I always manage to forget
that the world I love does not exist
because the world in true is full of ghosts
of both sinners and the never-kissed

The world I love is green and blue
and oft takes on a reddish hue
and she promises a stoney-smile
where memories only last a while

But the world in true is smokey-grey
that lingers like an open wound
it sparks and burns then fades away
for nothing here is long to stay

Our poisoned food is roots and sand
and our welcome home is jealousy
for if you find repose in a lovers hand
she'll cast them off like sea from land

For in this world where fortune's cruel
and the air's awash with boney-dust
happy is the lonely fool
who speaks in tongues of moss and rust

But in between my lack and toil
sometimes I see the black clouds part
I feel my toes claw at the soil
as tears bleed from my weathered heart

And when at last, to sleep I try
I fight the dreams I can't resist
for there is no color to the sky
and the world I love does not exist

How hard does this
thing gotta be?
a blinding world outside
and a world inside
too dark to see

What confuses you
also
confuses
me

Leaders too scared to lead
peacekeepers fighting wars
within
themselves

Endless insecurity
even though
nobody knows
just what
the ****
they're doing

Why are we afraid?
Why do we feel we
must
know?

Can't we
just
be happy to
just
understand?

And you
all you need to do
is take my hand

Because
I get this feeling
like I've been here
before

And you were here
too
But you don't seem to remember
that you are indeed
you

And, I think
that you're me too
because...

because when you really think about it
we're not so different
you and I

we both enjoy a good laugh
good enough
to make you cry

We both love
I know it
the warmth
in sitting close

And don't you love
that gleam in the eye
when we both
have the same thought?

or that weird
moment
when it feels like years
between each
shared
heartbeat

But we've all been told
this shouldn't be
That there is only
one right way to see
and I know that
you trust them
more than you
trust me

You and I are the same
except that you
are so much more
interesting

...And I think
it's because
you trust them
more than you
trust me

They're probably right
after all
it's not so bad
being lonely

first to laugh
first to cry
first to see the
reason why

none of this
makes any sense
because the problems'
in the eye

Am I the only one
that feels like
lifes a game?
Because
Everywhere you go's
the same
and nothing ever seems
to change, until...

Nevermind
you're fine
just keep doing...
whatever the hell
you were doing
when I met you

As for me?
more of the same
because
reasons' only half the game

A joke or a riddle
I cannot decide
which note I could fiddle
from which punch-line to hide

Questions pending
answers not true
the universe isn't ending
the ocean's not blue

Something new everyday
many books left to burn
smart enough now to say
that the wise never learn

Somehow ahead, but always behind
my life must catch up with my mind

Inside I am sleeping
outside of my head
my soul isn't keeping
what my eyes have been fed

In time I'll forget you
or so you might think
my memory is untrue
as my eyes tend to blink

Though I always remember
what was once important
if I could somehow dismember
perceptions mossy distortions

Then perhaps I will find
a part of me that went missing
before I rallied behind
this big boot I've been kissing

Oh that shame and the mystery
behind aiming at history

Who am I? I wonder
for the last time I was free
were the days I was younger
back when I knew me

But I didn't know then
that now I'd be thinking
of my innocent friend
imagining me without blinking

Because I was meaning
back when I was dreaming
to make someone of meaning
of the person now screaming

Inside can't stop fighting
with the author of the book
that I'm writing

The study of guessing
a stab in the dark
scientific regressing
maiden voyage embark

Truth is often too stark
and seldom impressing
the truth's a remark
that lies are *******

order in chaos
joy within sadness
laughter in crying
borderline madness
life found in dying

Born to do anothers bidding
live to bite the hook
to satisfy the needs of others
to walk uneven ground

Live to serve
confuse the ruse
hit the nerve
bad news in two's

Imprisoned in a woolen jacket
trapped within the skin
solace in an iron maiden
sleep on bed of nails

Injected with fear and anger
beat to death with love
laughed at and shamed by passing stranger
because you cannot rise above

One step forward two steps back
on the heels of the conundrum
the problem lies with what we lack
on our merry way we go

I think I'm starting to believe
that my memories
are more real than me
That as I dream
I am awake
and while I give
I really take

Although I know just what need
I give my love
and pain and greed
without intent
to you, receive
my branches, roots
fruit and seed

for how the leaf takes of the sun
and for whom
the willow weeps
I crave for you
through days of drought
rain, frost
and the reap

and as autumn is a prelude
may our winters never come
for my springtime dreams
manifests anew
every memory of you
with each setting summer sun