Imperfect

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

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

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

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

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