Most days my memory of you is hazy.
Other days I want to remember you, I see the red neon light.
Red neon lights, shine on your face in the night.
There are many other colors, but red is my favourite.
They shift across your face lighting glimpses of your features across the night.
I wait only looking as they pass you.
And so I only ever see you draped in those red neon light.
Forever shifting.

A bigger world, was what I saw, before it hit me like a train on the first round.
I was almost knocked out but hope was a second chance,
Every second that passes, I get older, and my beliefs falter,
And then again my teeth are punched out,
This time there is no pain, just a desprate grasp for air,
But with all my might I push ahead, Staggering forward half blind and half deaf,
Swinging pathetic fists embroiled with hope,
Swinging endlessly into the dark.

You are the wind.
I am the moon.
We should never meet.
But still, I long for... here.
here is where I feel
but I am not made for you
and neither are you
It's all in hope
and hope is all there is
for who is left to believe?
That the wind and the moon will meet.

Sometimes, I see him, that child running.
He merrily hops on the broken tiles.
The tiles crack and shatter underneath his feet.
The sounds that they make pleases him.
Sometimes, I see them, momentus glimses in the night sky.
They shoot across the glimmering canvas.
I wonder how many, witnessed this fleeting glimse?
Sometimes, I see myself in places I have never been.
I run in the sand, swim in the sea.
I touch the snow and feel the cold.
I smell the fresh air and swat the bugs away.
I see it all so clearely.
And in those sometimes, I am made undoubtly happy.

All the men in the world
One hot summer day,
Find that their mustaches have run
away.

The heavely bearded men wailed in nay,
The clean shaved men had a pecuilar stray,
For they, on the hot summer day, had grown hair,
Hair on their lip that made way
For their mustaches to run away.

The world had turned upside down.
What will all the mustachless men do?
What has caused the hair to run away?

There is a storm,
A grey beast.
I should hide, but I must protect this.
There is a storm,
A grey beast.
Protect this little creature.
In the corners, hiding eyes watch me,
He who should hide, but I must protect this.
Those hiding eyes,veer away.
Those hiding eyes, with snicker and sneer.
Those hiding eyes, with empathy and fear.
Become the storm,
This grey beast.

The microscopic ant was trampled by the shoes of the busy human.

All the colony grieved for days, The warriors in anger, the queen in distress, the workers in apathy.

Then one day where the incident occurred.

A witness ant saw the same shoe.

The warrior ants cried their chant, revenge is here for their brother ant.

So, they climbed the shoe and bit, only to be thrown off towards their death.

The pest control was called and the colony was flushed.

And the man who spewed white death sang a tune:

"Here is the fate of those insignfcant things, that tried to take what they thought they deserved"

He laughed and smiled at his job well done.

And looked at what he had done, the colony had died that is for sure.

And his boss called for another job.

Leave me words to speak,
My mind is sadness my body is weak,
My words to speak hold me,
My words to speak warm this freeze,
When you are done, leave nothing but my words to speak,
For even in my grave, I would pray you blessed.

When it is right it will come
Those things I adored
Those things that I should've said
Those passing thoughts on my bus ride home
When it is right it will come
Those feelings I burried
Those people I remember
Those people I forgot
When it is right it will come
That compass to lead home
That walk to the sunset
That peace in the sun
When it is right it will come
And then there will be sadness and laughter and the serendipitous and then  
maybe then
maybe then...
maybe then.

In the moments where I run 100 miles sitting down,
A mantra repeats itself in my mind, it stays with me a comforing thought
As my heart rumbles within my chest,
It is ok, It is ok, It is ok
Those words repeat in my hazing head,
But if someone asks how was my day?
Without a moment lost I reply: "It was ok"

A fatal flaw that I once discovered
Was in the way I read books,
Instead of beggining at the first sentence
I always red the last first.
But what soon became clear, is that like boiling water,
Everything I do will never boil if the end is the only thing I see
Maybe it was this then the fatal flaw.
The fatal flaw of always seeing the end before embracing the beggining.

It was maybe the right time and the right place

When all things are given, you never learn to find

So maybe if by waiting at the right time in the right place

I will see a star fall down from the heavens, its light showering me with the wisdom of a million years

Or maybe just Love.

