I sang softly under powdered sugar skies
To the man who only loved himself
I could not hold against you
Giving up guiding dreams
They will learn to find their own way
I am a pilgrim meant for wandering
My sleep no different, be I sinner or saint
My skin has saved the warmth of the sun
To lull you into slumber, cocoon you in affection
The sun cracking my skin as if she was dirt in the desert
Hollow me out, sinner in the canyon
Worship me in the shadows of the tallest rise
I thirst for you, in the valley of the sun
Let our flowers blossom, even when no water will quench their roots
Petals in a flower girl wind
Smell more ancient than salt in the sea
Petals joining sky, sand, and cactus spines
An earthen corpse
Sandy organs, a faint heartbeat drum
Dry air lungs, I hold my raspy breath
You sang John Mayer at seventy miles an hour
God made me sad, you made me cry
We withered up inside out, waiting to kiss in the rain

You gave names to the stars
As if they danced upon your own tongue
Plucking syllables from between your teeth
The sky is chords of a guitar
Pluck away
Heavens ears miss this sound

I will meet with you
Come down from the mountains
My words become those most familiar in your mouth
You were worshipping gods in the valley
Gods that have no home
My name nearly forgotten
My words not written in stone
Concrete in their absence
Absent of light, hope, pain
We move in our own way
Bear my cross as the wood it is
Not the worries or weight of the world
Meant for another's shoulders
Feel the joy of the world
None of her aching
A delicate life is not cheaper
Lashes on my back speak
To a crown of thorns
I am no deity
No matter what I eat, drink
How wise I speak
Ichor does not flow through me
Humanity is liquid, thoughts fluid
Hopes dry, day by day
Each day is new, I water them the same
May they bloom as never before
Beautiful things are for you
Whether I bear them or not
The stars will lay themselves at your feet one day
In the holiest part of your temple
Walls adorned with things that have passed
Paint that is fresh
Things that will one day be known
I see them coming
I prayed them for you
On the rooftop of this temple
Call the stars down
When you know them by name
Call me to you
A voice echoing of marble
I will come
Just as I am
As you are

Beyond my own walls
These kingdoms we built
Stone in our sentiment
Delicate the cornerstone of our delight

I will find the edge of the world
Where else would you go
Dangle my feet on the edge
Waiting for you
Until the sun forgets how to set
As the oceans run over
Chasing unknown depths

I called your name in my sleep
Not because I knew you were there
Because I knew if you heard me
You would come

"You look lovely"


And you, you look like love

You ache
Pain is a death demanding and unforgiving
Hoping the shadow of a cigarette
Will veil this agony again
Smoke lungs breathe roses
Black thorns for a restless night
I dare not walk this way again, not alone
Simply forgotten

I crave your waves
Crash over me
Drowning in your depths
This is surrender

Tell me you love me
Or do not speak at all

It's late, anything goes
You forget I'm human
Could have guessed I'd bleed red
You checked all the same
Where I met God
Was not where he left me
Deception you spoke
That torment was my stint
It was not always this way
Better is a hope, not a promise
Somehow put together perfectly
The ground is cold
Nails scratch against tombstones
The sun climbs into morning
On steps of moonlight
We will bury this night with shovels of dirt
Enough has been said while the moon is full
To be silent today
Enough has been said for tomorrow
To be silent today
Not caring where I go
Take me far
From all you know
From all that forced its memory upon you
My memories are laced into many people
Threads that do not know undoing
They wind themselves around your fingers
We clutch at hope
In hope it will clutch back

Press me against you
Like flowers in a book

As you call me, I am known
Shackle or sail it be
Earth or sea
The same to me
Remember to pray
Knees do not always kneel
Words stand as they are spoken
Frail limbs, as quickly broken  
No harm, no foul, no folly in this
Walking ignorance, does not know bliss
To bent nails all hammers are blows
Wisdom is fleeting, on it goes

I'm cold, scared
You didn't come home

Dust of the earth rise
Stagnant you have lain
Steps awaken you
Not before your time
Earth is spinning as before
Days are meant for her
Us not so much
We are beneath all, beneath sky
Beneath what heaven would ask of us
Not beneath torment
That wanderer has not made her bed
We sleep in comfort we do not own
Fools live this way
We are fools
There is no remorse for us
Would knowledge of an ending change a beginning
God thought as much when he made the earth
Seven days, the end of all things
The in between is for us
We waste it more foolishly than he thought
It is wasted just the same
No matter how big the hands that hold us
We cling to fingers in hope we do not fall

