wicked thorns on wicked wings
they fly and pierce the sky
the gashes open wide
the liquid life
pours
out

blessed words from blessed tongues
they soar and mend the wounds
the holes close up
the simple strife
floats
away

when we leak the color red
we feel alive although we’re quick to die
when the truth is spilled right
we know our pride and we’re ready to die

last meals, first truths
last loves in kissing booths
the world you need to get to is inside
godspeed and goodnight

The Love We Had Before

Where is it?
It was there before...
before we broke
before we burned
before our foolish ways destroyed us.
Why can’t we find it again
in search we crash into each other
destroying us further
never mending
always breaking.
Where is the love we had before?

You Gave Me A Promise

What is the end if not this.
You don’t speak the words you once promised.
My hope is there but I don’t know why
There is no hope left
yet I can’t stand as I’m hearing your promise again.
I’m holding and waiting and you’re promise is gone
but I’m not giving up
I need you and I can’t reach you
it’s like a torture thats turning me against myself.

Wrapped In Your Arms**

I used to walk alone
but now I’m here to stay
unable to move away
not wanting to leave your side
not wanting to be alone.

I can see clearer looking through your eyes
than I ever have looking through my own
but I can’t help but love the view I have
the view I have when looking at you through mine.

I’m home and I’m here to stay.
You cradle and protect me
and I know I’ll never be safer anywhere
other than you’re arms.

This bottle bleeds like heartbeats
inebriating grass
contesting dew drops
     heartstopping plot lines
meanwhile fireflight christens
the night that listens
to our intoxicated forgetfulness
a cheap libation
liberation
young-morning dream sleep
waking walking, weaving
half-heard whispers of stubborn solemnity, we
wrought havoc;
we were not in love
it was just the cold night air
     and the field that smelled of chardonnay

Taste the days end with me
Sweet wine of soft fireflight
and tender touch beinth a summer moon
In your arms endure
This love can be ours
Under the iridescent moonlight
Embraced within one another
To live for an eternity
Languid and soft
We shall watch the grand painting of the ages unfold before us
As time itself submits that we are one
That we are passion and love
Love that shall never shed a liquid tear
Time ages us as one to live an eternity together
The porcelain dripping down the eons can't hold us back
Nor can the God who sheds those tears for us
Ferment the seeds of this madness pause along the walls
That contain the fragile thoughts
And read the written passages that are formed in the shadows of what we have created these passing moments are the dire and forlorn wasteland of the last days we spend here.