When it came to love an idea was much better than reality.

When it came to hate blindness was much better than understanding.

When it came to guilt emptiness was much easier than healing.

And then the cigerette died and the sun set, it's time for leaving.

On the sight of first light, a choir of paradise sang to hail the morning star.
Oh! a beautiful a song that crescendos into the infinite skies, once I have heard those songs, hunger consumed my mind.
There I began the search for those birds of paradise, as I lingered in the moments passed.
Foolish desire it was, for when the birds of paradise left for home. There I was left in regret, for I had spent so long in their search, I forgot to listen to their morning song. And as their choir descended the stage, the crescendo still echoed in my mind.

It is easier to distance myself from you to exist only in my mind
My actions have never followed my words
So salt in water, I dissolve.
But even as In those moments, somwhere in ubiquity a piece will still hold on.
When all I do is dissolve, will I ever be whole?

Maybe in your jaded thoughts, it was ok to let go.
Your were first to give up, and you didn't let it be known.
How cruel and How selfish it is.
To wish a great long life upon those you leave alone.

This Carvan I rode on bumby roads, lost wheels in the journey's length
Now riding on stilts I pull it, dragging the carcas behind in this shoddy night
I Heave under the strain of its weight, as a man selling wheels approaches me.
He pitches me wheels sturdy for my journey's end,
Wary I was of sweet words of my misfortune's end,  
To this journey's end, a cravan I drag into the infinite night.

On an empty street, I once walked by a playground,
Abandoned in the night by the morning's children,
In silence, I can still hear the echoes of useless banter and spontaneous laughter.
Now dormant, redundant in the memory,
It woed and cried in the winter's chill,
This playground on an empty street could not forget the warmth of the sun under the tarp of moonlight.

I found it odd that in the nothing there came a whisper of something.
Whispers that lit the lights to the rooms of nothing,
For you to fill.

I woke up today to find the duct tape running dry,
I had been using it non stop lately, too many things are broken.
The first time I really needed it, was when the canary smashed the window to fly out,
Yes, the canary was adamant, he really wanted to leave,
So one day as I opened the door to his cage, he flew out and with momemtum smashed the window and flew away,
He wasn't hurt, I think, but he left a **** hole in my window.
So A broke misérable like me just went to the store and bought a role of duct tape,
Then drew cross patterns of duct tape until I filled up the hole.
I cleaned the broken pieces of glass and looked at my work with a feeling of satisfaction.
Then, as if antcipating the arrival of duct tape, **** started breaking one by one.
My sink started leaking, so I duct taped.
My radio antenna broke, yes i own a Radio, so I duct taped.
Before realising it I had a house filled with duct taped half broken things.  Though a strange thing started to happen,
The more I duct taped around the house, at night before I shut my eyes,
I would Imagine duct taping things, little cracks in the night.
And then I realised, that there were  no leaks, no holes and no cracks.
In fact, the only thing that had existed was a canary and duct tape.
A canary that had broken a window.
The canary flew into the heavens free of all things earthly.
Then left me with a broken window and a sense of guilt at the extent it went to leave.
So I bought a role of duct tape that is now running dry,
Maybe, thinking of this canary, Ill go and buy another.

My body aganist yours, I touched all of you in delight,
Rhythms in the intoxication moved my body,
I felt you as I kissed your neck and you buried your back into me
The rush made my heart flutter in beats of irregularty,
Again, I kissed your neck and you looked at me,
I stared into your colorless eyes before losing to the attraction of your lips,
Emotions consumed my heart as my blank mind rested in a moment away from the shoveling mob,
But moments they only last their meaning
Your friends, they said something to you and you left
I stood there in the strobing light until my friends dragged me away,
We walked out and in the shining street light,
To my West, there you stood with concern in your eyes,
My destination changed as you looked at me,
But my steps betrayed my compass.
In these moments, I remember.
In these moments: What Is Your Name?

Rest your head dreary boy.
For some reason, you were chosen to live.
This burden you must forgive.
An envy you are to those never to manifest.
Those before you have come and left, forgetten in time in their eternal rest.
So rest your head dreary boy.
When eternity finally comes, look at those stars, those winds, those hills, those people and those dents.
Then rejoice! Dreary boy, for you most excitingly did exist.

