[ I am the man who has seen affliction, because of the rod of his wrath. He has driven me and made me walk in darkness and not in light. Surely against me he has turned his hand repeatedly all the day. He has caused my flesh and my skin to waste away, he has broken my bones, he has besieged me and encompassed me with bitterness and hardship. In dark places he has made me dwell, like those who have long been dead. ]

 

Sharp Tongues Cut Their Own Throats

Sharp Tongues Cut Their Own Throats

 

Running Away From Home

Mirror Mirror

Forward.
You'll never walk this way with backwards features
with your toes at the heal...

You always come back for more - for this staring race.
Your eyes are red, black, and course as the oil stained pavement after a car crash,
And your tears tell me at least one was killed.
And you plead forgiveness for what you have done wrong.
You have eyes in the back of your head, but none in the front.

It's time to go, but your chained to yesterdays ankle.
Your bracelet makes a fashionable mistake for those who try to take you with them
like you'll fold into a suitcase, yet you can't even touch your toes.
Like a buffet you always comeback for more,
Even though your already full.

With the hair out of your eyes you'll see someday.
The day you smile reaches back to mine
You'll know when your facing the right way.

You'll Fall With Your Back To Front

Stare into my eyes as if the colors were the sunrise standing up on two broken feet,
Watching the water overcome my dreams as if it was leaking from the surface underneath.
Fill these cracks with the original white cream before the rest of the world sees me like this.

They say similar eyes?

I don't see me in you tonight.

Map-Quest

I cried. Shame.

Nothing ever seems to show.
Why can’t I be like the rest of you
so I can know what hurts and what heals
(the difference between) what I see and what’s real?
When I rest it’s upon a bed of nails
and I’m bleeding.

Follow

I’ll fall to my knees when my feet are taken out from beneath me.
I pray to God only to hear the silence between an elderly man and his ghost.
The runway lights-blown out, the control tower-boarded up and burnt down.

What do I follow?

 

My Time Is Now

You can’t force this, it’s out of your hands.
Not all wounds can be healed with Neosporin.
You can’t make it rain or make the sunshine come out again.
Sit back, relax, because I’m gonna be alright.

My Time Is Now

You can’t stop it, you can’t give the command.
You can’t hear it? It screams like sirens.
Am I the only one who can’t stop his mind?
The only one who can’t heal in time?

Sometimes I want to die because it will never be alright.

 

Treading Water

It’s nothing new.
It’s been dark, but it’s never been black.
There’s always been that shed of light in the past.
I’m nothing short of being sure.

After all that I’ve found, it’s real.
Get something for nothing.

These words circulate in my brain.
Last year I was digging my own grave.
But I’m not getting in.

You can drown but the light will keep you awake.

 

Fall Weather

Time goes by, things wither and die.
You can stop the clock, but you can’t stop the sun.
The leaves' colors change, but the tree stays the same.
Watch us all fall down, Watch us all fall down.

Weak indeed, our bodies crack and bleed.
Will these seasons ever end?

Will it ever be the same?
Why can’t things be the same?
Why do seasons change, why do the leaves fall again?
Will it ever be the same?
Things will never be the same.
The leaves cringe under the wings of this season’s cold wind.

The sun starts to set, the moon starts to rise.
You can’t hide from the night, you can’t hide from the sky.
You can’t escape the light, you just can’t close your eyes.
You have to realize, You have to realize.

Weak indeed our bodies crack and bleed.
These seasons never end.

Fall Weather Never Ends.

On Eagles Wings

Why must we pray when the vultures are circling?
Another day lifting up on the songs we sing.
The road has been paved, the steps laid in concrete.
Get out of my way, there’s a casket waiting for me.

The songs they sing don’t answer me, only remind me why my heart bleeds.
Their voices, they cling to me, even in my sleep they seize me.

The bird’s songs sing.
Can you hear them scream?
The echoes of sorrows don’t comfort me.

The future can’t be changed.
Words written in stone can never be erased.

I don’t think I can ever sleep without hearing the songs that haunt in me.
And I don’t think I can ever sleep without hearing the songs I choose to keep.