Golden Hour

We play like children holding hands in a circle.
We watch the leaves find their way from end to beginning.
We know their dance along the back drop of golden hour.
I watch you watching.
I notice you noticing...
This is the end.
Summer dreams just beyond the stretch of ones hand.

Sometimes our eyes meet and I wish to read your mind,
but the senses are weak and I shy to the barrier of thought.
Sometimes the curiosity of our finger tips
searches the lines on the palms of our hands.
I learn the way you are learning.
I know what you begin knowing...
This is the end.
All at once the tears empty out my head.

The darkness spins with the guardians of the night,
billions of lights dancing in the sky.
The golden hour greeted the moon.
I fear you are fearing.
I miss what you will miss.
This is the end.
I wait for our beginning.

Home

The waves crash slowly towards home.
A journey from their explosion on the rocks to your skin.
I brush off the powder white sand that you attracted from earth.
and notice the way of attraction in my dreams.
It holds the pending love in your eyes,
the smile that burns in a distant memory.

I have often spoken between the lines of this memory
of a place I can claim: your arms, my home.
The way that we have known each other's eyes,
sitting across a room feeling a gaze brush my skin.
For the longer portion of my life I've been bound to my dreams,
with your hand in mine, my captor will be brought to this earth.

A phantom touch in reality and a paradise on earth;
The moments lying in the grass wish to be more than memory.
Lingering a softness on the pillow in my dreams
traveling so far only to find that I was home.
My longing aches in my fingertips waiting to touch your skin,
I cannot hold much strength unless I glance away from your eyes.

That hold of minutes to years in your eyes.
A song heard only beyond this earth.
I am ashamed to know the depressions of my skin,
but I cannot evade this memory.
Where can these feet wander once they have found home,
how can they leave behind such beautiful dreams.

It is only a luxury for those who dream,
for one who knows the moments hiding in front of their eyes,
in your deepest darkest thoughts you will feel safe at home.
Breaking the restraints from this shallow earth,
love will become much more a memory.
Hold the weight of kiss against your skin.

Now peel off the barriers of such tormented skin.
Keeping the sigh of an Astronomer's dream
against your skull which resonates a familiar memory,
the kind you feel when we meet eyes.
The way we float above this earth
in our secret place called home.

Railway

You're not from around here are you?
Unfamiliar with oblivian...
Yet you knew my name and my story.
and that is more than i can say for them.

Which way is home, to the right or left.
I can help you find your way.
But I most warn you not to fall asleep
you'll end up like them someday.

That star is mine, which one is home?
It's easy to pretend they're all the same.
We must be lucky to have found eachother.
You and Me, We're We. We're Tame.

Season 4

I placed the necklace in Harmony's hand, and I asked
her keep til I returned. Once before I met her touch
but had forgotten what I'd learned. She kept black string
weaved in her palms with fingers tightened and discerned.
I met my love at a winter picnic to the sound of broken word.

The time that vanished beneath her eyes, have sworn the
beginnings of goodbyes. The moon once warned of our demise,
but I walked my course with a world so turned. The necklace
seemed heavy on her neck, I hope the lights will take it back.
With our memories less intact we'll watch the stars all fade to black.
As the photographs and palm read maps flood the fire's burn.

On the edge of the summer's lake, I try to take a breath
from the worn out alabaster box. Carrying the celtic symbols
of trust and the journey's we once crossed. I throw the rocks
to skip the surface of this so called life. That I might have found
her song written in the frame of night, and the rings we weren't
wearing and the love we weren't swearing. But we are bound.
Before there was anything to learn.

By the dawn we were meant to see the mornings call from the
balcony in a paradise they were destined to fall with a wind's
brush through a broken fern. The summer stayed, the summer gone.
The tides attempt at prevailing song. As Harmony's hand waits
for the return of our love in a new universe.

The sound of Broken Word.

Lullaby of the Homesick.

