Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Head of the household

She is our glue
The strongest fixture
Angel with the heart of blisters
and when she cries
the whole world shatters
She's the master adapter
who lasts every chapter
to once again brighten
the world with her laughter
With a warm heart and spirit
so pure you can hear it
and a love that could transform
the loneliest victim

Monday, October 24, 2011

What's really in the box?

In the box
Where the truth lies
Locked away
like a mental case
Take the safe
It holds a fortune
You can buy your dreams
The easy way
Down the steps
Out the front door
Go with murder
Seize the day
Into the woods
Under the spiders
Lost in the fear
that holds you in place
Enter the fog
like a wave of protection
Reaching the end
Paying attention
What have you done
to deserve this escape?

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Still World

"I feel like the dream is over"
Says the man inside the wheel
I used to feel it spinning
Now my world is still
And so I kneel
I ask for the things of yesterday
that packed their bags and left me craving
Now I wait here incomplete

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Mr. Negative's Trees

You ask "Where's the positive?"
I say "Mr.Negative"...you need to open those eyes"
"You're in the thick of it....all the wasted time thats been filling up your life is a ship full of regret waiting to capsize"
"The trees" he said
"The trees...please believe, were looking at me!"
he said "Tellin' me to do things!"
"They've ruined everything"
"All my dreams"
"Cursed!" he said
"They cursed me!"

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

A Passing Dream

This is where the dead go
Where the answers flow like endless streams
throughout a land of make believe
it's underneath, this place of dreams
It waits above us as we sleep
and all around us, always present
waiting like a clever thief
It draws us in behind the curtain
Always certain we will follow
How can one resist such endless wonders
We seek a truth beyond our limits
and anyone that will oblige
will be our master
we will serve
Deeper than a sea of words
onward towards a fate of intrigue
growing with each passing dream

Thursday, September 15, 2011

When I was alive

When I was alive
I never tried
I opened up the fear inside

When I was alive
I closed my eyes
letting inspiration pass me by

When I was alive
I fought against the right
Instead I chose a better time

When I was alive
I stayed inside
to live within the blackest night
.....and then I died

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Left on broadway

I took you in
I bought you things
I taught you ways to live your life without destroying everything
I cooked you food
and took you places
where you would smile and take a while with every taste that I would offer
What could have happened?
what did I miss?
Did I forget to put the seat down?
Feed the fish?
What could have been so bad to bring us here to this?
An empty home
You left so cold
Without even the smallest gesture of a simple note
No sign that you had ever even been here
how can this be happening to me?

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Rapped in frustration

I recognize my face on the billboard
next to two giant words saying "Smile more"
I said no
They threw me to the ground
and made me wear a dunce cap
as I laid there and cried for my mom
I said
"This is supposed to make me smile?"
"How stupid can you be?"
"How many paint chips
you gotta eat?"
I may be the dunce
but you just took the cake
in the densest man contest
First place

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

The Cycle

I ride on this highway singing a bad love song in my head. It's empty, so I decide to fill it with everything. All at once. The sorrow of my dreams and everything I had and lost. It fills me up until I reach the bottom, then it's gone.
Back to work again with an empty head, waiting for the bliss of it to end. Ignorance is all that gets me through until I start to think too much again. The thoughts of all my demons working hard to drag me down. Then once again, they're gone.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Dream of a Lonely Doctor

There was a dream once had
And in that dream a man would speak
and everyone would smile
And it would last a while
He'd cure the sick
and extra quick
the end of death would come

All would run to see the one
with magic in his lungs
And this intense demand
had left him stranded
lost, alone, and apathetic
Finally, a world of people had pushed him away
with his talent, the only quality they could

Thursday, June 30, 2011


One door holds a baby
One door mourns it’s loss of youth
One door is a lady
One door lacks the class to choose

One door wears a smile
One door holds a bag of truth
One door takes a while
One door opens fast for you

One door gives you money
One door shows you gratitude
One door thinks it’s funny
One door hates the sight of you

One door leaves it open
One door pulls it’s curtains closed
One door thinks you’re jokin’
One door loves a steady pose

One door asks you favors
One door is impersonal
One door thinks it’s greater
One door keeps itself humble

One door needs your service
One door could go somewhere else
One door makes you nervous
But in the end, you’re just a door yourself

Wednesday, June 1, 2011


The storm has silenced
Clouds are parting
Waves of sunlight crashing through
Wishing that the calm before me lasts forever
breathing room
Eventually my breath grows short
another storm begins to form
I brace myself for what's to come
For what will come has come before
Those little moments in between
So beautiful, so ripe, so clean
a realization came to me
That they were all I'd ever need
for even though the storms await me
and will always, forever break me
The calm will balance with my pain
and that is all I see

A Beatle fan's Meaning of life

If uniting as one is the answer, and if we ever have a chance in hell of doing that, then the only solution to our problem isn't love, but pain. For love is discarded time and time again by so many of us. And so many of us only get a chance to feel it in it's "obsession" or "lust" forms. Love is also known by many of us to fade in time but for others, to only grow stronger. So since we will obviously never see eye to eye on the subject of love, then pain must be the answer. We all have our personal pains and carry them with us forever until the time of our deaths. How I see it, if there is any form of love that may be the answer it's "compassion." Realizing that each and every one of us share a personal pain in life that we feel internally, lacking the true ability to ever let it go. If we can recognize each other's pain and personally identify with each other's suffering, then we may be able to see each other as equals. If we can do that.....then we may have something.
So you see.....
Love is not all you need. What we need is pain. For pain is proof of life. And all life begins and ends with it.

A Reminder never to be perfect

My old music had that "pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and continue on" feel to it. In the sense that there are mistakes throughout, yet the songs go on....they must. Whereas my new music has a glistening hint of perfection with every piece. Everything fits together so perfectly. Almost too perfectly. It reeks of effort. The performer(myself) tried hard to erase any mistakes that may have arose in the process of the recordings.
These two styles may say a lot about where I was and now currently am as not only an artist, but as a person as well. I think I may have lost the ability to let what is ultimately be. I think I may have lost freedom.

Exact change moments

"Exact change moments" are a symbol for when you make a choice, and you know right then....without a doubt, that it was the absolute right one. It is the random decision that everybody makes every now and then when they decide to pay with exact change. They say "Oh wait, I think I have that" then fumble around in their pockets or purses. The person then pulls out every cent they could find only to realize that the total of their purchase is the exact amount of change they had on them that day. It is a tragic shame that only a few see this phenomena as an omen, but I am definitely a believer in fate. I saw it, and there it was staring back at me like an angel in the palm of my hand, Speaking softly to my eyes, convincing me that everything was going to be okay.