Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Milk and Cookies

Milk and cookies
are the classics caked on
to the stories unwraveled
during love's long yawn.

And we push on
through the times we write
our sweet summer songs,
and the dead of winter
when love's seemingly long gone.

But milk and cookies
remind us that loves never gone.
It's just a pause we feel, like a brief yawn
in the middle of a story
meant to soothe someone's anger
with all the world's wrongs.

And if the cookie crumbles
during the dip,
you'll find it at the bottom
after a few more sips.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Where The Song Belongs

I need to free the bird
its sweet song went unheard
it tried to sing the melody
now it can't wait for you to leave.

And it'll fly fly away,
might live life someday.
It'll lift me by my heart's strings
carry me while it sings, and swings those wings
with the rythm of reality,
the feeling of fatality.

So break, off
let the bags go drop
and don't bother worrying
about if it'll suddenly stop.

Because balloons all pop
and all diamonds cost a lot.
Some things just won't ever change
so don't get too hot.

But the bird's one word
it got stuck in my head
it said, "if you think bitter, makes better,
i'll tell you something else instead"

"the only truth in life, is that you're blood bleeds red,
anything more than that was purposefully left unsaid"

And if you believe in that,
you'll learn that life was begat
by the brain 'neath the skull cap
worn to cover whereat,
your dreams are all real.
You don't question how you feel
because this state of mind is inanely ideal.

It's where you'll fly fly away,
might live life someday.
It's where you can create,
and be great,
and be left to narrate,
what you want to happen
so you won't become irate.

But the bird's gone mad
beats it's wings so sad.
Because it never really had
what made it more than glad.

It loved flying on the wind
but the walls caved in.
It's got a song to give
but it got trapped within.

But don't fret, or fear,
For it'll fly fly away,
might live life someday.
I'm sure it wont stay,
And it'll all be ok.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Street Smart

I cut the ties, in my mind
drew up the draw bridge
that you used to drive by

You were too scared to cross it
I guess you thought you lost it
just the confidence, 'cause when the pain came
you winced.
You cried in, laughed out.
Out loud, and it seems now
that you're all about
being up, down
and going all around.

Well listen to me now
'cause I could tell you how
this life you live will get worse
if you keep calling without
knowing the voice
on the other line, on the other side
of the very thin line, that you crossed
when you toyed with mine.

I wish that I could say
it won't happen again,
but when I send,
false hopes, I tend to pretend
I feign and I fake. My heart's one mistake
is when it makes me take,
a second look when it creates
that love in my veins,
pumping into my brain,
so I could only the think of one way,
one game to play.
And if I win one day,
I just might say,
I'm sorry for ever having acted this way.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Might

lift up the light
can you handle that?

brighten the other side,
of the world
because the sun can't reach

chased out of sight
can you stay mad?

lighten the pillow,
on my bed
it's become heavy
beneath my head.

paint on the ceiling
write on the wall.
might we wish,
wish for it all.

pain on the ceiling
writhe on the wall.
our world's turned,
twisted, preparing the fall.

up the stairs
down to the roof
walked up my walls
then stood aloof

walked into the bathroom,
looked down at my feet
and in the mirror i saw
no one there besides me.

i picked up a bulb
it lit in my hand.
glowed in my eyes
i gave the command

so all the lights
on the dark side of the world
flicked on so bright,
and awakened that girl

she opened her eyes
got up out of bed,
grabbed hold of the light
and understood what i'd said.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Would You Wonder

The shadows took a saunter
crept they did, they have been.
Slowly they have wandered
right back into my mind.

I wonder when winter
will wind down the wind,
when it'll stop wasting my efforts
to preserve what's within.

Could you cry for me
but just this once.
It's been way too many
long dark months.

Snow in my mind
sleet in my eyes,
I couldn't confide
'cause the cold had clouded
it had disguised,
my heart's pounding,
against my skin stretched tight.

I wasn't trying to hide,
I never had lied.
But tonight, this night
part of me died.

Though could I remind you
of the memories we had,
and how last winter's weather
wasn't nearly this bad.

And how one last morning
might be all that we have.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Boomerang

Here and gone.
A year's not long.
One day at least,
belongs inside me.

Light left on.
Something's wrong.
You play with the switch,
as if I won't burn out.

Fury furrows my face.
Your grace, misplaced.
And softness surrounds
my heart's sweet embrace.

Lead me away,
from her heart wrenching games.
And please pave a way
to the sun lit place.
Where we wasted our days,
or so it seems now today.
Since the lovers have left,
or perhaps they've been delayed.

A year's not too long,
but here and forever is gone.
This dream has gone wrong,
but we still get along.

Find me I'll find you.
Can't hide the truth.
I see right inside you,
completely confused.