With her head on his shoulder, she's off to sleep.
From the very ends of the road there's a whisper of "goodnight",
Truthfully, the mystery lies with the man dressed in black.
Hiding behind his distance to humanity, he writes a confession.
The words pour from the pen and set out the blood of where he's been,
it's a long time line to where he wants to be now.

In a traveling room full of breathing corpses
he can't understand why he's the only one awake
watching the wheat pass by on this route to self discovery.
He wants to run through those fields but is separate from this world by a glass shield.
And if he stands, he will awaken her. He will awaken himself.
So he will remain guarding their mobile grave site.
"Older Brother, Shining Knight, Protector"
A redundancy to his biography.

Filing through the pages of a journal that seems empty in its completion,
he can hear her heart beat, even from a distance he imagines it's inflection.
A rhythm that is unique. Just like her eyes and just like her lips.
Just like the kiss so beyond a dream.
As he wonders and waits for the moon to show a sign.
He finds one on the road, that says he's finally home.
And soon he will return to the middle of nowhere.
but once upon a time begins every fairy tale.
Happily ever after is far off, but will be found.
Until than upon a time there was once.

Roses

There are crimes left to commit.
You and I
an anxiety attack waiting to happen.
Breathe through this one, I think we may just pull through.
If not, falling short has never been a problem for me in the past.
My life expectancy is low anyhow...
Making my nose bend out of shape.
One always has trouble to stop and smell the roses
when ones nasal passages are slammed shut.

You always forget to take notes
so I might as well say it again:
I don't expect much of my life
and if the record must show anything
to prove your violent case of the "mondays",
or blatant evidence of disregard for any sort of emotional connection,
I would like to repeat again into the microphone
how I'm sitting alone in the dark pretending to know what to say to you.

Why should I even bother:
Because i would like to know the fragrance of a rose again...

scrape the sky

standing underneath your moonlit shadows
beyond your reach a joke of starlight
nonexistent to any people you call home
the words, their lipless tongueless masses
jumbled in the windows channel with
the empty song of tonight

are you breathing?
can i call you alive?
you've got a heartbeat
that's much like mine...
but you're so different. to me.

a guardian without the strains of heaven
you won't come knocking at my door
if i'm not around tomorrow, the streets took me home
judging by the date and time, you're feeling so left out
do you care who i am?
my dear, do you know yourself?

are you breathing?
can i call you alive?
you've got a heartbeat
that's much like mine...
but you're so different.

the rain washes away your faces
brightly colored faces without a source
to realize their is nothing to assume
about the menacing stature your hold beneath you head
maybe when your dead i won't feel safe to be myself
unless you scrape away the sky.

are you breathing?
can i call you alive?
you've got a heartbeat
that's much like mine...
darling scrape away the sky.

Where the sun is the rain.

Another season brushes away it's weary leaves
to lay a blanket, weaved from frozen white
and I still can't blink my weary eyes
until you take the intrigue from the sky.
I stand here alone, times by choice, times by fault;
watch the cars who employ to captivate: spring to summer, summer to fall.
I stand unchanging to face the inevitable winds
that blew the birds from the sight of it all.

It's tragic and it's true to watch the stars that remain
like I, a restless minstrel, who wishes he could change.
There's a place where i can be, where the sun is the rain,
and i want to live there.

The weeks and the months through a cadence of rush
seemed determined to patch the holes in the sky,
The words splash on the ground, puddles of loss
like paint on a canvas takes the tear from ones eye.
I wish i had words like the breath that you stole
to show you the uncertainty, concern, and your heart.
The inexorable doubt is the best to explain;
All artist will lie about the brilliance of art.

It's tragic and it's true to watch the stars that remain
like I, a restless minstrel, who wishes he could change.
There's a place where i can be, where the sun is the rain,
and i want to live there.

