the waltz

take your face out from behind your hands.
Let me see your eyes.
Let me listen to your secrets,
I'll let you tell me lies.

We are standing alone in this empty room.
No pictures on the dresser,
and a corner without a broom.
I'm hoping the wind will carry you to me,
I'm hoping this time we can run free.
Give me all your worries, and cry on my shoulder.

These walls and halls, miss the jovial faces.
The piano sits silently, hasn't made a sound in ages.
Outside on the patio, next to the bbq.
You were talking to me, and I was looking at you.

her wings

look up to the sky,
and see your angel.
she's smiling down at you,
in this wonderful arrangment.
she's all you'll ever need,
and you're all that she knows.

there's a strong wind outside,
and that's all she needs.
listen to the air, sail through the trees,
she's speaking your name.
it's late outside,
and cold beside the fire.
you feel half like yourself,
cold blood and no desire.
Your angel has lost her wings.

A thought for today

If you were a bee for a day, what would you do? Would you sting people, or fly around peacefully sucking on flowers for nurishment?

these ones are not...

a ballad of the soldier read aloud,
his chilling words froze over the crowd.
on his face, the scar of nights spent in the field.
while the fires melt the earth,
we wait for them to yield.
to the human spirit, a greater calling.
to the child unborn, all hope is falling.
he warned the people of blood's red in the sky.
he held the hands of the victims, set in their place to die.
they wanted better, they wanted more.
they wanted peace, and a life free from war.

You're DOA

So you came to the door DOA,
with a smile trapped on your face.
There was nothing we could do for you,
nameless, and helpless and fallen from grace.

The tag on your toe read,
she is mad and insane.
They could feel the hurricane,
rotating inside of your brain.

They tucked you in,
and slammed the morgue room door.
Witches and demons,
screamed too loud for you to ignore.

The first stage of your afterlife,
is complete.
They buried you next to the barn,
in a blue dress nice and neat.

cocktails on the moon...

what have you got to say?
You asked me then ran away.
Or can you even feel,
me and you and this is real.

Close your eyes for a second.
Then open them again.
Tell me what you see.
You saw your friends and flames,
in this life we lead, we're wasting away.

We'll burn as we fall from the surface of the moon.
The sun burns warmer, and there's killer flood water.
The old man burned alive in front of his daughter.
She watched with tears and silent screams.
Felt like a dream but this is real.

Stand on the side of the road one by four.
The nails are rusted in the frame of the door.
Getting to us like a secondary cancer.
There's nothing left, no path or chance here.