It’s all to different, honey

not enough money

for you to stay

here

in my arms

back to the farm

I never did you any harm

and now you say you found someone new

too late all those flowers done was turn blue

round trip tickets

popped bottles telling secrets

and you’ll tell me you’re happy with him

singing the songs you sang to me to him

except when you call me and not him.

Feelings stayed way to warm in here

two feet off the ground, no fear

chairs stacked to the roof- closing time

Semisonic burned the roof down- feelings time

and will be seen together

chasing bills and a dream our endeavor

and you’ll send me out in white silk

I’ll be back with a carton of milk.

 

where were you

when it all began?

demolition

a new being will rise in her ancestors feet

to remind them the future is endless.

two balls(silver and grey) chime

a single bell

and without a quake

the new birds will sing

Ripped off covers

 

light breathed in

and the bullets flew.

Tragedy, loss all stem from the adversity

in our knees and we cower from fear

like a monster destroying the city- sin.

You’ll show me the way-

to walk in light and past

the darkened house on the corner

the past crowds and home for a cooked meal.

Tonight might be the night~

wake from a restless sleep in a light bed

and it’ll be the end I read about

and you’d never know.

I can see you waiting-

patiently awaiting

and I won’t make it home on time

just know

I

The time is coming

fumes are burning

thee last lamps taste

tragedy face blue moons

a fear of temptation

the leaky foundation

bathed in star light

a lasting cruel night

Fatal addiction

a contradiction

cruel and selfish

since fear itself

a lone ship

blown warship

the fire is quiet

a tragic riot

a sailor will call

don’t quit, we’re all in

but they’ll cry their eyes out, if we

sink the lighthouse.

you’ll exist- at the end of my pen

the forearm of my brain

the nail flushed into my hinges-

hinges removed by giants with branches

gripped like pencils and you’ll exist-

past the smoke and mirrors mirroring the smoke

from my lips.

creation of god? maybe. existing in a white zone

of unforgivable walls spitting points of view

like an ice cream truck in a culdesac.

you’ll exist long past the shattering of the clock and sun

and past the falling of the gods

and the creation of the next-

beings to walk along side.

maybe they already are. questioning the questions as from a liars throat

and hold them high like a rope around our neck

yet

you’ll walk right past and a knife with the width of an anvil

set us free.

 

Do you really believe what your saying?

Tears running dry

washing up your face.

Do you really expect us to care?

High in your towers, keeping an eye on the door

the exit, the door.

If I only see what I can see

I know it isn’t there

and if I only need what I can keep

I know it isn’t fair.

You can look away

while they’re dancing on our graves

but I will stop at nothing.

Do you really expect us, to drop all and leave?

The fire has been lit, keep chiming in

and we will be dancing.

Do you really expect us, to leave it all behind?

an we will remind you

that will rise on that occasion,

I’ll tell her everyday

if I have to. No short term loss

this isn’t ten second Tom, no

it’s a memory. A memory of a night

an elephant and a bracelet. I’ll tell her

everyday-

if I have too. She’ll never forgot or doubt me even when the clouds or black

food is cold or the bed has gone empty.

The light will flicker through our window, holding your hand

kissing the apple on your cheek

telling you for the day

that I’ll be here.

The thing about the bullet;

it doesn’t care about race, gender or who you’re fucking

it rips without malice and discord

tearing families apart.

Dreadful and honest the silver spins

signed by a government

not even ours or one we recognize

a human on the other end

no trail

just an executioner.

Sweet silver-

hear this prayer on your deaf ears

as I ask you to love a man.

Love the first man you’ll touch eyes with

and I promise-

you won’t need another.

Love until the spindle falls

the babies weep and the families mourn

and you’ll be surprised

as fate loads another.

You can be the bass in our band

feel it high in our hands

woah girl

I only met you a week ago

but your coming to my sisters wedding

feeding nights under the tele

raves chilling to Fetty

and will tour the world.

Round trip ticket around the world

keep you real close- keep you curled

and will cure the world

with strings and a single mic

I was such a young tike

throwing underhand strikes

and this was my dream

and I’m sharing this with you

like you drew

a map and we filled it out-

true enough for the road

true enough for the world.

 

 

It wasn’t my fault, nor my intentions

yet I stand here and I can’t imagine it different.

Faith- Destiny-Stars-

whatever you want to believe

I’ll stand here as long as we sing our songs

dance to these drums

hold you in my arms

chase time

curse the sun

bless the moon

and share those moments.

I’ll capture them with my camera

watch you through the mirror

heels high and shirt unbuttoned

window brings in the scent

of fresh bread from the bakery:

we’re going to be late.

A bench from afar

the same light; the years passed before

seemed like a lifetime ago

when we we’re catching butterflies.