from a booth, a smile in periphery and carbonated laughs after adrenaline. we breathe from the top of the world, with the cold come down, all faces flush. the rosy red blessing and its timeless cheers. we came, we're here, the darkest night became our light. from a booth, in periphery we smirk at second sight.
given a small room for a vast becoming in every matter of the heart. a year contended and torn across a fence as all the places ahead, all acquainted friends and faces, and all the words find places left behind in a hurry as if anointed in only small talk and waning, waving hands all headed for our wastelands. the thoughts of lonely people in array, the streets all lined in fear. hearts afraid to brass, we'll all just disappear. in little box, in little room, and smile faintly in disguise. these lonely lost can't help but find, their numbered days, one year in time.
these trailing months in their life-white veil to fade the front let hindsight thrive in cold sole nights to forward face the day and let us prey on past discord. rest easy under warmth in sheets of resolve to better brave new faction. let history be only the tool to take us back in spectral observation when lack of sight shows not where we're led. no ghosts today, no past tomorrow. hold in heart the amity of you and you. winter will reflect in accord with bright of snow, hold close for heat those holy hours when you are your retreat.
I sit here solemn under skull & bones among these colors, caught by corner consciousness. in good winter wonder, love, what revolution must have held for us. in bottom bottles and pinprick baited breath, I struggle still to leave forever what's been left when only Christmas creaks could last.
from today, my quiet corner splashed in sun exalted and the news that smiles back, from miles back for time, I find, today I wander back. this window warmth, this black is silk and soothing, so that all the lives I've lived and left before me effloresce.
we left in pieces once rendered from such malign, from token majesty to new chapters, in lead strokes from pencils across oceans I can never erase a past, but I'm always left remembering, and in that quiet gale unsteady state of mind I think back to the beaches and our ready, set, decline. the past was all once rendered and the drawings cast aside we walked along the beach with reason, and the sea that stole our rhyme.
the sum of it all can never surmount the tears and trials of outracing your wile. too many turns too much speed too much retrospect to avoid the spurn. i want it all at once, at once alone, at once along with everyone. i want it all with you and you and all of you come too. i want it all alone and everyday forever blurs forever. on the spur of moments forever greet the world. we're all beginning. we're always ending. we're only bleeding til we're mending. and all your truths are only true the day the wisdom comes from you. always long, always lasting, in my life forever cast. left the nest with youth. left with heart, left abreast aware. photo-blessed the world with love and moments, tokens left. but what of us, what of friends, did we all do wrong? are all nomadic ties romantic sighs romanced from all of you and i...are we the lonesome lost romanticized? are we all alas or are we right on time? doomed to dance in self in shadows, doomed to reminisce. we have all at once caught an eye, felt a blessing in disguise. all at once relied on virtue spry.all at once held through hell in the heart of heat and smiled.belief beyond a doubt, when armor falls to see. where love along all coasts in lines intersect we anchor off to be.
i forget sometimes, exactly where i am. i know all times exactly where i want to be, its easy to see the paradox, and feel the shift in me. i break and bend between the lines, my home is make believe. ive no belief, no hand in grand design but life and time, they sound alike and here i am just fine.and though sometimes its lost on me, exactly where i am...i love to love, and love to leave, live to dream until the end.
such eager sleep i'm drawn, arms outstretched for dawn. we'll never reach, we'll never speak. the shore outlines the fall. in melted days before, arms outstretched i loved in all my worst and kissed in all my best so sleep for now and sleep forever melt along the shore. if we cold only speak the beach was just a moor.
this blessed binary, this only other self. person and persona through the encore every day. the past at last will come to play, but in the hours in between who forever came to stay?
sing a silent night,
sing a holy chord.
the silence all alone at night,
the silence all a chorus.
feign and reign and blessed thou,
blessed are the bright.
in eyes and lies
the truth to stand
draped in holy style
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.
what world for you endured in outskirts of convention? far from home and the comfort of that old front door, fleshed from the threshold in mind, reduced to fading contemplative notions in wistful times and reminders of never going back. the climb was longing, the tears revealing, smiles unnerving and the cost all blood, but the crest is high and the wave is riding while the view stays foreign, wild, and the whiskey burning irish. the good ones close now, the mad ones madder, the penance softer by soliloquy, and still, the sun sets in esoteric evenings, red and orange equal on the ground.
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