Sunset at my horizen and far to much regret apon me.
The story forever the same a jilted lover a midnight kiss.
Often ive tasted the wine to avoid the saltwater tears and a distant shores redemption.

Lights from the carnival tatterd dreams and the Jersey shore.
Far gone my thoughts hollow is the bottle burried in sand.

Why do we embrace the pain to only understand the stage traggic by design.
In eye's often reflected I recall you but never understood myself.
As children we yern for what seems a ghost hunt  in a moments time.
Im still walking but no longer can I sense my return.

Footsteps burried in saltwater washed in a long vanished time.
It only takes a song to go back yet a foolish pride and a storm couldnt make him
turn to her.

Ive known many faces yet never understood one.
Take me to sunsets demise and a night skies birth.
Toast a broken soul and ******* logic for it's all I have to give for now.


The lights from afar seem no more distant than I.
the sunsets my canvas the waves crash my song.

Whispers of what never was pillow talk and tommorows thought.
All intentions often merge with the same long walk.

I understood nothing more clear .
Then when she uttred the words goodbye.

Feeling burnt inside. Living with wounds. All the hardships denied. All of us living in these tombs. Torn and tatterd. Never knowing what's next. Had any of this even matterd. When you look at my battle scars.

I cannot abide the horrors in the hours when the coming day
Shouts and pulls at yesterday and derides him for a job poorly done
Leaving unfinished business on the table.

                                                         ­     Scraps and bones
                                                           ­   Tatterd sinew.
                                                          ­    Skin.
                                                       ­       Poor execution has left tomorrow
                                                        ­      With rotting clutter. Hear him
                                                              Mu­tter.
Not at rest fully now surfacing psyche able to stir
after corps-like slumber  judgement at the ready.
Shake the foreboding feeling
walking
through a graveyard something inches from my back
Grinning at my ignorance.
Pondering surprise.
Wake up and push the stone uphill
wake up and take your pill.