Hyperdreams

A strobe-light sun rests in front of me,
Tricking my escape-artist eyes into believing,
That the obvious is never too close.
It's not like I planned for this.
It's not like I took aside God and asked him why.
Troubles given is time lost,
But when the glassy bubbles of my dignity,
Drift and pop,
You steal away the wand that built them.
My blind, ambiguous hands cling with deathly grip,
To the burning trees.
They look like candles flickering in the gusts.
Flashy embers start and stutter in my view,
Through a solar shiver.
It's not like I planned for this.
It's not like I understand what's right or wrong to say.
Tempers flaring,
Overbearing pressure to get a grip.
The bubbly drip slicks the floor,
Just timing my next slip.
But space between the then and now is twisted,
Out of place.
It's not like I control my dreams.
It's not like I pick and choose who lives and dies for real.
Look away and towards the sun,
Which taunts with dancing glam.
I am singed flesh,
But I am marrow and bone,
Like you.

Rime or Reason

I'm so sorry if I crossed a line.
Sometimes I don't know why,
I open my mouth.
I'm so sorry,
I'm so serious.
How could I know myself,
If I don't understand anyone else?

Ooooh, tell me once but don't tell me twice.
Tell me everyday till I read your mind.
Ohhhh, I wish you wouldn't say anything at all.
I wish I never knew you,
I wish I never knew your name,
Or your face.

I'm so sorry that I took the time,
To melt the crusting rime,
Around your frame.
I'm so sorry that I waited,
For you to change it.
To change the way that you felt about me.

Ooooh, tell me once but don't dare tell me twice.
Tell me everyday till I can read your mind.
Ohhhh, I wish you wouldn't say anything at all.
I wish I never knew you,
I wish I never knew your name,
Or your face.

I'm so sorry if I crossed a line.
Sometimes I trust a lie,
And just don't know it.
I'm so sorry,
I'm not furious.
I don't understand why I can stay a friend,
And not hate the past.

Her Vessels

Do my thoughts spill to fill,
Or does the filling seek to spill?
The panic stricken strain enters the bloodstream.
That merciless thud,
Oh, the echoing thud,
Of all the anguish manifested.
I tear down the plaster,
Rip my fist from the walls,
But only in the deepest of depths,
Of all sanity,
Do I let my release soar freely.

Damn that pencil, that pen, that tracing of lines.
It drowns out the sound, oh, it drowns out the sound.
I can't keep myself from listening,
I can't help myself to safety,
But the silky, white paper sits alone - impatiently.
Pop the top and scourge the sop for the liquid.
That unseen stream of livelihood.
As the pain presses down in shaking vernacular,
I scream the cries of each vessel.

Do my thoughts spill to fill,
Or does the filling seek to spill?
Answers left unquestioned by the THUD!
Oh, how the thud fills all space,
Between the ends of my hair,
And my sullen, sour face.
It is that THUD,
That smack upon flesh,
That wings me to the high.
And as I sit to die,
I realize,
That the sun,
Will rise,
Again.

Blank Inside

Only fools fall for lovers with claws,
And I was the meek definition,
Of a foolhardy pursuer.
Our downcast eyelids flitting,
And flitting,
And flitting,
With apprehension once unknown.
An unrequited limerence that shines,
Through my own constricted motions.
And if I am meek,
If I am silly-tired and weak,
A box full of all your "get well" cards,
And "just because" blank-inside creases of sheets,
With green destiny lingering inside,
Will not override my foolish nature.
I am a salad bar of poor life decisions.
I am a looking glass sentiment,
And it is not my words or actions which condemn me.
Why, it is my tinted aura and tainted mannerisms,
That sentence me to solitude.
Only I would fall for the minotaur,
When I so surely struggled with lions.
But as the ticking tock of the time passes by,
The energy dissipates.
The electric passion of a mutual connection,
Shatters into new freckles on our shoulders.
And as the frightened, mild friend I am,
I shyly slink away.

361 Degrees

I laugh in the face of the past
And soon it will be you with your limbs in a cast
Wrapped tightly in mummy-blessed throws
I feel that I'm so far above from this hole

Yes, I clap in sync with your yelps
And soon it will be you who is crying for help
Breaking free of this fantasy land
I need not know exactly where I stand

But the look in your eyes bleeds through
And now I'm trying to reach for you
A breach in walls is not hard to do
Slipping further is the truth
It's so hard to keep things right
When you speak with seething spite
I can't bring myself to fight
With that loving look in your eyes

And now I know myself well enough to see
I've traveled 361 degrees

I speak softly to the face of a stone
And soon it will be me that's only flesh and bone
You sip me straight from your tea cup
So that you can taste all of my fuck ups

But the look in your eyes bleeds through
And now I'm trying to reach for you
A breach in walls is not hard to do
Slipping further is the truth
It's so hard to keep things right
When you speak with seething spite
I can't bring myself to fight
With that loving look in your eyes

And yes I know there's nothing left
But still I seek a change of heart
Even as my mind's bereft
I can tell I'm back at the start
And I hate the way you grin
As I falter to speak my view
It all just spins and spins and spins
Why am I reaching out for you?

And now I know myself well enough to see
I've traveled 361 degrees