Intersections

She's becoming all I wanted
Almost more than I can bare
A Table that's set by two
Fated to be for more
Walking the roads I stumble
Along the paths I planned
Answering questions for me
without a word or sound
Shes always in my mindseye
So I will wait by the wayside
Where truest hearts triumph
sometimes alone but never idle

See Like your dream

I drove too far

To see the light in the window

Wherever you shine

I would call home

When we were dancing on the roof

It was all like a dream

We've been drinking

They've all been thinking now

It's not as real as it seems

But  I'm hard to figure out

I'm hardly here

I'm harder to Love

She screams at the stars

To the night through the window

Voices carry too far

Calling to her alone

Body naked and scarred

With every blow beauty trembles

Bleeds from the heart

Cuts me to the bone

We've been dancing on the roof

It's my favorite dream

No one is drinking

And we're all thinking that

Its not as real as it seems

Its not hard to figure out

When you're here

There's light and there's Love

escaped to the sun

Im not Afraid Anymore

Your Just A Face To me

My Eyes Can see Beyond the door

Now I believe

Life will beat us

Take all of the little pieces

It's all a game for you

Pretend Jesus

No Cross, Barely Bleeding

Cant wait for a sign from you

My father, Say it, Save Me

Myself From Me Alone

Bending, Slowly, Breaking

Burned Capturing The sun

Burned up and Im not alone

Life will beat us

Take all of the little pieces

It's all a game to you

Pretend Jesus

No Cross, Barely Bleeding

Cant wait for a sign from you

Good as gone

The Ghost wont live Here Anymore

Escaped to the sun

Last Exit Now closed For everyone

You cant lead us

I know It's hard to be just

A man who paid his dues 

You're a Pretend Jesus

No Cross, Barely Bleeding

Cant wait for a sign from you

Life will beat us

Send all of the little pieces

Back to the sun for you

Pretend Jesus

No Cross, Barely Bleeding

Cant wait for a sign from you

Escaped to The sun

Escaped to The sun

Escaped to The sun with you

Transformation adoration retaliation incantation manifestation

Words lost in the jetstream. Slow demise of the prom queen. Console the wild child with a million reasons to run. Poke at the little shell with room just for one.  Reality of self constructed loathing.  Just like a lamb in wolfs clothing. Beaten, downward, stretched always and too thin. Begin again. Save the love for those who arent cowards, blessed are the minutes in the hours. Squandered, wasted, thrown into the wind, fear of the day that must begin. Easier to live in the eyes of those with no power. With a word or two, somewhere some hour...........  Transformation adoration retaliation incantation manifestation.

My Mirror

I dont want the money or the fame or the plastic girls. I would rather find my wisdom in intangible pearls. The smile of the girls and the touch of my lover. In the eyes of the child and the warmth of the mother. Salvation lies in the kind words of strangers. Realization cries with a sigh heard by angels. They hover and tend even when we weep, caress and soothe our tired eyes to sleep. Lullabye sweet dreamers, dont give up your fight. Pray and know that day breaks the darkest depths of night. Soar on the wings of reprieve whilst you sleep. Take solace in the joy and things that make you weep. Sometimes you steal and then beg that you'll be pardoned. At least you can feel lest not your heart be hardened....And you live! and you fight! and you stand! and you fall! Rise again my dreamer, my dancer, sweetest love of them all.  

Unknown

My tears herald the rain, a piece of me falling again. Hit the ground and break apart. Let it flow and bathe the heart. Carry a thought across the streets and over the rooftops to wherever she roams.  We are all spirits in the wind.

We wait for night

Sing to me sweet owl in flight when the night releases us. I will find my way to the purest snow capped bough to meet you. By day I go hunting, searching, clawing. Always to return. Alive and still hungry. Blood stained crimson hands washed clean by the water that flows between us. You call to me between the trees where only I can see. A feathery down of stars cloaked around your body and mine. Our nakedness is pure, it resembles the nature of our hearts. As you guide my willing hands to life again, you scream; the joy of soaring will lift us. It is in you as I am. Always and unchanged by flights of fancy or machines of men. You soar in my eyes until I can see only light. Sing to me sweet owl in flight.     

Fearful leaders

Cowards came looking for a fight last night. Running into walls so they would have bruises to support the stories. Afraid to really lay it down, strong words their only punches. Thrown weakly and they dont have any reach. Quick to run. They cannot stand on this ground, it is sacred, not for them to tread upon. A shadowy pack of liars and lies cloaked in anger held close to the heart of their fearful leader. Barely a ghost but transparent enough to see through. Why are you here? Who are you people? Walk on.

55 blocks. So close and still far away. At night I run there, in my mind and on the hard ground of the city streets. Unforgiving to my once tired legs, this is love, it is tough and unrelenting but accepted with ease once you decide to get moving. I have to get there. Back to where I can be free, running without fear. Heart racing too, from a touch, a smile, marathons of words and bodies in motion.
I run for us both, becoming stronger and hard, not calloused. She taught me to do this but then I had to learn it again alone and as I physically dissappear I regain part of myself. Absorbing the impact of the world in my own two feet and letting it flow through my veins, pumping, screaming only to be dissolved by my heart with one single thought. 55 blocks is my destination.