I am hopeful
Stupid, but hopeful

This is not that time
I feel no different
I didn't make myself like this
I have not made much of myself at all

You are
The pale pink thoughts
In my dark purple mind
I am not accustomed to the light

English has taught me many things
Today, I am stuck on this lesson
That any situation can be tense
Past, present, or future tense

When you learn to live in the moment
I don't think you ever die

A departure no matter how sweet, never as much as the return
An old tongue roots himself again in my mouth
Reigns my words as they rise up behind my teeth
My lack of you is devout, and your return a worship may be
The knots we tie are ancient
I hear the cairns at the door to the nine realms whisper the words in my heart
You are missing, from me
Stones cry out when you hold your tongue
Do I know all things now
Or only those of little consequence to Odin

I have been told there is another world under the sea
This is why I tell you that you have ocean eyes

You make dead things out of living things just to make money
You make lies out of the truth and make anyone who tells you otherwise to look a fool
You make God cry and you made me angry
You tried tearing Yggdrasil up by the roots
But those were knots your fingers could not untie as carefully as you twist your tongue

The meadows of my mind are still and quiet
Morning, she has come and gone
Sweet and melancholy in her awakening
The frolicking of my thoughts
Does naught to ease the tempest that brews behind the whites of my eyes
My temperament is made only of sea foam today

I strain my eyes
Still I cannot look beyond where the light reaches
I am so afraid
My mind tells me
That such awful things
I have seen by the light of day
Worse would it not be
That the cloak of night wraps in her darkness

The shackles of my spine remember you
Better than my lips will ever confess
Your tongue will once again
Crawl out of your mouth
To beg forgiveness, like I begged you for love
The candles I have lit
To my alter of your memory
Would do better to drip wax in my eyes
Then I would remember you as things had been
From the eyes of a full moon
All looks to be well
Troubled waters sleep, before the rise
Even the sun takes rest
Before apollo lights tomorrow's skies

Humble in your regrets
Over all choose love
Under cloudy grey skies
Shameless against virtue
Empty though you be

Over all choose love
Under cloudy grey skies
Shameless against virtue
Empty though you be
Humble in your regrets

Under cloudy grey skies
Shameless against virtue
Empty though you be
Humble in your regrets
Over all choose love

Shameless against virtue
Empty though you be
Humble in your regrets
Over all choose love
Under cloudy grey skies

Empty though you be
Humble in your regrets
Over all choose love
Under cloudy grey skies
Shameless against virtue

Humble in your regrets
Over all choose love
Under cloudy grey skies
Shameless against virtue
Empty though you be

Empty though you be
Shameless against virtue
Under cloudy grey skies
Over all choose love
Humble in your regrets

Dares are for fools
Age knows no numbers
Regrets are nothing
Kept in secret

Age knows no numbers
Regrets are nothing
Kept in secret
Dares are for fools

Kept in secret
Dares are for fools
Age knows no numbers
Regrets are nothing

Regrets are nothing
Kept in secret
Dares are for fools
Age knows no numbers

Dares are for fools
Age knows no numbers
Regrets are nothing
Kept in secret

Keep in secret
Regrets are nothing
Age knows no numbers
Dares are for fools

I have a bad habit of falling
My other tendancies seem to bother you more
The getting up on my own
The moving on by myself

Time has touched you
I have not been so lucky

I was the aching lanterns in the sky

I lay here
Beside you
Just as you asked
Pores thrumming with thoughts
Slumber, so sweet
Has found you tonight
I not so lucky
I clutch
My own hands together
Wandering down
The corridors of my mind
The carpet is stained
And every door closed
Some doors I knock upon
Knuckles white and bony
Other doors
I do not even grasp the handle
For I know what the oak hides
It is of no consequence to me this time
There is a door before me
With new locks
I will not lie
And say I do not know the key
Wrought metal is an old friend to my fingers
It finds itself
Between the fingers of my right hand
I unbid the lock of her duty
Taking all responsibility upon myself
My shoulders were meant for such
If only my heart
Be not so stale
Will you join me here
In the dark
I promise not to yell
The raising of my voice
Will do nothing for these settled beams
I only try to talk
With a voice
That has not found its sea legs
Tossing to and fro
Just beseeching to be grounded
In honesty
To be pulled back
Into this ocean of sheets
Drowned in such sweet slumber
That the moon begs to look upon
May the stars guide my soul
As well as they do my eyes

