My memories fell,
pieces of pottery
scattered around me,
shards cut my hands.
but.
blood just means my heart still beats
driving through the midnight streets
to songs I've never heard
the wind so strong
my windows shake,
and I must pay for my mistakes.
torn away, soul from body
I'm lost and far, far away,
colors I've never seen
figures from my dreams
drawn in the sky,
and the stars, like chandeliers,
go sweeping by
the air is thick,
I feel the weight
and I must pay for my mistakes.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
titanic heart
Wild boy, freedom's spin
Music written on your skin
I've seen the shipwrecks
In your eyes
I've seen the pain
Of compromise
Don't run up the white flag,
Close the door.
Leave me on the kitchen floor
Lost boy, titanic heart
Where did all your sorrow start?
Music written on your skin
I've seen the shipwrecks
In your eyes
I've seen the pain
Of compromise
Don't run up the white flag,
Close the door.
Leave me on the kitchen floor
Lost boy, titanic heart
Where did all your sorrow start?
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Re(evolution)
Every day I grow braver,
each moment brings me closer,
to the heat
from the fire in your eyes
when I first saw you,
all the tumbling digits
within me
fell into place.
I opened wide
I did not wait for you with patience
I sought you with
calculated determination
like a heat seeking missile.
I frightened myself
This isn't quiet love
Not wine and candlelight
But bonfires and firefights
(Explosions in the sky)
each moment brings me closer,
to the heat
from the fire in your eyes
when I first saw you,
all the tumbling digits
within me
fell into place.
I opened wide
I did not wait for you with patience
I sought you with
calculated determination
like a heat seeking missile.
I frightened myself
This isn't quiet love
Not wine and candlelight
But bonfires and firefights
(Explosions in the sky)
Friday, November 8, 2013
Kingdom come
pulled in a thousand directions
taunt tight-rope
toss and tumble.
Every teacher at my school
every song, every book
save a sacred few
screams at me that God is dead
hope is gone, and truth isn't true
your kingdom come
your will be done
in this burned out,
cynical world
for you surpass the
weak understanding of man
and the foolish philosophies
of the bitter-hearted
but I know:
I need you
your kingdom come
your will be done
amidst my conflict and confusion
you're a map in the wild
lamp in the dark
roof over my head
boots on my feet
money in my pocket
for a cup of tea
you warm my bones
fill me to overflow
in every cell of my body,
your kingdom come
in every word, in every thought,
your will be done.
taunt tight-rope
toss and tumble.
Every teacher at my school
every song, every book
save a sacred few
screams at me that God is dead
hope is gone, and truth isn't true
your kingdom come
your will be done
in this burned out,
cynical world
for you surpass the
weak understanding of man
and the foolish philosophies
of the bitter-hearted
but I know:
I need you
your kingdom come
your will be done
amidst my conflict and confusion
you're a map in the wild
lamp in the dark
roof over my head
boots on my feet
money in my pocket
for a cup of tea
you warm my bones
fill me to overflow
in every cell of my body,
your kingdom come
in every word, in every thought,
your will be done.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Sudden gold and barricades
in some moments of clarity,
light, fire and sudden gold,
I'm fearlessly certain
(and certainly fearless)
lenses focus- sharp image
cold fog lifts, swept away
and I can see the mountain ranges
underneath the brilliant sky,
blinking like a newborn
in the light
life vibrates within me
but today I feel the heavy clouds
press, nothing to arrest my doubts
rainfall, and old walls
barricade my heart
I wish you were here
we would laugh at disaster
never running from a fight
finding adventure
breathing the danger
vibrating with life.
light, fire and sudden gold,
I'm fearlessly certain
(and certainly fearless)
lenses focus- sharp image
cold fog lifts, swept away
and I can see the mountain ranges
underneath the brilliant sky,
blinking like a newborn
in the light
life vibrates within me
but today I feel the heavy clouds
press, nothing to arrest my doubts
rainfall, and old walls
barricade my heart
I wish you were here
we would laugh at disaster
never running from a fight
finding adventure
breathing the danger
vibrating with life.
Friday, August 2, 2013
the truth will set you free but it might hurt.
All I have is truth
(and it won't be still)
it seethes and breathes
within me
in a most unsettling way
and you are walking
quite slow towards tomorrow
(It's not wrong to be afraid)
but my name isn't Comfort,
(sorry)
my eyes are not gray.
My presence is a gunshot
stampede startle.
I don't know how to soothe and
smooth away
Some days,
I hardly feel human.
I'm compelled and pressed
squeezing my chest
are the words I try to withhold
all I am is honesty,
bright blue sparks in the electric evening
sunset out of sight
(and it won't be still)
it seethes and breathes
within me
in a most unsettling way
and you are walking
quite slow towards tomorrow
(It's not wrong to be afraid)
but my name isn't Comfort,
(sorry)
my eyes are not gray.
My presence is a gunshot
stampede startle.
I don't know how to soothe and
smooth away
Some days,
I hardly feel human.
I'm compelled and pressed
squeezing my chest
are the words I try to withhold
all I am is honesty,
bright blue sparks in the electric evening
sunset out of sight
Saturday, July 20, 2013
wash
Torn up and wadded
worn from overuse
these thoughts are antiquity
Wash me
my palms
underneath the universe
my shoulders ache
the sorrow of knowledge
the bitter weight
Wash me
drums in the Temples
pound in my temples
heartache from religion
headache from philosophy
Wash me
turn the tide
of snowballing cynicism
turn the tide
sweep me out to sea
wash me like a newborn
in the saltwater
I've seen oceans in your eyes
I know you can
turn the tide
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