There's always a catch, a bit of a somber twist
i've held back for longer but i cannot resist.
It's real for me, no longer the id
for your freudian guidance that doesn't exist.
I am you, and you are me...
but if this us came together there's no stone to set.
We'd wage war in our hearts and set fire to the present
if only this remained this, but right became left.

It's tragic and it's true to watch the stars that remain
like I, a restless minstrel, who wishes he could change.
There's a place where i can be, where the sun is the rain,
and i want to live there... no more.

Ghost Knots

you don't seem to write me anymore
you never knew how much that meant
to lay down your road map
and help me find home
your arms they cannot hold me anymore
you never knew how much that meant
to be my bright red jacket
and help me find warmth

so what am i without you
standing all alone
your eyes have been closed
i wonder if you've grown

you don't seem to kiss me anymore
you never knew how much that meant
to be my perfect angel
a promise left unkept
you won't have a chance to tell me anymore
to tell me what it meant
but i know if you could find me now
you'd help me get back home.

so what am i without you
standing all alone
your eyes have been closed so long
that i wonder if you've grown
i know you're watching over
i don't know where, i don't know why
but i can feel you making home
a ghostly finger knots with mine

Pushed of a Cliff.

You may be just a sinner,
looking for the perfect weaponry disposal.
Hiding all the sticks and stones
somewhere beneath my breaking bones.
You figure out how to dissect me
in a laboratory tray.
We weren't meant to ever bend
we weren't meant to ever break.
I watch you to see if you'll burry me alive
but you cannot when you fear that i may return the smile.
We both have the murder weapons feeding from our black hands
but our hearts and minds are pure and that is how we're meant.
silently i make a choice
silently i count the possibilities.
Silent so you can't here me.
It would kill us both to know.

Changes

A comeback
The retro self-sick attack from the 80's
with a twist of lime.
A little kick...
maybe two.
Making the old familiar touch
into a new hold.
Reversing what turned
in our stomachs,
in our heads,
in the neighbor's poor excuse for a garden.
Pick the tulips - Plant the Daisies
but do not believe that it is a different yard.
The same soil,
The same location,
the same can of "Dew", just a better taste...
assuming you let your pallet adjust to these new sensations,
letting the colors mix.
Together we can paint a colorful path to walk down.
Da Vinci has a notebook
of many things unseen.
His attempts at a Starry Night
made it all the more beautiful.
Painting, Planting, or momentary Passion (possibly lifelong)
it all takes Patients.

My Box.

You remember it from that look they gave you,
That disappointment reinforcing you to your box.
Often times the one you would ride down the staircase,
the bump of each step hurt a little bit it was safer than being with them.
Nobody looks you in the eye anymore,
at age three you broke their trust... at age five it still remains in pieces,
but we have every intention of fixing it... tomorrow,
or the next day.
Maybe you can't belong, you've been nothing but honest.
Maybe they can only trust you when they shouldn't.
It's all apart of the silly human desire to consume every bit of tragedy.
To destroy something honest in true in their eyes, in their hearts...
I am not meant for this world.
I have too much love...
and nobody can comprehend that for some reason.
So I'm turning my box into a rocket ship, and I'm not coming back.

Rest, Assured

I find it hard standing close to the blonde vents of distress.
I'm not meant for the furnace, cause it all seems worthless
when it comes to the loveless dance that you're oh so proud of
I'm never going to let my heart be tangled up in you
I don't want to mean anything to you.

I never tried when you were looking, but i'm trying all the time
that's why i'm under hear without a wink or a smile.
but thank those coaches for driving here.
This way i won't get to close
I'm a smaller element of you.

