Tapped

a vein that runs through me that still belongs to you, and when i tap that rush, that flood, that fools excuse...so only now i'll whisper still the truth that pours to chill; this place it taps a vein in me that still belongs to you.

Breadth and Brevity

theres breadth inside our brevity. alive between the lines. a side street and a precipice, we'll always own this night. twined beneath the city lights to blame our slow decline, and press against that blackened bastion to claim the time we couldn't miss

Blessed Rogue

always infatuated on my time with certain smiles, bags under my eyes. define that shade of red, and the way it kissed the sky. the lines are blurred objective ere the early stages rest, imagination onward wanders as all such rogues are blessed, to stop and spell the names of all the loves, dressed for death each holy night.

Always Only Fleeting

i'll keep my coastal secrets
wave goodbye each time
flirt to fade reality
your devils on my mind

A Crime, A Crime

all these faces, all i've met, all these places all repeat. and when the covers creep, the streets all line with age old dreams. comfort in the conscience of the same old caustic themes. a crime it seems to streak ahead.

The Casting Dawn

who are you to open to my sideways smile, stripped and sidled apologies alas where they don't belong with feelings lost but not so long abandoned. you were the night. i might just lie here in guilted charm, no harm done but damn the casting dawn for all it's casted on. lost before the heart could draw on favorite faded lust forever gone.

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.

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.

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.