Passing By

These darkened clouds will surely come to pass

But I still feel like I’m running out of gas

I can understand how things end up in the gutter

When you’re bogged down and beat up by emotional clutter

She’s breaking my heart, but doing it so sweetly

Not like a few others who’ve done so indiscreetly

Funked up beyond all recognition from your constant attacks

No longer moving, like a train stopped dead on the tracks

Woke up hung over, and then started writing

But couldn’t see what my eyes were fighting

They wanted to stay closed, afraid of what they’d find

Fearing they’d be a door to let you back into my mind

One of those days where I wanna run; jump; fly away

But I just keep holding my tongue like I’ve got nothing to say

Wanna rip up the earth, and shake up the ground

And then just start swinging at everything I’ve found

She’s still holding on to being withholding and defiant

Love for all the little people, but none for the giant

By chance, an oddly longed for interaction

With a distant and not so faded love attraction

Now just a friend of a friend, of sorts

But not enough time invested to make us cohorts

Single in the singular, plural in them

Turned on by being turned off, but turned down again

I’m willing to wait, but I’m losing stability

And I’ll count on you again after I finish counting to infinity

Goldilocks bears no grudges, but gets a little red riding through those woods

She found her sweet spot but it didn’t last like it should

I’m ready whenever you are, but I know you’ll never be

I’m there whenever you are, but still you choose not to see

My double take will never take, and you mistook the unmistakable

That regardless of knowing where I’m going, I know my love is capable

I can write it all up, and hide it all beneath subtlety

But the moment it needs to be real, I can’t make them see

Walked a mile in your shoes, just to wear out my feet

Then walked one thousand more in the hopes we’d meet

They pass me, dismiss me, and ultimately are

In a distant solar system passing by on shooting star

Reality becomes a dream, and the dream finally becomes something

Just praying for anything, but making peace with nothing

Overanalyze and underestimate the straight and narrow

Double up on the dogs for those places we dare not go

Truth be told I’ve been crushed for a while

And the pressure keeps increasing every time I see you smile

Let’s go to a show, making sure we’re back in time to wake up

And when it’s all just a dream, I wish my conscious would shut up

I walk along now, knowing that something’s askew:

An almost perfect day, except it’s completely missing you…

The Subtlety

The subtlety

The duality

The one that never comes to me

The drunkenness

The fucked up mess

The idea that I want none of this

The underage

The second stage

The words that fill this empty page

The red light

The sleepless night

The feigning for unending delight

The right way

The wrong way

The one who I just wanted to stay

The breathless

The distress

The overwhelming amassing mess

The silent

The distant

The one who can only sit and rant

The educated

The berated

The seemingly overly underrated

The sensitive

The pensive

The oh my God what I wouldn’t give

The deal with it

The fucking quit

The I could do without this shit

The dismay

The overlay

The ones that just keep getting away

The time spent

The words meant

The nothing more than half a cent

The whirl

The unfurl

The always distant, taken girl

The thinking

The drinking

The two that keep missing the linking

The one

The only

The longing to no longer be lonely…

One Day

A mess of scattered old newspapers

Rose to cover stone skyscrapers

The clouds congregated to pay homage

To the days they last did sabotage

We watched the world turn to papier-mâché

But didn’t feel like there was anything to say

The seas returned their tears to man

And everything went according to plan

The walls were stripped of their dull hues

And we all celebrated upon hearing the good news

Forgot numbers of that number we wanted to call

We sat back and feasted our eyes on the festival

It appeared that the world had finally crumbled

And found itself equally happy and humbled

We stood up to the tides that previously caused us harm

By standing on falling cliffs with no sense of alarm

Materials and resources were all but depleted

But we remained silent; happily defeated

I took your hand, and you took mine

And we sat watching the moon knowing we’d be fine

Science was silent, the believers speechless

The stars were turning off to hide the coming mess

Not ugly, not bad, just the end of what we all had

Not rushed, just hushed, with no reason to be sad

As the Earth shimmied and shook

The universe gave back all that it took

And in one bright and final glow

It showed us all what we could never know

It said goodbye to you and me

And let us know that’s how it would be

We floated on like a phoenix from the ash

While the trash became treasure, and the treasure, trash

In one last breath we made peace with being

And opened our eyes to a brand new way of seeing

And when the world did indeed crumble

We stood, watched, and accepted, humble

…The lights went out…

…All the stars above…

…But we weren’t without…

…Because we were in love… 

Femme Fatale

Her default setting is hot, whether I like it or not

So I guess it was good I did

Eyes that matched hair, forced me to stare

And messed with my ego and id

All up turned into an outward calamity

But she just couldn’t see

Organized myself but still so uncoordinated

Trapped, and yet, still free

Feel like I said something I shouldn’t have

‘Cuz she keeps running away

Feel like I lost what I never had

What’s now gone just wants to stay

The artwork up here changes monthly

But none of it’s beautiful

The glamorous that just beckon us

Have suddenly lost their pull

It’s about time you stood up for waking up

In 114 minutes she’ll be ready

It’s about a boy who’s on a sinking ship

It goes, but it’s not steady

The notion of commotion won’t lose its swagger

And nobody seems to care

The louder it gets the more we all forget

But I guess it’s comforting to know it’s there

The doors are locked; the windows closed

We haven’t lost but we didn’t win

The lights are off but someone’s home

They just won’t let us in

She took off last week; time well spent

But none of it spent with you

She’s on mental vacation until further notice

So what more can I do?

She appreciates the finer points of romance

But simply lacks the effort

She wants to see it all but can only glance

As she thinks that it will hurt

The artwork up here changes weekly

But all of it’s rehashed

The treacherous that just berate us

Have suddenly found themselves cashed

Her fire disarms, but there’s no alarm

And so I’m continually burned

The kind of looks you don’t see in books

It’s no wonder I haven’t learned

These children hold hands, to avoid quicksand

But everyone’s eventually hurt

The ones in the lead, succumb to their needs

A better tail in a different skirt

These men act like children time and again

But still maintain their ships

The continual mends dissuade their ends

Even after everything rips

She knows not what she does

But does it all the same

She speaks in tongues and disables your lungs

When she pretends to know your name

Her default setting it hot, whether I like it or not

So prepare for a nice scorch

She’s holding on to the idea of holding back

While I’m left holding a torch

The artwork up here changes daily

But original thought bears not

In the end, the memories of those I’ve penned

Will be the only love I’ve got