An elephant remebered running wild in savanna.

The rays of the sun shining down warming the ground beneath him,

He bathed in the light, as he trunked with the other elephants around his elder's legs,

He remebered the large disk of light as it descended behind the earth and the sky became hues of color,

He remembered as he lay down in the nights, drawing warmth from his elders,

He remebered this as the lion, with jagged teeth, ripped his guts.

The lion, having had his fill, looked up at the elephant and there as darkness settled in his eyes, like curtains closing in the finale, an elephant ran wild in savanna.

You who left without goodbye,
You who laid in sheets of solitude
You who lost your mind to time
You who left without goodbye,
You who shed your tears for life
You who faced the end alone
You who left without goodbye,
Will you be there for me in spite?

Drunk lovers writing songs on stages of upset,
Corners of rooms filled with fools, kissing whispers of sweet melody
Wretched beings cast aside, stare from afar at their scenes of lust
Drunk lovers writing songs on stages of upset,
Look upon those wretched beings standing deaf to your melody

I walk down a foggy corridor where I find a door
Light beams shine through its slits piercing the air
I reach for the door and great darkness seeps into the air
As I walk hoplessly in the endless night
A dim sliver of warm sunlight finds my hand
Walking towards it, this dim light shines brighter in the dark than all the stars in the sky

In the tumltous waters, a ship set sail
beaten by the madness of waves

In the distance, landfall drew close, an island of serenity shone in the stormy night

A mirage it maybe, for a ship beaten by the madness of waves never sailed again

Carrying the mat onto the mountain top
I Lay it down on the cold tattered ground
Laying down on it, I look into the starry night sky
As the sky stares down into me
Soon the earth and the heaven collide
A perfectly imperfect harmony they weave in and out like the threads of that mat I brought
Thoughts so loud, run silent in my mind
A witness I lay, in between the mountains and the stars

On the day before you left, you smiled so brightly as you left my car.
The sound of that smile echoes endlessly inside the chambers of my heart

On the day you left, you gave me jumbled words and glassy eyes,
Images of those eyes are still so vivid on the canvas of dark nights

On the day after you left, memories seiged my mind,

And as I lay there a lifeless form of tear and regret, the truth came over me,

You molded an anchor of lies on our feeble ship,

They anchored us on a great shore, but at last great waves have swept us away

Grains of sand may only meet once.

They dance to the rhythm of the winds and the beat of the seas

Great stars burn so bright.
They invite all into their warm light

For you are the stars and the sand,

Invite me into your warm light and if
we must only meet once,

Lets us burn as the stars and dance like the sand

The devil spoke words of wisdom among the mortal men
For those who listen are easily swayed
There I stood applaunding

In the vast yellow sea
I awoke from a shallow slumber
At the horizon the golden sphere breaks the darkness
Colors of light hide the dotted sky
Alone, colors of light warm my shivering heart

If I knew where your home was
I would make angels stand guard at your doors

If the birds sang a beautiful tune
I would play it for you

If I knew the stretch of all the roads
I would make a path that leads me to you

What a shame it is, what a shame! it's because I love you

I love you, yet I have not met you

I love you, because you've already touched my soul

Stage is ready you've practiced a life

Go out there and sing your heart out

Sing your heart out, the people will boo!

Throw their filth and tell you to shoo

A beautiful melody is all they're here for

I like the rainy days
Did you like those too ?

I was enchanted by a full moon
Did it enchant you too?

I felt small looking at stars
Did they make you feel small too?

I felt sad
Did you have that feeling too?

I took you for granted
Did you take for granted too?

So many questions I have for you
But all I have is the memory of you

So many questions I have
But all I have is this fading memory of you

So many questions
But all I have is a faded memory of you

So many
What I would give to ask them all to you

There's a chance that I...
There's a chance that we...
But I am a coward

I once knew a man who knew nothing about suffering

He was desperate to suffer
He fantasized to suffer

He would wander within himself to find suffering

One day he recieved his wish

I once knew a man who lived in suffering

He wished
to turn back to what he already lost