Rest assured that i'm not coming home
Rest your head, Rest your Head
So when i look up to the stars
and pretend they brought us
I can remember how my imagination always brings me down
I can see you standing
at the end, over me, over my.
I told you not to come here, let me rest in pieces

I've never felt a hand more cold and clammy before
it's a shame that i'm a sucker for the lifeless
Can you keep me from choking on my own stories
cause i don't want to be here
it's a shame i'm put here with you

Rest assured that i'm not coming home
Rest your head, Rest your Head
So when i look up to the stars
and pretend they brought us here
i can remember how my imagination always brings me down
I can see you standing here
at the end, over me, over my.
I told you not to come here, let me rest in pieces

if i wake up than i'll claw my way out
it'd be a bloody mess if i stopped dreaming
i'm trying to sing the phrases i used to
but it's difficult to sing when you're not breathing

Rest assured that i'm not coming home
Rest your head, Rest your Head
So when i look up to the stars
and leave those suits in black that carried me
I can remember that i have an imagination of what's up there
when you're standing here
at the end, over me, over my, over me, over my, over me, over my...
with the murder weapon that left me in pieces.
Rest Assured That i'm gone.

I'm just too Small

Why do I write these words down, If they do not benefit to this world.
And better yet, If you hold my hand, Where do we fit in this universe
And How come everytime i feel important
I feel so small to the stars above
How come everytime i tell you what you mean to me
you forget all about my love

I remember trying to save you from drowning, a sea of blue, no land in sight
But i pulled you into my loving arms so you could have something in the night
How come everytime we come so far
we fall short of the finish line
How come everytime i forget about you
I have to see your eyes

I'm just too small
I'm just too small

The creatures on my left hand, have a different view from the ones on my right
They do not know the other exists but the go on with their pathetic lives
How would they act if they knew eachother
and how nothing happens when we're done
How do they feel living in my skin
knowing they can't change who i've become.

They're just too small
They're just too small

Maybe someday i'll know just who i am
I will know that the world is coming to an end
Not just the world but all the things i can't find
All the things i've hear about that leave me behind

We're just too small
We're just too small

We need eachother.

Under the Oak Tree (rewritten as a song)

We seemed to stay quiet about those moments under the oak tree,
but I know it was not the branches that had sworn us to secrecy,
It was a seed planted by our own wicked minds, and a guilty conscience...
and for no reason, because it's branches never harmed us.

The leaves fall there every winter,
and on the branches, snow,
but it always melts away in the spring
and our hearts they always grow.

Damn you for digging your fangs in our soil sucking the life out of this very spot.
Our dreams under the oak tree still hide but the reality does not.
It was our fault for leaving and now we can never learn
because It's shade is for another love, a love we never were.

The leaves fall there every winter,
and on the branches, snow,
but it always melts away in the spring
and our hearts they always grow.

Tomorrow Can you come Home?
Tomorrow Can you come Home?
To sit under the oak tree...

Drawing Lines

Standing in front of us was a fear we've all over come,
but we had defeated it.
Only on the outside,
With matters of the heart it's only on the outside,
Standing right down the line from me was a dream
and i repeated it over and over again.
Watching the most honest part of me die.
I missed out on being genuine and now I'm locked outside
of a life that i've watched so closely.

Studying how they built the time machine
to be so far ahead of me,
It drove me nuts to see the pavement flesh
that i'd have to walk up and down to get there

and I'm not worth you fucking time
i'll draw the line
but this time you have to cross.

It's hard to believe things are not the same.
It maybe luck or it could be love.
When we lie that's the only way.
I'll apologize but it won't mean the day.
to you apologetics are for romantics
who can't spell decay.

If i get closer to you
your eyes would glaze over like a doll
your skin of porcelain would seem more like nothing at all
and i'd much rather be alone with my mind
than take your deadlike fingers.


and I'm not worth your fucking time
i'll draw the line
but this time you have to cross.

I can't hide from something i admire
It's time to be a liar
to wait my turn
If you want me you'll come back
it will throw me off track
because I love you.

I love you.


and I'm not worth your fucking time
i'll draw the line
but this time you have to cross.

and I'm not worth your fucking time
i'll draw the line
but this time you have to cross.

always have.

