Just Me And You

Just Me And You

I lift my arms while the wind’s force reckons through, did you sleep while I dreamt away from you?

There isn’t a place so safe while the clouds rage on, do you see me fade till the sun is gone?

And I worry, that there is none, when your tears taste so bitter, the touch of my tongue.

Feel me break away, darkness swoons, petals fall, seeds begin again, the night rages on, do you fear the sun, is the black our tomb, the flower coldly blooms.

It’s not safe while the winds rage on, all these years, where has the time gone?

And you look at me, when there’s something left to breathe, just hold me, it’s a place where dread causally weaves.

It pushes through the clouds, I said it’ll pass, but the clouds cover my eyes, it’ll always last.

I feel it rage on, you know I’m gone.

Is it what you always hold, do I fear that cold?

Fools and Grace

Fools and Grace

Fools and Grace
Skylights are the only thing keeping me high, running with fools and drunken cowards by the river side.

I don’t notice my life changing in a blink, waves swallow me as my body slowly sinks.

We are the falling stars that’ll crumble to dust against a wall, drying up into specks of waste when we hear a moral call.

Drapes of life lay me on the riverbed, alone, unnoticed by the ones who grind their heavy bones.

Breaths of salvation kiss my lips, my back bleeds from their earthly whips.

Lungs turned to stone and fire, the arenas cheer while swords rip my flesh, the nods of buyers.

Fed to the starving giant called depression, brimstone cracks while crosses echo their cryptic sessions.

A light doesn’t matter if I cannot hear the call, banging my fists against iron bars of a steel wall.

Save me from the inner pain of sin, are you the one destined of David’s kin?

Strapped and torn while the crows pick my brain, the hangman severs my neck to end the pain.

Where I read and sing, people slowly follow, knowing I cannot be worthy is a drink I can hardly swallow.

Watch the stars fall from grace, each condemned lash breaks against my face.

This home of black rock burns a flame, were we fools who wish they could make a change?

The swords and grins behead all who kneel, loss of life rotates like a cycling wheel.

I am not worth this heavenly deed, axes chop away the tree while rain buries its seed.

Bloodied hands and feet lay twisted, dragging me towards hell, he insisted.

Wait, my dear father I am sorry, hands corral my feet to stand against death’s army.

Words in mouth and warmth at hand, slay my body but weep when I kiss your sandals on the sand.

Pierce my flesh with steel and metal points, crack the bones and rip them from my joints.

My tears water the ground while goodness spreads, the tree now mightier than what the doubtful said.

I am but a servant weary and starved, heads and souls witness the love that’s been carved.

I have said what must be sung, the night covers the day while I am quietly hung.

Family do not be sad of how I came to end, all believers die when he descends.

His Lies

His Lies

Don’t be naive under constant gazes, breaking oaths while relationships pass through their stages.

Naive, so naive.

String tied on a little black bird’s wing, sweet words he spoke until they sting.

Oh, the hardest part is that I believe,
Hoping he holds me, but footsteps always leave.

Constant sleep.
Countless stars are miles away.
I am so sorry, so broken.

Locked within his colored eyes, lips mutter while my ears listen to the lies.

Just cheap excuses laying out inside my mind, tears blur the sight of what I want to find.

Is there nothing left while I make my bed, little moments, forgetful thoughts of what he said.

Don’t look away from the truthful lies, read the story played out inside my eyes.

Droplet Nights

Droplet Nights

Droplet Nights
Don’t cry yourself to sleep during the night.

Listen to my heart beats kiss your mind.

Please don’t cry here, what upsets you my dear?

Anything that I might have done, like a pale blue moon blocking out the sun?

I can’t hear your tears at all, another weary problem while each drop continually falls.

Like a sound muted by the ear, my arms fall, her undoubted fear.

Oh, do I even know why?

We could mean anything at all to you.

When will she come around?

Dark shades linger on her bedposts, anxiety in her eyes while she quietly chokes.

Like a dog in a cage
A twig in a flame.
A rock in a lake.

There’s no reason to believe I don’t love you, and I just want to know if we can be the only two?

