The moon is going to wax
And I
Am going to love you

The spring with its new life
Its warm rain and blossoms and flowers
The spring is going to arrive
And I
Am going to love you

The road is breathing
I can feel the swell of a chest
As the cars make their way
Pavement and headlights
Were going to the mountains

Yes me
Who is nobody
And you
nobody as well
Going to the mountains

The songs we are singing
Become songs for the journey
And nobody is singing
Me and you
Going to the mountains

Yes me
Who has nothing
And you
With nothing too
Going to the mountains

The road is breathing
I can feel the swell of a chest
As the cars make their way
Pavement and headlights
Were going to the mountains

Yes me
Who is nobody
And you
nobody as well
Going to the mountains

The songs we are singing
Become songs for the journey
And nobody is singing
Me and you
Going to the mountains

Yes me
Who has nothing
And you
With nothing too
Going to the mountains

I'm feeling trapped
A box of my own contrivance
The feelings I forced
I can't push away

So I guess
It's one step at a time
Either towards
Or away

Still I come
Oppressed by my golden carriage
I feel my shame
But I will reach an end

I want to love you
I don't know that I do
But at least I know
What I feel

It's one foot
In front of the other
What I aim for
I know we'll be

Still I know
It's one step at a time
In the right direction
Better late than never

Still I come
Still I go
Either towards
Or away

In my golden carriage

They're jumping
Off the Golden Gate Bridge
And in my mind
So am I

Get this golden wisdom off my mind
I only want to be a fool
If that is what will make me happy

I keep looking to the future
And seeing ghosts out the corners of my eyes
I guess I can't be free
While my hands still hold on

But the light is gone
The night will linger on
And from all the times that I've been wrong
I still hold regret

Still my feet are stuck
I reach for solid ground
But its only mud and muck
And building houses on sand

But the love is gone
All it is it was
And its not anymore, or anything
Only bittersweet memory