In Bed With the Stereo OnHow old are you these days?What makes you hate to play?A sad voice swells up in your throatAnd bids it's time to stay.And gosh, your eyesThey've lost their touchThat theatre glowI loved so muchWhen did you grow old?When did you loose faith?A silence graces your sweet chordsAnd keeps you cold and safe.
A Gentleman's LastPersistantly, you breathe "I need you..."And I fear it is true.This, my sweet, is whyI must kiss you goodbye.You swear you'd even die for meAnd I'm positive you would.Somewhere you found the heart to know meIn ways, I myself never could.And you promise "I'll always love you..."And I know you are right.This is why, for the last timeI must kiss you goodnight.
SexAnd what of him were a WillowTall and strong in December snowWeeping single leaves from his armsLike despensable and petty charms.Though I admire, such it isThat I, in truth, cannot be hisWhen wreckless youth meets futile heartThe disaters are heedy with Bullet and DartAnd yes, I know better than to smile at youAnd submit a vortex if my greatest love, imbuedWith every word and movement that therefore could conveyHow I long to long for you, but simply cannot obey.So to saddle myself in sad preparationI bolt steadfast from any temptationAnd walk miles simply to avoid where you standBecause I cannot love you with a heart that is damned.
Those Who Pose InsignificanceI am the burning white solace in the melancholic shadowthe weeping beauty of a eulegy.I am the cool hand that sweeps past your cheekthe sweet breath stirring silently.I am the butterfly clinging anxiously to the window paynethe golden bells of ancient towers yawning out your name...I am the swift footsteps beside youthe honest flower of poise.I am the pride that blossoms over your movementsthe mouth that smiles wildly for your voice.I am the vague thought that swells with the daythe pale moon that watches, but cannot stay...I am the faint scent that you never forgetthe bird that flounders there above.I am the ear unfolded to your heart beatsI am the one you cannot love.
Waves Receded With Her SighsYou are partial to a sunsetBut I shall sit 'til nightThat you might once look upAnd bear me in your sightHither come exhausted wavesSliding unto shoreReaching for a castleThat crumbles easily to the roar.Pray I, as you slumberWith the book a'shield your eyesThat you would wake to witnessMy love stretching in your skies.And as you lean back on your armsSeeping into the sand behindI wish as you speak of every tiding beautyThat you would once speak of mine.
Black: the Skyline of Her EyesCould lust truly doSuch damage to a girlWhen you hold the daggerAnd she holds you as the world?
Mid-October SkiesIn the envy of mid-October skiesAn autumn leaf crumbles up and dies.With one calm breath of the cooling dayIt is summoned to be swept away.Cower nowAt the sudden graveWhere you lay a flower for the time you gave.And where you once stoodWith most eloquent graceAnother creeps upTo take your place.
The RetributionArrows strike the dirt about your feetWho holds the Bow to you now?English pistols signal retreatTruce among men proves an empty vow.Hands gash outFor all they can takeAnd years from nowIt will be cordially rendered a mistake.The genocide of a tribeThe loss of a culture and a life-Will be commemorated by the museum framingOf the blood on your Queen's knife.Marched unto their deathPast that Red, White & BlueYou will confess with your last breathOf just what they were reduced to.So let the truth unfoldForevermoreThat they smiled boldWhen you screamed "WAR."
To Pry the Ax From My HandsAbout the globeFrom sea to seaI shine with mediocrity.Through and throughMy life's despairA melody races by light and air.Gasping deeply intoLungs so soarA pain unerves you, evermore.In the ambienceOf love and hatePiano keys perpetuate.A voice ignitesTo tell a taleOf a girl so young and a breath so frail.Nevermind the cutsYou left my healthI'll swear I did it to myself.With breath held steadyAnd eyes shut tightI'll pretend to slumber through the night.Sweating anxiouslyInside a bedI'll shake the demons from my head.But once they askI must scream outWhat untrue love is truly about.How may it bite and brandWith one sweet touchA happiness that hurts so much.The scrapes and bruisesAgainst the kneesFrom pleading with god to take that disease.And pillows soakedWith the torment of tearsAn accumulation of a few daunting years.No matter howThat sonnet endsYou never feel the same again...About the statesFrom coast to coastI function nearly comatose.To an