Humans Simplified (Stolen)

There's only so many ways to tell you
But if you'd take your head phones off
You'd hear more than denial
In many styles and fashions.
Our catelog could contain something new

I'm speaking to the one in charge
for the over the counterclockwise pills
you've been hiding, i know,
i'm spying on you again.
So much for being friends.

But hush hush and our worlds will be together
These hearts of ours endure all kinds of whether
or the whether not
it's up to us if we should ever tie the
not the way things used to be,
our lives and lies combined
let's be something were not used to
just humans simplified

couldn't you me there hiding
all the masks from you grasp
while i'm gasping for air
tryin to pretend i know just who you are

sometime we break things we don't intend to buy
i'm guilty of this too
and sometime we forget our worth
when it's stolen and it's blue


But hush hush and our worlds will be together
These hearts of ours endure all kinds of whether
or the whether not
it's up to us if we should ever tie the
not the way things used to be,
our lives and lies combined
let's be something were not used to
just humans simplified


The truth is I've wanted something for longer than i'd hope.
You broke me cause i was useless, but now i'm useless cause i'm broke.
the best thing left to say is good riddance and goodbye
nobody communicates.
the way we used to...
the love we used to...
know.



But hush hush and our worlds will be together
These hearts of ours endure all kinds of whether
or the whether not
it's up to us if we should ever tie the
not the way things used to be,
our lives and lies combined
let's be something were not used to
just humans simplified

Finding My Way Home.

I've been listening to the patterns that my feet make
a steady beat across the pavement
when i concentrate i can still here it over the loud hum of traffic.
I like walking, that's something i've learned about myself
but there's still a long way to go before i find my way home.

I keep hearing the things i've said, those words make
a steady beat, and it's like the pavement
doesn't exist under my feet anymore. There simply too much traffic
in my head. I'm spinning trying to forgive myself
for the things that i did, the place i wrecked, a place i called home.

And I'm just trying to beat the sun to my house, something that makes
me feel like i have a goal. Making my own pavement
on a path that I must learn to walk. Somewhere i cannot hear the traffic,
somewhere that i don't feel sorry for myself
I'm finding myself.
I'm finding my way home and I'm sorry,
I'm sorry that i was never good at giving you directions.

Find Our Way Home

I feel like i'm the only one left waiting
for something to save the day
I'm hearing the kind of things i don't want
and I'm drowning in my misery

The days were colder when we parted
we fell asleep in eachothers arms
do you remember what you wore that friday?
do you remember who you said you are?

I feel like i'm the only one left waiting
for something to come and save the day
I'm watching the time and you limps ramble on
Waiting for my reflection to go away

I knew it from that moment on
but i still won't regret the past
We were starring in an empty mirror
It was 7 years when i broke the glass

I feel like i'm the only one left waiting
for something to come and save the day
I'm still waiting for your arms to catch me
I'm still hoping that some way
we'll find our way home
and we won't have to worry about tomorrow
Yes, we'll find our way home
into eachothers
We'll find home

I feel like i'm the only one left waiting

By My Side

I sit here waiting, sometimes
praying for change. Either closing
my mind or opening the same
pages. Over and over again my
reflection abandons me, but my shadow
stays by my side, it's cool shade of dark
always hanging by my side.

The breeze often flows, not through, by my side,
but i can never feel it's inspiration. Except sometimes
when I'm tangled in the thick anticipation, closing
the cellar door. Good Night, tomorrow will not wake the same.
But if you knot your left hand through the fingers of my
right hand, you'll never live in shadow.
I'll carry you from the dark.

It's hard to tell the daylight from the dark,
Laying blinded on your floor, curled dying on my side.
Everything you said means nothing, but there are sometimes
when i get tangled in your love. Closing
the cellar door behind us. For tonight we breathe the same.
But when change does not occur i cannot feel my
heart beating, and my empty lungs hide in It's shadow.

hanging over the dark i know to well.

Sometimes i feel that no one will stand by my side.

Good Night my Love. Until tomorrow i must sit her waiting.