maybe tomorrow won't be different, but you still must find out.

On, on, on, on,
'til days cannot seize you.
How, how, how, how,
a razor deceives you.
Cross pain's haunted sea,
take one last breath and suffocate in a delusion.
On fire you burn for me.

In all your thinking
you did not plan for this,
and now you lie and bleed
thinking you did the right thing,
made the right move, made the right choice.
Inside you scream out, "take me now! while the pain is good."

Cross pain's haunted sea,
take one last breath and suffocate in a delusion.
On fire you burn for me.

believe

have you seen the way you look?
do you believe the lies they're telling you?
we've been apart for some time now;
I haven't seen you for awhile now.
Still, I don't know how to tell you,
or even if I should try to;
I haven't grown how you're growing,
and I don't know where you're going.
But now that I've come to realize
that you and I have the same eyes,
don't even try to convince me.
I've done my share of convincing.
if I turn my back on you now,
and I turn my head for my lifetime,
maybe you'll grow, maybe not.
might as well give up- why not?

death before devotion

Life as seen through wandering eyes:
mists of evil fill the breeze...
they breathe in deep the morning's cries
to spread their hatred through the seas.
If, by chance, their fate appear
to them in sudden fashion,
will time enough they have
to understand what they have done?

just now has passed

...and she crawled up onto my lap, so young, so sweet, and she lay her head on my arm, and I put my arm around her chest and my hand on her belly, and held her while she fell instantly asleep. And I thought to myself, "I can't save you. I deceive you by allowing you to feel safe, by helping you feel protected and loved. But I can't save you." And she was warm, and I felt her heart beat inside her ribs, and I felt enormous care and awe at the intense peace of the moment. And I held her while she slept.

in dreams of a child

spawn subsides
slumber presides in state of mind
not far behind
rare journeys lay
arisen they
unlock a world
star-studded and pearled
or distant and wild
in dreams of a child

hate yourself...

...and the world will hate right along with you.

the moon whispers as we slowly say goodnight
brief encounters are all - I go on
talking points are mute
existing to exist in twist of stargaze this maze
impossible to resist for once I'm in I'm in
or am I, I never can tell
when or where swell my emotional heart
in time a rhythm in rhythm with this
my compilation of moments keeps time all its own
unaffected, uneffected but a part of it all...
always. I go on