etching

Beauty lingers as love remains

In the eye of the enchanted

Watching the snow fall around you

I am envious of the air by your side.

I rest my head against

The glass bubble surrounding you

Though we cannot hear each other clearly

I feel as if our old souls

Will recognize.

I scatter the ashes of my preconceived notions

Prior juvenile trifling

In the consciousness expanding depths

Of two souls union

Bridging the gap

The separation between halves

I hope to see you there on the other side

where the sun lays with the moon

all 5 shots at once

you spoke like scripture
the scope was so self centered
i just want to hit my own low
so i dont have to remember
the stupid choices i cant help but make

like shows on an old tv
my life is grainy from being rerun
im talking but youre not listening
you're busy carving a grave out of this rut

so i left and went to sit by the street
sick of fighting my own sickness
all the wrong things i say
you gave me so many chances
i just throw them all away..


you call falling from the ground
telling me im heading in the wrong direction
its an answer i never expected
to hear you sigh
it gets me every time...
im heading in the wrong direction

a week later im on my way out
and im fighting a friend
theres all different kinds of punishment
the universe doesn’t always keep it even
so sometimes you have to balance it

tried to steal a boat
I sunk it instead
I tried to write a letter
Then I ripped it to shreds
I woke up in the morning
Cant remember what I said

But the hurt look in your eyes
tells me it was bad
I obviously never knew
How to keep that cruel side from you
And again im heading in the wrong direction

train of thought, non-edited

my dad is blind in one eye

his retina detached

for no apparent reason at all

not that I can really know

I don’t trust anyone

Because of you

I think it’s a trick

Somehow

Im not even talking to you

And I think youre trying to trick me

What does that say about the fucked up nature of our relationship?

My head has so many gaps in it

I may never really know

Just what it was like

To be your son

Can I just get over this on my own?

Never forgive, never truly remember

The specifics of your crimes

And this frayed recollection

Would you use it against me?

I don’t know if I could trust you if I tried

Are you the reason I get so angry?

When people get away

Without responsibility for their actions?

Are you why I think everyone has to pay?

never compromise

Grande delusions wont let me be

Secluded and deluded, but still I dream

I partner with the patterns of destiny

Narrow passages that mean everything

Keeping my fidelity...

Omens of change are blowing

Impoverished souls hunger for a new view

Explicit sensations rise in revolt

While Valid suggestions are left untold

Waging a war in the name of love

Keep as best you can your fidelity...

for the people peddeling themselves

Crumble Towers in their wave

(These are thoughts about artists and maintaining artistic integrity. In our world, as more and more information becomes available, the quality is deluded and honesty is often lost. In essense its about being true to yourself, and that applies to all aspects of love and life.)