Those Times

This life floats through
without love - sans much to do.
What dries when lovers get their day?
What thrives when dreams fade away?
Found the center of the universe did my soul.
Spit back out newly shaped from it's black hole.
Fond, is all, is all, is all.

Friends fade when not clung to.
Hands not kept will all fall through.
Perish whining winds of stale advice.
Frankly, I fear this time, these days of ice.
Deeply lonely felt - the path as was dealt.
Resent the happy tortures of those times
Bury the days now trod in pointless rhymes.

Horizon

It's interesting you know
the way memories flow.

Once upon the boat called self
I bobbed on the sea of me.
I pulled in the oar.
I'm ashamed to admit what for.
I wanted to shed a tear -
And then another and another -
I cried, "just let me sit here!"
But at some point the tide brought me to shore -
And I had to explore.
Now, when I return to look for the memory that kept me at bay -
And find that it's gone.
There's nothing left to say.
I search for the image that haunted my moments -
But it left while I was busy with other opponents.
While I wasn't paying minutes to the hurt I sought to keep -
It faded away like the sun over the horizon -
The pain faded with the heat.

Whaddaya Know

Maybe I've been doing this for years

Maybe its how I get my kicks

Messing with everyone and coloring fears

Maybe its how I get my fix

Its a drug, this praise, this flattery; this shit

I drink it, get high on the compliments, run dry

Take it away and scroll through the day

Addicted to the habits or habitually addicted

How ridiculous

We don't remember - of course we don't 

Just let it go - of course we won't

Forget this day, our daily fish

Forget this way, the frequent dish

Watch your self go by in passing shadow

Whine, complain and bitch and moan 

Ah fuck, what do I know

And So or Make Me Want to Stay

I feel my home is out in the wild, splattered colours of Open Space
and so 'tis crushing - any inkling of happiness in this place.
Until this wanderlust is appeased or lost to the neglect of time
there can be no peace in myself, in my house or in my rhyme.

Damn ;)

Maybe what I need is me
I know, I know
How tired and old
The thing where you have to love yourself first
But I'm a catch
I'm effin' hilarious
I have big beautiful eyes
I have big fabulous tits
There's something in these thighs
And there's rhythm in these hips
And I know, I know
There are volumes of greeting cards written
But my self love comes in bursts
Most of the time it's hidden
So you don't have to see you all the time
But when you do then damn girl, you fine

Fathom

Such Darkness behind blue eyes
I dive in
I know, not wise
Such depth of pain inside
You drown
You fear you've already died
Everything you've been through
I cannot fathom
Cannot even begin to
But what I can do
What I will do
For as long as I can hold my breath
In infinity
I will be here
Gently

Legends

I don't want to close my eyes.
I don't want to leave today behind.
I want to go back and live today again.
I can't stand to close my eyes towards tomorrow -
Because tomorrow no longer has a you.
You were my sun and the moon to so many more.
I looked up to you so and basked in your glow.
Oh god, oh my, my heart pounds and I cry
"Don't make me live in the past tense!"
Once I close my eyes it will be done -
The last day there was a you.
Ask the time to go slow tonight
Because I can't see you in the morning light.