where are you looking?

in a garden sorely missed
we relish memories that we still kiss
and the stains from our unecessary deeds
are for which the Lamb still bleeds
"simple, easy, take it slow"
but our bodies control and we say no
you speak in parables
and show us the terribles
we resolutely cover our ears
from the truths attacking our fears
for the one day you will return
maybe, just maybe, my heart will again burn
and i try to describe the indefineable
with shook up words and rhymeables
but the truth is, i'm looking at eternity
and i see you. can you see me?

you're not driving, why grip the wheel?

translucent lines, my feet do find;
tightrope trips to favor.
for years i've kept a statues balance
and centuries still left to savor.
the spirits and smiles so close to my heart,
keep me falling through the net.
and yet still do i seek to find
dissappointment and regret
forget my words, i lied to you
my voice as recorded as their breaths
the lack of strength to lift up my hand
when i can collapse like the rest.

before the cliffs, there was

standing at the edge of a decision
once made will change my entire life
the cliff seems steep and the waves below
are equally filled with hope and strife.
the ebb and flow like clockwork
their presence stronger than mine
what chance do i have to resist this force
with such elegantly disasterous design
perhaps i'll stay and wait it out
the ocean might give up, right?
i do not know, but i hope for the best;
for things beyond my sight.

speakerbox

i'll sing for you, anything,
but there is one tune that's on my tongue.
my voice may crack, or break altogether,
but i mean every word i've sung.
and as long as i've got air in my lungs
and my heart keeps the beat
i'll belt til you can hear me clear
ringing from the streets.

the run

on the run from reality, without money or sanity
not knowing where we would find our next meal
the flowers were fake, and the ring just a toy
but everything that we needed was real
since then, you've grown a beard and laugh lines
and i never tire of the smile on your face
with all the bruises of life, i take one look in your eyes
and my aches vanish without a trace

3 words

the sun slowly warming up my face
it's only a star, and they were only three words.
but they're bigger than you and me.
how do i word it...
it's so much more than i imagined
i took one step and i'm a million miles away.
i'm falling and flying at the same time
you make me leave myself
i never thought dreams could come true
and they never did.
until i met you.
so much to say, and eternity to say it.
it's almost not enough time to spend with you

(kinda run on... and stream of consciousness) eh?

woe

oh woe is me at last, and now i finally say to you
but with less heartache and far more callousness than is due
for what could put me past my reason and logic, to which i cling?
it's simple, so i'll make it breif, buts it's more than just one thing.
i'll start with the way i say goodnight, like i'm talking to myself.
did you not notice i was ill, underneath my seemingly perfect health?
and also, there's the notes you wrote, built by broken promises.
al though there were times when i could trust you effortlessly, when was the metamorphysis?
and lastly, i know i'm not perfect, but could you cut me some slack?
most of all i hated the fact that i couldn't love you back.