Hid away

the yellow room

cold concrete

sun won’t talk with the moon today

The stars still hide

Because they saw your face

eyes still burn

Looking in

Cold hearted devil…

Overcast, my soul

My strength just turns away

Ash in my lung

Coals on my tongue

Walk me to the end of the road

Where we buried letters

all of our secrets

The dirt crumbles

Dry in your hands

I still keep them

And our names

And what we do

Just fades…

Remember me

Morning youth

I wake up to the morning sky

Foggy

Overcast

Thick

Of memory

Grey and lit with shadows

Overcast dreams

Nightmares

Of wrong and write

I see the light

And tell myself everything is O.K.

Get up

Come on up

Didn’t they tell you

History is written

Remembered

By those who win?

These fading chords

Bleeding ink

Words on paper

Are just tomorrow’s memory

Did you read between the lines?

The love letters in the margins?

“Will you remember me?”

“Not like I used to…”

Come on up

The cards have been dealt

I pour my tea

I sit and write

Here inside

The morning light….

Birth Pains

She says she’s ready to move now

She says she feels like she’s suffocating in this town

She says the whole world is coming down

How big is it to you now?

Is it larger than this here and now?

There is a place in the world

For the angry young woman

just like the place for the angry young man

We both will grow old being miss understood

And we will both pass rage

And fall into different points of view

What did you leave behind

What did you really reach for?

Touched by your honesty

Moved by your authenticity

Pushed by your energy

Stretch

Get up off the floor

Grow

The ink turns to blood

The sky is filled with pain

Let your strength spread its wings and take over

Shape shifter

Another day begins

You’re already wore down

And all the headlines say

It’s all coming down

Here comes an opening

They’re going to make a scene

Hold your breath

It’s anything but clean

Here at the butchers floor

Born from blood after all of this time

(They’ll cut your tongue and sell it to you if you give them time)

I don’t want to see it

I don’t know that we will make it

Stop feeding it

And everyone knows

What everyone knows

We’ve already seen the big scene

It’s gone from the east side

To the west side

The south made a banner out of it

And before we can say anything about it

It’s playing behind us – with praise

The daylight won’t wash your sins away

The ride of your life

How will we look back on it?

Will you silence it?

Will you censor it?

Will you ignore it?

How will we evolve from it?

The daylight breaks the lies

Inside the skies

And the rain will fall

Make good art

In the middle of it

Make good art

When your love is about to fall

Make good art

In the middle of the pain

Make good art

Make your art

And rise above these times

What have we won

If we only breathe

The same lines….

Seasons of Wither

Hard sky

Come on and guide us

this season is over

Drink liquid Novocain

It’s only

For the pain

said she was ready to give you the finger

Can’t figure it out

What we’re all about

The back of her mind

Your changing your faces all of the ti-

You’ll get yours in good time

Bring us to the water

Baptize us in fire

Where does our sins go in seasons of wither ?

Whatever happened to the sound when the nail hits?

Born from the front of the line

The fuss

The cuss

Teach us to slither

Teach us to wither

It’s harvest season behind her eyes

And all and all

It’s about time

The end of time

Oh but I’ve bought mine

Made it on my own

We’re all out of –

Buy me more –

She gave the world the finger

Going in

Coming out

What’s the fuss all about

Figured it out

Just as we we’re going out

Put the stones away

She’s figured you out

And maybe we’re all out

Of –

Can’t buy me –

Teach me to slither

Baptize me in fire

Bring us to water

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