good evening to the birds bringing music to my ear
alone with the sunset waiting for my shadows to appear
freezing but eager for the smoke from my breath
to accompany me from this point til my very death
such a relaxing realization brings a smile to my face
content lying all to myself, not willing to retrace
i can tell that my hands will eventually melt away
free to tiptoe away, to enjoy this beautiful day
the rain will pour down straight into my eyes
clearing my blurred vision, to help my realize
the true colours just beyond the horizon
past this point, where this thought had begun
i will transcend from this heavy frame of mind
to allow these aesthetic aspirations to intertwine
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
so real
i leaned in real close to see what was real
nothing left to hide, none to conceal
i thought i'd seen all of my efforts combined
left in the sun alone to unwind
with pages of words i wish i had said
ringing the alarm, ringing in my head
disorientation calming my constant shivers
floating whichever way this soft wind prefers
i'll follow this paradigm of distinct notions
so fearless in retrospect, so fluid in motions
but consumed by greed is this everyday consumer
folding his arms while the demons consume her
painting a portrait of the greatest achievement
the harder he thinks, the more he'll repent
casting dark shadows to coincide with the light
he is so thoughtful, he makes everything right
multiple meanings to this vague interpretation
but the same empty feeling with every translation
go higher, young dreamer with all your beliefs
up to where the sinners and peter will meet
nothing left to hide, none to conceal
i thought i'd seen all of my efforts combined
left in the sun alone to unwind
with pages of words i wish i had said
ringing the alarm, ringing in my head
disorientation calming my constant shivers
floating whichever way this soft wind prefers
i'll follow this paradigm of distinct notions
so fearless in retrospect, so fluid in motions
but consumed by greed is this everyday consumer
folding his arms while the demons consume her
painting a portrait of the greatest achievement
the harder he thinks, the more he'll repent
casting dark shadows to coincide with the light
he is so thoughtful, he makes everything right
multiple meanings to this vague interpretation
but the same empty feeling with every translation
go higher, young dreamer with all your beliefs
up to where the sinners and peter will meet
Monday, February 21, 2011
anything for you, my queen oh so blue
there is normal where these clocks are
spinning backwards when it's real bizarre
clutching at my roots to stay in place
stopping all breathing so i can retrace
back to the times when i jumped so far
many miles gone chasing the shiniest star
cuts and bruises consoled by smiles so wide
arms so sore because we tried and we tried
when i cried out, you caught all my tears
held me so close, fighting my many fears
dragged me from the dark into a misty light
said i would be alright, you were always right
entrancing moments are all i desire
deep in the soil but i can still go higher
moving along towards the promises i'll keep
spilling the world so the riches i can reap
it was all a dream i mapped out in my head
beautiful things brand new in my empty mouth unsaid
projected in my weary eyes, my very hopeful eyes
letting all the colours sink in and materialize
there are places where i long to be
lights to catch and sights to see
from city limits to the richest greens
mental images of the happiest scenes
ghosts to meet, acquaintances to seek
words to be understood, words we will speak
moving backwards but not finding anything bizarre
shouting with sincerity, wherever you are
spinning backwards when it's real bizarre
clutching at my roots to stay in place
stopping all breathing so i can retrace
back to the times when i jumped so far
many miles gone chasing the shiniest star
cuts and bruises consoled by smiles so wide
arms so sore because we tried and we tried
when i cried out, you caught all my tears
held me so close, fighting my many fears
dragged me from the dark into a misty light
said i would be alright, you were always right
entrancing moments are all i desire
deep in the soil but i can still go higher
moving along towards the promises i'll keep
spilling the world so the riches i can reap
it was all a dream i mapped out in my head
beautiful things brand new in my empty mouth unsaid
projected in my weary eyes, my very hopeful eyes
letting all the colours sink in and materialize
there are places where i long to be
lights to catch and sights to see
from city limits to the richest greens
mental images of the happiest scenes
ghosts to meet, acquaintances to seek
words to be understood, words we will speak
moving backwards but not finding anything bizarre
shouting with sincerity, wherever you are
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