Her Again

there are truths in the world
little spheres of undiscovered sympathy
encased in empty mystery
we find them here and there
and from time to time they reach out
they bring peace to those that understand the word
and chaos to those who don’t
a bird flies into a spider’s web
a spider dies in a owl’s nest
on and on the circle flows
a ring of misfortune for the favoured bold
i sit up in my chair of thought
you glare at me from the couch you bought
we are lost in our lives
lost in the temptations that we have created
a pulse soars through the night
your light is there too
what is the truth in this moment
in this version that we forever hated
back and forth the hours go
they listen as we let them know
they feel our endings as they form
we’re out of time
livid oxidation is now the norm
you sip your strain of hellish black
as i watch your hair flow over your shoulder
over the right window of your soul
your ears and the neck of your nape
you are breathless and i am your unfathomable escape
apples to plowshares and back into the glare
i look at you
your death lingers
this is not about you anymore sweet symphony
no serenity
we awaken to the wake you have brought
into our wake
i am asleep though
the light in my room went out when you did
hello new year
a goodbye to the gone
farewell sweet innocence
i give you up now to the red swan

Mist on the Mirror

you are the story I tell
to the walls and the wisdom
in hell
there are tulips ready and waiting
for the funerals that we end up hating
the rivers we live in
the cries of yesterday
the fuel to the fires we breathe in
it will all go away
soon enough
there will only be dust
there will only be leftovers
from the ashes of society
well then
in the dead we trust
in the black barrens of religion
and lust
we tumble down into tragedy
trembling with fear and misfortune
you see it clearly now don’t you
you sack of wine
you bumbling fool
you are the cause for concern
have done it all
you are cruel
and yet I know
your reasons are mine
you are the line I mark
between hell and high heaven
mythical wonderments that do not live
they are not real
to you I give it all
all the world and monsters within
all the rules we’ve broken again
all this time
you knew it was me
and you broke it anyway
the ghost on the table
the chess set of rose petals
blissfully unaware of the death that you share
you drove straight into darkness
lost control of the pedals
and gave it all away
it was you sweet lunatic
we bathe in the madness of yesteryear
wanting more
finding less
to give ourselves
so that we may live on in lunacy
these are the stories we live
the boredom we give
the wisdom, the truth
they are nothing
a shiv
in the sides of our forebears
wonderment rose up and fell
say goodbye today
because all stories fade away

Nect Projext

they quietly stare and sit while we violently
pick a pair
the monsters they move and rust as the constables cook the just
unjust unjustly mister custer couldn’t care as the fallen belong to him
the callers they will not cringe at the ghostly notorious toasty wonders
meet the misery and other blunders the earth men are responsible
they are reason for constant stumbling
bumbling tumbling fools with bellies of rumbling too
all of them wondering what is cool
to wish the blind eye on all the deaf hearing
the cause and effect cannot be sharing or caring
tornadoes effect the blissfully unaware and those that want answers
they sit and they wash their hair
they comb the chaos out of it not knowing they’re part of it
not knowing the reasons that we are what we be
that the hidden lie in wait for their fluency
in death and market prices galore, in wall street whimsy and fallacy encore
broken telephone to those that lay in zone
out sourcing their dreams to bidders with beams
architecture or not you’re the one that they want
they’re the wolf in bear’s clothing not versa not showing
not knowing we know the core is visible
not knowing that we the faint of heart are invisible
truth be told i am deaf to your listening
you wish to be heard whispering as the world falls
words to your reasoning i am the taste to your seasoning
the strawberry fun day to your gun control
one day we’ll weep for your torrent of torment
the men willfully sow the truth as we leap with a lament
a current to flow from the clouds in the sky
to the walkways of copia
dystopian euphoria to blind us again
a winner you think while your dinner is pink
while your bidder lies in green to throw slavery at the screen
he knows the rule is short so be truthful now
we know the weddings were worked to show the majesty’s clean
cut the camera rope that noose is a a wishful joke
we’ve seen the answers in lies of our own
so please go ahead
plant the micros in our bones