You can’t tell me how you feel
But motions do reveal
I know there’s something more
My world with red days so surreal
Cannot help but deal
But without you I am lost
Fervently holding on to you
Imperfect but calling out to you
There’s no place...none other
I never ever can believe
The heavens can relieve
An angel for a goblin
But still, like life’s reasons can’t conceal
Like the heart can’t help but feel
Someone like you I found
Fervently holding on to you
Imperfect but calling out to you
There’s no place...none other
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Ray Gun
Golden afternoon sun I could recall
Busy street down your porch I could see them all
The TV calls with my favorite channel on
Shadows from your window on your bed they dance upon
Can I stop the clock from ticking away
Hoping to have chains strong enough to pin down the day
To stay forever in your warm embrace
Under your spell…a wonderful daze
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Shooting Star
Songs like time machines
Bring you back
Lightyears down your universe
Spinning down the wormholes
Whirling up vortices
Like a wind inside a letterbox
It scatters correspondences
Drenching sentences into blots
That collapse into a supermass of thought
Pulsing and gyrating
And exploding into nothingness
Like songs like time machines
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Control
The lights blink fast when you know you’re losing control
Seatbelts like stoplights fade away
Like street maps and road flares
Hazy lights beckon you when you know you’ve lost control
Gray looks like a wonderful color when you know you’re losing control
Twilights never looked so brighter
Midnights never looked so youthful
When dreams tell you that you’re not in control
Seatbelts like stoplights fade away
Like street maps and road flares
Hazy lights beckon you when you know you’ve lost control
Gray looks like a wonderful color when you know you’re losing control
Twilights never looked so brighter
Midnights never looked so youthful
When dreams tell you that you’re not in control
Rattlesnakes and scorpions smile when you know you’re losing control
Cold becomes colder
As the lights become brighter
Reason won't show when you know you’ve lost control
Cold becomes colder
As the lights become brighter
Reason won't show when you know you’ve lost control
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