God's Hand

Suddenly reality ripples and is disrupted
and everything seems unreal; welcome home.
The night sways around me softly and
the Moon becomes a giant over my shoulder.

Clouds so dense I can walk them
are passing by as I fly higher than space
being lead by the hand of God;
simultaneously youthful and archaic.

The spirit snakes through the canals
that run beneath my flesh and deposit
themselves into my glowing heart.
A bluish light fills me like covenant reborn.

I slip in and out of this realm of rigidity.
Somewhere in the pressure is a calming
pool of a thousand and one stars and
finding it is as sudden as waking to father’s voice.

I drift backwards, and memories flood me.
I was there, and at one point my feet touched marble.
Above my head ran rainbows and bells chimed.
Deep beneath the music the humming cello sings.

These are the moments where my spirit transcends
and for brief moments I can feel paradise
as if my hands could reach, like a child’s,
and be touched by the layer of magnificence.

Heartache

Envoy of thought getting wreaked
at the loading zone when I try
to speak the words I’ve let become toxic.
Only half the story has passed my lips.

On the way back I fall into the folds
of the gray cement rivers where the
ants pull apart every weary substance
that can become something sweet.

So small I have become in the crack
of the world I have stepped upon.
Here I am many times in the dead of night.
Now I feel the smallness, I can relate.

Leaving is as hard as getting here,
and not the here I have described
before, but rather the here I am
working to manifest to him.

Continue on pink dump truck.
I feel everything you spill upon me.
Like surges between beats I feel it.
How weighted my paradise has become.

Comets ram into the sorest darkness
illuminating the caverns with cold light
and showing you what I really am inside;
my heart is rotting and the smell is unbearable.

In the empty walls there is space enough
for a beautiful garden; who will garden this
untamed land so full of doubt and worry?
Eden hasn’t disappeared it’s just being guarded.

Moods lining the quivering muscles of my lips;
am I transparent like a pill bottle?
So stare down the hole with eyes made of light.
This cavity needs a hand to fill it, color the void.

Revealing the Source

Loud, as if the whole
world could hear it
did the truth come
as a mighty ringing.

And yet everyone
else seems unmoved
as if they have lost
all desire to hear.

Beneath the ocean waves I become a dream.
Slowly drifting in an endless freedom I am.

Perhaps escaping
is the best method
to avoid the everyday
monotony and truth.

Behind the sun hides
my every desire
but I hide them with
the blinding lights.

Slowly time canters by on twenty four hooves.
Day and night ride the mighty steed and I am dragged behind.

Counting backwards
to fall asleep at night;
because my mind can’t
find the stillness of eve.

I cannot be disappointed
and I cannot say I didn’t
see this cycle coming
to an abrupt end.

While the air stirs in the morning I am a simple stone.
If I could move to catch my draft I would hold fast.

Now all that remains
are lessons of what
I knew was fake
begin with; strained memories.

Capture the second
and make it your every
defense, your every
point and justification.

Heaven has called me to join the host of this planet.
His hands are kinder than any I’ve met before; in kindness I disperse.

Happiness in Simplicity

Thread less sun swimming
in my hair and letting me feel
like everything can go right
and loosening my bonds.

We are all prisoners.
Ignorance is our jailer
but I won’t be ensnared
for I am a bird of a different breed.

Say you’ll love me
and say that you’ve got it
but you don’t, and that’s okay.
I’m here for you anyways always.

Puddles can make the world
seem damp, so, pass them by.
There’s never an excuse to go
so far that smiles become flimsy arrows.

Sit next to me, I’m here.
We need one another so much
more than any sense to fool us.
Verbs are just unexecuted actions.

Rise to meet the clarity.
Let the sun inside your chest
where it can illuminate your soul
and give you perpetual warmth.

Cheer up, and my lamplight
won’t seem so blinding.
No matter how much you lose
I will give it all back with interest.

Find happiness in simplicity.

Blue as it Feels

Woe to the page
who takes the brunt
of my abuse
when I feel so frustrated…

And the ink has run
out; what am I to do?
I guess it may be time
to face the facts, damn.

This should only be read,
if a sensual blues is in the air
pulling at your heart
and making the air heavy…

Why cry anymore?
The soft warmth can only
keep me toasty for a second
and then it falls.

Love is wounded
and I know that so well
so when I can find the strength
I’ll fix her right up, promise.

House of Pianos

Old white house full of overlapping;
Where every room has keys,
and the songs never stop playing.
Why can’t I seem to find my room?

I march through walls of floral,
Between marble tabletops,
and under chipping white paint.
Each place I go seems to keep a part of me.

Sometimes I am so scared; what if
everything I do brings me back to
the beginning I keep trying to escape?
I just want to remember mother’s voice.

Scarlet dreams, cinnamon candles, warm
fireplaces, joyous singing, holding one another,
words of wisdom, colored glass, wintery gardens,
steamy breath, bundles of joy, and you and me.

God knows my heart, and I know his.
So even if the train takes me elsewhere
I will still rest easy, assured of my travels.
I only dream of when love finds me here.

Seconds of life are fading, where did I go?
This house of pianos has me so confused.
My song is playing somewhere, and
I just need to keep opening doors.

I can see it so clearly, as if a memory,
that has yet to happen but still lingers in my mind.
You’ll be there beneath the sunbeams,
and when I walk in it won’t matter where we’re from.

All that will matter is where we are,
and who we’re with, for the only thing that matters
is love, and I’m dusting myself off and getting back up.
I sincerely hope you’re on the other side of the next door.

December winds, flickering stars, cool
minty chocolates, soft white snow, hinting,
smiles and laughter, hallelujah, and
then of course you and me together.

Our songs will play together.
Inside the house of pianos we will find
that the other was simply before us
and the sweetest love anyone could write about.

And this is How He Treats Me

Beating on the salted black drums
outside my open glass wall I hide behind.
I can rise and swim in sky matter
deep into the confines of space.

I run away and run away from love.
I can’t find the meaning of toads.
Kingdom of heaven looking down,
and all I can do is look back up.

Every time the snow falls I hear chimes.
Some extraneous neural impulses,
firing like rockets in a clouded sky.
And here I am, simply as I am.

Couth and benign men in my dreams
that built the court they stand so elegant upon.
I am glass, just like my world, seeking sight,
for the eyes I stole only see so far.

Seedless nights, opaque mornings,
cool noontimes, buried afternoons,
sexual dusk, and convulsing new moons
find me as the wolf, the hunter hunted.

Concepts of romance are lost in the desert,
and here stay ghostly visages of the 18th century.
Bumblebee please teach me to sting,
because retaliation is an impossibility right now.

Sea rolls, see rolls, seething dragons behind the wall,
and my knight has turned on me at the last.
The doors are all wide open like caverns,
so I wait for the wailing wind to come and take me.