soulless piece of machinery caressing my heart

a gust of violet tears
trample your latest thought
moisture descends upon your lips
flower melts upon your scent
grave figure points toward exit
silent mother extends her hand
steps that match make one sound
echo has no friend to love

The entire idea of the internet bothers me. This isn't real. This is just a collection of words that is ever-expanding the longer this sentence gets. Is this really me? Or is this actually my brain concentrated? At it's most focused? Delivering uninterrupted thoughts, language spewing out of me. Directly into your brain through this brilliant .... what is the internet anyway? I don't know how this stuff works but bravo.

Anyway, this may be an actual blog or it may not. I know that people i know may actually be reading this, so I will mask myself up as I always have so well, and say "work is fine. life is fine. I'm working hard. That is all"

A master of disguise
And as I speak the words they change
Forming pictures less deranged
Much less so than what I say
A brighter day's a night away
We sleep away the darker notes
Major keys and minor throats
Singing songs that break a heart
Fast as they can break apart
Years may pass before your eye
Has a chance to cry it's cries
To the skies without an answer
Clouds that dance without a dancer
And as they pass the body stills
What it cannot save it kills
Puts away as much as known
A smile that was never shown
Only feigned, and always fake
My very birth I must forsake
For as much cheer as I can act
There is too much my life has lacked

i wish your ears
would hear what i hear
the explosions, the murder
followed by a billion births
screaming off a cliff
diving into every ocean at once
and planting my lips on the moon
i wish your ears could hear the ecstacy
contact with eyes of every color
higher with every breath i take
i wish your ears could hear
every voice on earth at once
i wish your eyes could see
how far away i've been taken
come be with me

evening prayer

you remind me of a day long gone
a song i can't remember how to sing
i'll write a memoir across fragile bone
reminiscing the intensity of youth
you laugh, little boy
you laugh yourself to sleep
when you dream you only scream
you lack the love you need
you crawled home with love poems in tow
they set fire to the memory you held dear
tonight when you dream, they paint the nightmare
plant the morning's seed, the horror disappears

a melody on the breeze

silent on the side as i wait my turn to come
shall i burn inside the sun or on the wall?
your hand is near my heart and i can't think how to breathe
will i fall apart or float upon the breeze?

distance has a way of making everything so small
i can't imagine the pain you keep away
will it find us in the dark? will our hiding spot be strong?
just how long can we last this far apart?

compliments of air, precious little star
how i wonder just what it is you are
if the winds be true, may we catch this evening sky
fly further than the night and say goodbye

Something Worth Nothing

I practice politicians
Pre-spoken sentiments
Pre-broken but expensive silent instruments
Something that is worth nothing
Can't escape the skin you break
Can't give back what you've taken
Give me a break

The killer's in my living room
A monster's in my living room
He watches me while I watch TV

Cash craving broken promise
Crazed muggers in disguise
Lies, cheating, words misleading in suits and ties
A noble liquidation
A sorry with a smile
The art of masturbation always in style

There's a killer in my living room
The creature in my living room
It watches me while I watch TV

confidence crisis

when my train pulled out of station
the track derailed
gotta find a new way to believe
anything goes where i want it to be
keep my head above
rain coming from below
it may be time to call quits
but i got so much more to show
i'll find a brand new way to love