Dress Rehearsal

It was somewhat formal;
Our meeting, by the punch bowl.
You wanted nothing to do with the light
and the dance.
I had my nicest shoes on.

Glass after glass,
I'd pour your cup to it's brim.
It was just few drinks until
the ice would start to melt.

Now watered-down;
It was hard to find flavor.

But you were here for the punch.
I had my nicest shoes on.

Realistic

It's only when your streak comes to end that you can finally become human again.

Come quickly, leave swiftly

I used to come to watch you speak.
Everyday my seat got closer to the front;
enchanted, I would watch your lips make every word.

I found you in the hotel bar one night.
My seat got closer with every drink we shared;
and you would talk about me, and you would talk about you.

I came to watch you speak just once more,
I took the seat closest to the door.
I wonder what you talk about these days.

Trigger Fingers

Judas was here,
and he kissed you with his finger.
And I know you felt it.

What a petty place to be,
inside of rough drafts with your name on the title;
amazed at what will make us so proud.

God,
throw it away because the author did not intend for it to be read
and
it will continue forever without a purpose or an ending,
and characters will suffer from the penmanship he's fleeting.

Please put an end to the endings that left you at home;
kept away from blasphemy, and sitting alone.

Or just get tipsy with your god;
he will be there for you when your Judas is gone and...

hiding


from


you.

Pastor Tense

Lately, I've been working on a musical project with a close friend. It's been sort of my task to come up with the lyrics for the songs. Here's the most recent one I've written...

Was it the fields that we plowed or the fields you were grown, that raised you from so little, a child on her fathers favorite throne? And he swore to the sun the day that you bloomed to do everything he could to make you honest and true. To give the wind a reason to blow, to take you from the ground and to your real home..

Make me a man, the way I made you. If the world is a lie, then you are my truth. You curse the rotten devil in all that you do. Keep to my chest, and I'll keep to you.


We stood at the fields where the world lost its shine, and you looked at your father right between the eyes, "what happened to your wings?" the grown man cries, and you looked so calm with your simple reply.. "I don't use them for flying, I just keep them disguised". And the devil he smiled as you let him in your side, you're just one among the others who keep their feet to their sides.

The day that it broke, nothing changed at all, not the setting or seasons or seconds on your clock. the wind blew the same way, right through your tired face and your feet just stayed grounded, right where you thought you'd be.

Green

I woke up;
looked for all the lights that I know.
You were not home.
You haven't been ever since you up and left.

I went to bed;
Unraveled the sheets and
turned off all of the lights that I know.
I was not home.
I have not been since I up and left.

Everybody Recycles

Once upon a time I met her.
We said "hello" like everybody does.

But goddamn, she was so special to me.
So beautiful you almost had to look twice;

I know I certainly looked
several more times as if to check to

make sure she was real.
Her smile was so genuine,

the kind of smile that
made you feel so warm that you somehow
just forgot the sensation of cold had ever existed.

And style?
Yeah, she had style.

Just the type of style you were
looking for,

no matter who you are. Her personality,
it glowed, it

enchanted, and it amazed.

She was all around stunning.
A knockout,
in every form of the word.


I'm still not sure when we met, but it had of
been in the summer, she smelled just like summer.

Just the other day we said "good-bye".
I hope I never see her again.