Because of you I know my way around here

I am taken back.To a time when all that existed was loud nights, rainy weather and winding roads.Where only one thing mattered.Where we went to get away.Where it only took one road to get there.And this song on the radio.These songs on our radio.To find ourselves and everything we had never seen before.And sweetie I … Read more

It’s Quite Humbling

As the rain falls off the edges of the lamp posts, the leaves right under twirl in a dance with the wind. And the trees wave at me as if to calm. And as these tear drops lightly shower my windshield I know that everything’s okay. That it will all be okay. My lights are … Read more

The Princes of the Paupers

If I could take this excess life and harness it then you wouldn’t sleep thirsty tonight. Where I live there is such a thing as too much good. You can find it on the ground or in the wrong colored trash bin. I’d take this infernal machine and blow it up with its own blood … Read more

Thanks, Dallas

And it seems the truth of it all means that we are all liars. And the liars always have the most beautiful smiles. How else can they hide honesty? Hearts are all the same. Yours no different than mine. But it’s how we choose to act on it all that makes us… us. If trust is like … Read more

Above the Sky there are Sparks of Life.

Where did it go? …whatever was holding me up? I don’t feel. The sky’s still blue and the trees sway while the wind pushes life around the air. But where’s that purpose and reason? …the door opener to the skies? I still see the beauty. I just can’t feel it.

Everything They Thought They Wanted

Farther back, it looks. What a perspective. The lights are little raindrops of life on a desert city of death. Our city: buildings planted into our hills like sticks in dirt. But they’re so alive. They dance to a beat// The beat here ticks a little faster. The clocks are pushed ahead, their hands tied … Read more

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And you’re a glimmer of hope. Like a light at the end of the tunnel. And maybe I’m sorry? Because there’s not much holding me back anymore from getting my hands dirty. Thoughts and ideals are cute for show. In practice they become strained and difficult. But that never mattered ’till now. And I’m at … Read more