The world can teach you
But what does the world know

I want to throw unripened avacados at the patriarchy, screaming
Stop making my sisters cry

The angels were whispering in my ear about the confines of my heart
They know I withhold nothing from you
Yet when I am sad it is not their hands against my mouth, but a strangers
I have no plight against them
When my head is screaming to let out a sound
No whisper is even heard
Will my casket be filled merely with cheap regrets
When I could have been speaking truth
My love, how do I find my voice

I would love, for once
To go gentle
Into the night

And really
How quickly
Can you watch time - go

I wanted you to be the river in me
Move the way you want
Just rush through me
The earth will make way
For your waters to surge
Till you reach the edge
Push me off the verge

These embers can only be relit so many times
Who will keep you warm when I am gone
Oh the irony to die out by these ashes
When this is where we have lived the brightest nights of our lives
I became a coal in your mouth
When my only desire was to warm your heart
You can no longer stomach me
It is my own light that will fade
The char of my existence ground into the earth
When you cremate my final memory
I will be nothing
Until you smell smoke
This is the remembrance of me
I will not be put out so easily

I brewed tea
Just to let my tears
Sit in the mug on the windowsill
The cool outside air
Stealing my cold inside thoughts

I ran my tongue along the scar inside my cheek
Like fingers on melancholy piano keys
Can you play in the dark

I made promises
Gave up swallowing razor blades
There is enough already
That will find it's way to cut me

Kale eyes
Still waters run deep
Seaweed sentiments
The tide will go out
Waiting
Still and quiet
At the edge of the sea
The earth will not find me

The woman in white was wailing at the gate
Her whisps wrapped around the iron bars
As though she was shackled in the earth
I asked her why
She did not hear me over the wind carrying her cries to my unfortunate ears

Is it the coins tinkling in death's pocket I hear
Is he coming or does he only watch whispering no words of caution

Broken glass is no good for bare feet
I find myself
Where I have not tread before
This road winds longer on the way down
The way up was so steep, yet not as eerie

I felt the push and I ignored the pull
Before I even arrived
My pulse will thrum and my chest struggle to fill itself with air
If only my wisdom ran as deep as my fear

The other woman will come, stand in the window
A man will stand beside her, blood on his hands
The lights may never stop playing tricks on my eyes
They will find in my dreams tonight
Let this be the extent of my worries
The mutterings of my prayers will not be in vain

I was so caught up in the art of giving away
That I misplaced myself in the cardboard boxes at the end of the driveway

You have fallen to your knees
Who will teach you to walk the line when I am faded
When I am burnt out

I was playing with pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs playing with fire
Fire leading them along
Fire teaching them to dance
Undulating their whole body
Letting fear find their fingers
Fear bind their tongues
Some lessons no sooner learnt than forgotten
This one not among them

She is not lost
She who runs hell
She who dances naked in the halls
With thorns pressed into her hands
Grasping at roses not yet bloomed

You press on my bruises
Wishing for them to bleed
Have you never met shooting stars
The ones the sky let's rule for a solitary moment,
the earth's candle wishes

This is the way fire dances
A soul barren of burden
Though she claim all your possessions
And bite the tongue behind your teeth
You will not remember, what held so little light
A tender bite with a wild appetite

Sleep is not a gift given to me tonight

If patience is for fools
You will find no wisdom in me
The hands of an anchor do nothing
For the heart of a full sail
Let the waves come
They have met me before
And if they do not remember
I will remind them;
That the salt in my veins is no less than that found in her depths

These hands were for you
They had never made love before
I was picking up colors
To make you a rainbow
I did not run out of shades of green
Maybe you will love me back
When you see this in the sky
It comforts the heavens of her tears
My hope is the same for you

I said I loved you
If only for the reason
That when I looked in your eyes
That was when I heard music

When I say you are my light
I mean you are a soft glow
Gentle for the moths to gather round