Transcendental Musings: Full Moon Gospel

full moon gospel from flashback smile highs. revel in the center, walk the moonlit miles. guarded arms awarded theres no need for time. onward darkened destiny, bright with green, foreshadows cast

Transcendental Musings: Darklight

onset. uncertain settled paranoia, specked in purple flashing faces. fleeting. fast. those friends that tremble by the darklight when we melt, in seats in secret rooms for secret ruse. routine apocalypse in evening dreams that burn our just proximity and thus we've all burnt clean. listen to the lullabies in all these hard-heart songs. listen to the long goodbyes.

The Greatest

the greatest years are yours.
the greatest years are here and always.
the greatest year's inside and wear appellant eyes.
in endless eerie echoes, the greatest years you'll find.
look at last how bright the path, how dark the twisted pine.
the greatest year so yet to bless. the greatest years forget.

Long Lost Somethings

anonymous and alive in place
stood side by side,
and found out quiet spaces filled the void
where voices failed to try
i lean on all the next times
when delusion beds and binds.

Here in Hallways

going through the motions as i'm the only ghost walking long the hallways of a home thats not my own. i'll only haunt myself, alas, the past a foolish gold. back again. back from then, to raise the skull and bones.

Fading and Contemplative

feeling fading contemplative for the big things. anthemic lullabies, in love with the fight songs of life. dark corners. bright lights. flash forwards. big cities. lust and lace. undercover under sheets. first loves, only loves, lonesome loves. last kisses and long goodbyes. longer nighttime drives and the starry smiles binding childhood storybook lives. newfound friends and reconnecting. family ties, family trials. old dust speckled on every memory and every past time that always comes to shine. such constantly inherent yet always uncanny truth in grand design. the laughs. every teared up, breath stealing, unmistakably finite fucking laugh with the mad ones. tears. deaths. taxes. lazy sundays via late night saturday conversations, candid by the low lights. east coast winters and southern summers. the music. always the music, all times and tones and every note a shrine. those who know, the dreamers and melodious minds screaming soft words loud from wild eyes. endless zen in retrospect.

Relationship Hymns

i can still hear the sound
and your smile in different shades.
that "christmas morning creak"
i thought i was ready,
but the song turned to blades
so back to where once began
for the spiral starts again.

Dreams of The Dead

i remember the dream,
and me and you.

not the one where you left,
the one where you were already gone.

contact in a different kind,
i’d love you for all time.
turned your head, no words were said.

for finite lives,
drive slow in silence and
listen for the songs of the dead.

Caustic Tribute

don't ever change. a friend afar in tribute pressed for resurrections bow. anonymous by rite a face, a place, a night, and madness comes in tow. so cheers to all our twisted smiles alive behind lifes fears. our caustic morning voices in contempt of long lost tears.

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