Only We Would Know

The warm mug at every coffee shop. How many lips have stained this ceramic? The sidewalks strung along miniature cities, and the steps they’ve strayed. How many lives went one block too far, how many missed connections lingering by the street lights. First last kisses hung up overnight in cold breath. Each of us left standing, stirring, gagged in the gutter and wasted on the words we never spoke. Each corner screams its stories, and the signposts sing to sleep. All of this a secret only we would know, looking through the windows lined along the road.

Eager Sleep, Believer's Shore

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.

Encore Everyday

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?

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

Pale Horse Nights

but who are you in the dark? when all the world stops watching, the only voice your own, to reign on ghosts alone. born to bear the weight, the albatross, dare to sleep with whiskey on your breath, and flashes of sudden memorial from past loves and pressure on your chest. the path a sullen iteration in the form of regret and a self portrait, tired eyes and torrid stories hanging duly from your neck. when you lie alone where do you wander? to the future infatuated, the past in penance, or present times for preservation. stoned nomadic, for the minds a wily bastard on nights each pale horse rides.

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.

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.