Personal Dilemma

Hide your confidence in madness
your arrogance in pride
your innocence was savage
your heart a para-dime

Oh, hold your mind provocative
in ding, lasting spills
of eliminating challenges
and aromatic thrills

Don't you take it all back
nothing buried nothing bold
give your triumphant gladness
a reason to unfold

A chance to dance
on remnants
on undulating thrills
a reason for bereavement
on slowing fading wills

oh, give in now
your confidence
it brimmed over the edge
and seem instead
for consequence
of all you left undead

Indescrepencies

There are minor indescrepencies

Pulsing through my veins

And when I come across them

My mind, it starts to change

Sometimes they are willing

Sometimes they are kind

But they're

They're destructive 

They leave me feeling blind

Like I'm swimming in the ocean

The waves around me calm

Then a sudden commotion 

Makes everything feel wrong 

And maybe I am drowning 

And maybe I'm just fine 

But either way, 

I'm sinking 

I'm running out of time 

There are minor indescrepencies 

They saturate my life

What looks to me so concrete 

Decomposes in the light 

And my hands are dirty 

With sins I will repeat 

The light reveals the spoils

Of what lies underneath 

There are minor indescrepencies 

They're making me insane 

I want so much to smash them

But they are part of my brain 

Facade

Sit still pretty girl
don't you dare open your mouth
we might expect a peep
but it's a scream that billows out

A scream that cracks the windows
and vibrates through the walls
enhances all the crevices
and echoes through the halls

Stay still little one
don't try to stand so tall
they'll realize you're a giant
they can't handle it all

You'll tower high above them
making them feel small
it will destroy their egos
and ruin their wherewithal

Be sweet dear child
smile always, smile bright
if they sense there's pain inside you
they'll just stab you with a knife

We can't have angry giants
billowing through halls
it works better if your
silent, delicate, and small

Keep inside those crazy feelings
don't let them slip away
they aren't for our hearing
keep on your smiling face

And yet we see you shaking
your skin is wearing thin
something in you is breaking
this oppression will not win

Relight

Oh, won't you cut me open,
just to see if I still bleed.
This hollowness inside me
is giving me fatigue.

I can feel the palpitations,
of a slowly beating heart.
But, it needs activated.
Please, hit restart.

The wind out there,
it whispers,
I can feel it in my bones.
Calling me in shivers.
Soon I'll have to go.

To follow it's motion,
it's wild, winding path.
Over mountains
into valleys,
and through my heart
at last.

Here my feet,
feel sticky.
But, the glue
it will not keep.
The craving deep inside
it's voice
so loudly speaks.

To the remnants of the embers
who's fires die out fast,
sensing soon
they need ignited
to burn away the past.

So please, dear,
cut me open.
Turn the embers in your hands,
something in me's frozen.
Please light it up
again.

Innocence in Shadows

Oh, won't you take my innocence?
For my ignorance is gone.
I watched it float down river
in some lost forgotten song.

It clung hard to the melody
that dreadful dying tune
and floated through the rapids
into impending doom.

And I, I stood there laughing
a raucous awful sound
like lightning in a storm
a rumble in the clouds.

Now I cling to something
yes, anything will do
For no matter how hard I swim
the current's straight toward you.

And my innocence is bleak
it wrestles with my sins
and tells me you still hold on
and we someday may win.

But, I do know that's wrong now
or maybe it should be
for the only one I ever loose
in this battle, is me.

So show me I am blind
take away my sight
for in the bleak darkness
I may finally see the light.

Unless it still casts shadows
and the shadow shapes are you
and in the dark I'm weeping
for there's nothing I can do.

Currents straight
shadows form
light fades
come the morn

and there's nothing I can do
No, even the shadows
the shadows look like you.

The Whole Picture

Mythical lines of reason

Sharp strokes and slopping curves

Ink caught in treason

Fanning lines that seem obscured

Watch the hand that strokes

All the depth in missing space 

See the lines up close

Brush strokes we must erase 

Maybe lines too bold

Maybe some misplaced 

But the picture we behold

Is of slippery molding grace  

Catch the tail end of the sketch

It's a mirror, it's a face 

Can you see the picture yet? 

Or is it fading away... 

Fast shades and fading time

No way to hit rewind

Fill in what's been unscathed 

Replace what's left behind 

Silent Voices

Oh the quite echoes,
of something less unknown.
I feel the weight around me,
and I take it as my own.

The heaviness of silence,
the emptiness of sleep,
and still your voice
it surfaces,
from the depths
of my dark dreams.

It isn't something menacing,
or even something cruel,
but merely a reminder,
that my life's engrossed
in you.

In all your tiny memories,
your soft and endless sounds.
The evaporating silence,
that still drags me so far down.

But, down here,
it's warm dear.
It's comforting and kind.
There are far less voices,
that occupy my mind.

And in your hole,
I slumber,
the noise slowly subsides,
until I wake tomorrow...

and do it over in the light.