Static In The Stars

home movies here, in memories on empty walls. these days are gone, we're moving on, the halls that lined these little lives, now haunted by the ghosts of mine. take back the coast and give me miles. no more static in the stars.

Fire Eyed Streets

that old time shine and smile, blink before the glamours gone in those lonely Hollywood lights. the white-shirt and smokes rebellion in the bright night gleam, out shined by racy women clad in hotel lace, all lined by silhouette to stoke the fire eyed dream. glitter and a red dress, machine guns peaked the streets. a city for the sinners, where angels face defeat.

The Restless Rhythm

to live forever is to live alone. not to be alone, for the constant flow and ample attraction of words and faces when beautiful minds like lightning strike and blind to counteract the loneliest of times. the melody of conversation, duality in a half-wit smile. embrace. every story lined with signposts just to leave behind, moving always only forward for horizons. the days stay long for existential pride and the rhythm always restless for the nomads. conspirators inspire in the search of pinprick mornings, pulled ashore before the yawning light. "to love and lose across an ocean floor is life" boasts the lonesome esoteric, live alone and live forever standing masked and stoic. i'd die today if just to say...

Best Friend Stranger

reckless endangered, on the other side of lives and all the stars lined intensity from birth to times. no star-crossed senses, they've all been bright aligned. good luck, good night my best friend stranger, love until the morning light. you know my flaws and all as candid arms have scrawled. i dove into you brief, extolled. lust in every language.belief.and always anguish.

Ether Angels

what past from this nostalgias' spun
what spoken words were mine
should i ever dare to ask,
what paradise i've bled and
crowned in sanguine eyes.
to escape, to find at last the lasting ride.

faith and preservation

there is no forgetting for a fool, to live between a smile and a tear. a life of brief encounters in the land of bliss. unbalanced flesh and faces fleeting lust and love defeated. surrender self in resolution for lack of faith and preservation

Soul Compartments on a Bridge

the bridge is bridled this time. stories greet the only sun in fall and rise. sole compartments, cars are told those dirty secrets and all those souls are sold. reckless droves. one false move. one crash. a bang. surreal and rearviewed, suddenly stained the bridge, another story, another life remained.

reprise

i can taste these pages stained in wine. my ink intertwined and spilled in guts sublime. strangers now, we only drive by. she only lives on lines, in between the truth and lies. time serves the life of lovers strife. dissent. smile. reprise.

Reverie

nervous to call. nervous to write. nervous to hear the voice, of a known stranger in the night. but it was different this time, and despite the wire i could feel the warmth of that shine and smile. stoic both, in past precautions so the world had woven in our hearts, tombs of unforgetting, looking west for all we've lost. in reverie, in broken parts. you're doing well.

a sleep. a wake. a dream.

a sleep.
a wake.
a dream.
spirit of self,
thickened by the wine.