Don’t cry yourself to sleep at night.

This could reveal anything.

There’s a sigh but can she say the problem?

Keep me grounded in her self antics.

Was there another lover who gave everything, she’s the one searching for answers in anything.

Is she okay?
So silent.
So quiet.
So muffled.

I’m wrapped in your eyes, can’t you see I’ve unraveled darker lies?

Is there nothing anymore?
We are like an empty sky.
Denied by the clouds.
Hidden from the stars.

Look into the words that I’ve let in, she can’t understand that this breaks me within.

Parts and gaps of her complex emotion, her whispers of love float out onto this misty ocean.

I’ve never been here for you is what I’ll say, this won’t make sense but I’ll understand better by the day.

She’s just scared.
Shorted air.
Defying care.

The thoughts and dreams collect my mind, going to look away in and out of weary time.

We will never be the same.
I will never be the same.

Crying herself to sleep at night.

I do love you but what’s the point of rejection, she tears while denying casted affection.

Drowning in a black cloud, enclosing our lives in a shroud.

I will never listen to what they say.

I am looking into those eyes, pale moon, nostalgia of refused, lovers swoon.

Dropping my head, of what she said.

Cry yourself to sleep at night.

Jane’s Letter

Jane’s Letter

Jane’s Letter
Sweet dear, I’ve always thought of you.

I press inked pen against paper of white.
Spilling hearted truths that wrap my weary mind.
Stamped and sent away for your eyes to hopefully read.
And all I feel
And all I sense
And all I know

Is that I love you.

Mr. Blueskies

Mr. Blueskies

Mr. Blueskies
I am but a man with a simple wish, I want to believe that my love melts her with a kiss.

Sitting at an airport that carries silhouettes away, my eyes are wet, thinking upon yesterday.

I was sitting there.
Holding a card just for you.
Oh dear, you’re somebody I knew.
Our table holds black coffee stains.
My insides shook like a storm.
Hold out my heart dear, it crumbles like a stone.

And when I left that doorway to go, she had my bags packed, darling is it so?

Rain beats down on my brown Panama hat, drinking the moist air as common sense lingers on her doormat.

Was I the one worth leaving?
Tell me love why?
Plane tickets show distance.
You said where you go I follow.
Guess there’s something better.
Don’t eat away the truth while you build up the lies.

Humming noises of the metal bird, but I look back to utter one last word.

This room is blank as I suddenly appear at a shop it seems, hard swift scents of coffee beans.

My mind is tired from the traveling altitudes, hazy breaths as I envision altered moods.
My name I cannot recall.
A sky is over me and below my feet.
Close the shop door and see.
She’s gone and I’ve lost all of me.
People walking by, ghosts of conversation.

I look down then up to see why it’s wet, clouds cover the days as each one sets.

Please turn around.
Hold my warm heart.
Muffled calls as I still hold your card.
Written for her delicate loving eyes.
Tattered strings wrap the paper.
Why did this happen to me?
Goodbye it seems.
You said we are the ones with everything.

I know why the plane carries people away and flies, I remember my name, water colored, Mr. Blueskies.

Bloodied Skies

Bloodied Skies

Bloodied Skies:
We all know what lies beneath our wooden beds, the sun dims as skies turn violent red.

Whisper in my ear, follow child for it’s a task of dread, can’t you see I listen but disobey upon what you said.

Close your eyes.
Follow my quiet sighs.
Is it truth or religious lies?

Don’t close your eyes as we walk on water, this ocean wave listens to the man called King and Father.

But under sea level I stare for the angst delivers, don’t call to me, I am bow, useless without the quiver.

Can you dear man see our skies turn bloodied red?

The walkable sea drowns those who sleep in anxious beds.

I thirst for acceptance as you offer calming peace, the one beneath wishes we all step down, violently cease.

Here me speak upon how you once gave lambs spiritual hope, now their uncertain ideology hangs from where we hung our ropes.

I am but a human.
Men and the bones of Women.
Red skies and changing seas.
Truths or Lies, Love or Sin.
I’ll step on water my dear friend.