Seashell

When it’s silent in my room minus the whirl of the fan
I think of my head on your stomach, as oxygen comes in and out
Like waves crashing back and forth into the shore,
Coming from a seashell

World Worn by War

She made life a series of unusual ordeals
Since disappointment can be quite a life style
There were mistakes made,
That started with the word maybe,
She made many bad deals

One day she came home,
To the ruin of a world worn by war
Never noticing the difference
“It is only after we have lost everything,
That we are free to do anything”
Well, maybe it is time she bought
Instead of sold

La Le De Dah

La le de dah
I’m the truth singing bird
That cannot cope with the changing of the seasons
La le de dah
I cannot fly away

The truth is
It is always the same
You pull me in
Then push me away
And I am here waiting for it again.

La le de dah
I sing
La le de dah
I must go away

Are you aware you are failing at your own game?
Are you aware your words have deflated?
Are you aware, you have flown away?

La le de dah
Again la le

Tuesday

I’m not afraid of losing you,
I’m afraid of letting go and not letting things effect me
I’m afraid of nothing happening and nothing becoming a routine
I’m afraid of Tuesday

I’m not afraid of losing you
You’ve not here, you’re gone, and never were
You bother me with the fact things aren’t here, and they should be, they might be, they’re NOT.
I’m afraid of Tuesday

I’m not afraid of losing you
Because there is nothing within you to lose
Besides the fear in your soul
There is no reason I should fear losing your fear
On a Tuesday

I’m not afraid of losing you
Because I don’t need your fear or your regrets, because I know them all
I’m not afraid of losing you,
I’m afraid of the fear of Tuesday

I’m not afraid of losing you
I’m afraid that all my looking within myself for self improvement is pointless
If I don’t have that and don’t have anything, anyone, any idea or point,
It becomes Tuesday

Waiting, Wanting, Needing

Waiting,
Wanting,
Needing,
for an easy break

Desire,
Demands,
Devours,
all of who we are

Weapons,
Warriors,
Witches,
are all that remains
of a spoiled love,
that could send a million war ships
if it was not for

Waiting,
Wanting,
Needing

Together

There are places I go to that remind me of what could have been
“I wouldn’t be here if we were together”
Then I feel bad because I think
“My love is too tiny to hold us together”

These days I moil through the weeks
Doing better, but still upset
“Our lives do not fit together”

So I go to these places
To try to remember how things were before we met
Then I find only discontent
Since I was never wanting to be here to begin with.

Smiling

It hurts too much to look back,
so the words have been taken from me
So today I decided to look back,
to put myself in a fake misery.
While looking back,
I see things that bring me joy,
friends that mean much more,
and I am ok,
and I am not crying,
because not in one of those photos was he smiling.

Too

There is not much left of my black and blue
To no surprise to anyone but myself
Maybe I try to burn too bright
For a love that may try to be too much

American Made Sovereignty

You can buy your religion
as a Jesus fish,
in america
If your religion,
is just your community,
or if you care how people think about you

These desires
and dreams
are American Made,
but we do not question them

You can be sold by mass media
to further your education,
for a false sense of security,
without any idea what you want

These desires,
and dreams
are American Made,
but we start to question them

I searched for love,
I searched for meaning,
I searched for understanding,
in all the wrong places

I'm American Made,
but I'm claiming my sovereignty

Trying

After all the years of trying to force love
The one least likely came
After a short while you left
Leaving my world in chaos

You opened the gates to
possibilities I had cut off
And when you left
Made me feel the need
To cut off more then I did before

Awake at Night

Awake at night
I dream of things to come
Mere hours, near hours
Dreams of sour crepes

Awake at night
I cannot fall asleep
There are ticking clocks
Grandfather clocks
Driving me insane

Awake at night
There are times I fall asleep,
with a lack of feeling whole
These days now are the same old.
Until the next soul

Lover's Refrain

Look at me fliritng with danger
and putting my hand in the fire
I am going to be burned with desire
There is bliss,
and there is pain,
Though these days they are all one
and the same

Oh this lover's refrain,
Don't use my love as a weapon against me
So lover's
please refrain

Look how fucked up I am
These are my wounds,
These are my scars
I'll give you my best,
While you give me your worst

Oh lover's refrain,
You used my love as a weapon against me,
So lovers shall refrain

Sanity Seas

She looks away from sanity seas
Crumbling bits of would be diamonds
Failing to see, sea shells
There is a lack of timing

The seaweed has wrapped itself around the fortress
She can not swim, stuck in seclusion
Nothing is coming in.

Right

This is not the right time,
the right time now.
This is not where I am supposed to be,
or what I should be thinking

This is the right thought,
in the right moment,
This is the right movements,
all at the right time.

Daily Pains and Plans

The daily pains,
of everyday,
haunt and move,
the empty halls of my
inner workings.

The daily plans
of moving past
yesterday
even though there is no yesterday,
I feel I should be able to recall

So I plan my pain,
in little boxes,
in written pages,
and filled out sheets.
That way there is something to show,
something to gain,
besides this pain.

Ocean Friend

There is a friend of mine who swims at the bottom of the ocean,
Sometimes I even want to join him,
What little it means to him
but means to me,
to be encompassed by the sea

To lose all control
of the sails
piece by piece
of myself
of my world
of everything
and fall apart