void all transaction

stop on the elevator keys

translating a language not taught

you won’t have anywhere to go.

checks and balance

skating the lines

and shattering them

with flowery descend

and an everlasting taste.

The last night

heating up that night

leftovers for dinner

and here comes the winner.

Tears flying 1st class

she can see her time fly past

holding back space on two hours

long night and a cold shower.

This seat is taken

a shot will always miss if it’s never taken

making dinner for two

table set, another miss cue.

Finding the end of the barrel

holding my eyes hostage- in peril~

and I’ll find myself

talking to myself

about myself

with myself.

You belong with me

facing the lines

the lines we feed.

You collapse in threes

let the doors collide

you’re wasted and fine.

You confide in me

bruised and left weak

shaped by His hand.

You belong to me

you’re no fiend

crossing the line.

The sing on your hand

with your hand

I’ll wave the sign.

Of your hand.

 

Just keep on high-stepping

you’ll find me running towards the sirens

never backing down when the fire reaches higher-

higher than we could have dreamed of

problems backed up no Drano

famed and mixing potions.

luring me to the other side

siren of my dream

melody of a fiend

sirens come to our door

headboard caught a blaze

blue faces found our maze

teaming up-fazed out-catching the

more sink or swim

drowning-

drowning watching the ship taste the bottom

matching the sirens.

they know us by face

it’s just another case

calling me at work

singing our song

getting under my skin

turning my gears under my skin

floating through walls-fazed out

feeling glazed walking out krispy

and you’ll be waiting-

it won’t change- with time

age like talent on the road

besides you’ll be with me on the road

hang tight the ceiling is bound to glow

this dream will grow and bleed it’s a limited time

and a good time.

Fleeting is the seconds wasted lying in a booth

all to hear lies travel faster then the truth

hiding in the league drinking all the Vermouth

will sing carols to the sickly weak

breathing in the week

adding to the tablet too

a dream only met for two.

He pulled me aside

asked if I was married.

I did everything in my power to keep a straight face, and told him no.

He looked over to his wife and whispered to her across the room-

I wouldn’t be alive without that women. She winked at him-

sparkles under the light

(how did she know) like they were linked

physically was only a check mark

to their transcripts.

You got a girl like that, son?

I smiled and paused. One day, right?

The breath of the warrior staggered to thee pause.

Wisdom shared through years

of visual cues

and challenges of passion

life challenged.

The veteran finished his drink and walked out with his wife

a trail followed them out

little light bulbs and glitter.

Never more honest than when I am here

a pure goat climbing the mountain to see what’s at the top

and who will be there.

Madness will set you free

and I see the burning wheels in my hands

and in my nightmares

madness set me free

and rules will only serve as gentle reminders

that others wait to be unlocked.

You test me-

like a trial of physical endurance and

mental fortitude and I find solace

in your quest-

to run at your speed only for you to sprint

and curse the chaser.

Stand on a one a scream it’s a seven

to truly be a ten I needth to remove

our beraings and live by no chain.

Madness removed the walls

learning the place I exist in

like it or not, I’ll peel

and adapt

trapped no more in petty withholding

and I’ll take what I want

and you’ll join me at the top-

madness won’t let thy go anywhere

alone-.

You’ll be the constant ticking in my skull

transferred details of a human I once was

and now exist as two

as one.

These are your shoes I wear:

Fireworks shared near by

and these are your shoes on my feet

I never saw this for me

wife and family maybe

but you believed in me

and will toast to the sky

to let you down for an hour.

Tell me, am I doing this right?

The last of a dying breed

a chip on my shoulders

and the nightmares that follow

impossible to not see the red run down my palms

but I know you’d say

I have more to say

more to live- more to dream.

To love that pretty girl who drives me wild

to put on that White Coat and wear it proud

to give a second chance-

Our time is up- the night grew cold

will talk next year

same place same time I’ll be here.

 

am i real if you can see right through me

blink away the flashing lights

do you believe it? do you believe?

do you ever wonder

if this is all we could be-

we can raise our glasses

dancing on the ashes

as it burns.

is this Heaven?

or is this Hell?

’cause i can’t tell

what you’re showing me is real.

false mirrors leading straight down

like a broken record

telling me what i don’t need-

i don’t-

is this?

have you reached the point of no return

we can raise our glasses

dancing on the ashes

as it burns.

if this is Hell will dance and live

until Heaven

tells us is this enough.

is it enough- because i’ve had enough.

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.