Tie breaker

signing the papers you’re not a deal breaker

throwing checks at the window I’m not a faker

maker playmaker visa on the table it’s a buy not a rental.

It’s the real deal

hooked up to my veins

I payed in blood

and will celebrate with a hunt.

Your silent charm is mesmerizing

two looks it’s surprising

fielding the ball out of play

home run in the month of may

won’t rest on a shelf

towers of confidence in myself

but not in what I do

it’s an illness worse then the flu

the check is cashed and balance

all the fears very vaild

trust just a little and it’ll grease the wheels

It’ll only get better I’m head over heels

Rolling in the deep end

letting someone new in

drives you crazy.

Rolling in the deep

throw a dell out the window

still couldn’t stay away.

Featured in Time magazine

without a watch

counting the seconds fly by:

no one’s watching,

two times I called and the answering machine is the only one to comfort me

and no one’s watching.

Wasting time counting the time

should be searching every nook

together for Oblivion

yet we’re fighting for a chance

to stay alive in a world where

Oblivion is everything.

The map rest in our lap

we cover it with song lyrics and a history book

we disregard the map, I found you there

lying at the door without a ticket.

a couple bucks for parking

snubbed at the door.

We have the map

the door you’ve seen up close.

it’s bare ridden wasteland.

Everything is bare

plain to see

plain to look at-

the outer work of a masterpiece.

Until the first spec

tiny fragment of color

enters your pallet.

Shes magnificent-

black and white is all he knew-

color splats from idea and creation

but never enough

to cover an entire piece.

she can cover this-

just the taste adds light and texture

only found in the make believe.

he needs more-

he needs her to help create.

Blink and it’s on:

the rabbits out of the hat

and there is no looking back

at it all up and it’s my chips running flat

back to the ring up

colleague checks bounce back

coliseum never call back

and the rabbits back in its hat.

There it went.

One minute and it’s back to the lab

work on the flow until it’s flawless and they’ll call back.

I see you

no light

with a fist of a fight

and you keep it tight

I see you.

and it’s beautiful~

the light kisses your tilted brow

as you watch slanted ice fall from

the roof of a mountain.

You can breathe in her life-

follow her pen cutting through the paper like cotton candy.

and I follow every word like a musician

-a note for a note playing flute

-creating from a jazzy song

wheels always turning

down the hill

momentum to leave this planet

and everyone will watch her fly.

i fear i’ll go insane

miss a dot over an i

trade an eye for a slippery slope

and float- away.

i question everything

without concrete grasp it slips

and one day i’ll flip and trade what i believe

for a handmade hand.

i can tell you’ll worry

it’s not a matter of time or work

more of a when a dime doesn’t stop spinning

and i’ll be trapped with carved tallies

 

remembering the follies one at a time.

i can break the loop

the key will hide itself

with a keystroke it’ll be here nor there

but i’ll be gone.

 

you’ll find me

cradled with a candle and lighter

chasing my shadow away

so i can have true solitude.

you’ll try to save me

but i’ve already saved myself

from demons that can no longer exist

in a body of complete forfeit.

you’ll bring pictures

a dinner we once had

a kiss we once shared

a time where time was just a measurement and not a hysterical critique

and i’ll beg my shadow to return.

Never saw this path-

hidden under rubble

under a table

couple sugar packets

a signature feast

but this is the one.

Never felt a route like this

believe or believe

only two choices left

garden of eden

apple for feast

but this is the one.

Never one even close

sacred and unleashed

carrying the weight of the world

for two of these

under oblivion

but it’s our time.

Never questioned why

it happened under our breathe

silent yet dangerous

a higher order or power

that set that meeting

a fateful day

but it’s not over.

living in hell

tour guide out of service

mailman skips our block

trip too an upper level cost to much.

first class only for the living

business class for the heavenly

leafs cross an unbreakable cross road

the living skips our block.

tragedy bites the roof off

dark matter

and life stock will flee through open doors

trample the weak

once a week

death will skip our street.

the time we have

is time we can’t be wastin’

every challenge we facin’

and we tellin’ a lie

that we can’t live under sky

that feelin’ tonight

 

but where are we now

 

tossin’ an turning

burning the feeling

till we get shot down

and the way that we kissing will turn up that frown

this life to small

for us to stall

break down these walls

 

skies the limit

I know we can feel it

I know we can do it

break up and make up

just need a wind up

while we setup I’ll chase the roof

so we can seal it

conceal it until we can steal it.

 

hate wasting time-

not wasted but still found myself on the roof.

It’s safe up here- penny for your thoughts

and it’s tax free

moving clouds with a kiss

two streets and a bliss.

the music is still pumping

smog in the air

deflate in the air

the music is still pumping

can hear two downstairs

the walls are unforgiving.