tomorrow

it's here.
i can feel it, can't you?
this sweltering heat isn't a wave,
it's a warning
and we're the ones who shove it aside,
we're killing ourselves slowly,
and poisoning the land,
it's apocalypse, my friends.
it's apocalypse.

jericho.

since you're gone,
all of you,
i've never felt okay.
and i guess it's hard to admit,
but i can never feel this way.
i guess poetry's catharsis,
but it's nothing to your voice,
please come back.
please?
and i know that you are coming
as fast as the wheels will take,
but i'm crumbling,
quickly,
and every word without you here
feels like a blast from joshua's horn-
and me, i'm jericho.

i've never felt this one before

i want to throw you off a building,
and cover up your face,
i want to make an honest living,
and see you in disgrace.
this is bigger than jealousy,
and worse than all your cares,
this is a monster that's inside of me,
and i'm sort of glad it's there.
i want to be the bigger person,
and pick a lot of fights,
i want to scream up to the heavens,
i don't want to be alone at night.

i think no one really does

the children sleep tonight,
and their slumber goes unstirred
but for a light in the mirror and the hearts in their hands,
and they'll sleep for forever,
they'll keep what they can.

is love so long ago?
and the lighthouse is gleaming
with the hopes and the memories of a thousand graves,
so the children have enemies,
is there another way?

their beds have been covered,
and the world's alight
with the shards of the mirrors and the spirit of fight.
but the children sleep on,
their time is long gone.
the children are sleeping.

the thief and the girl

i tore away from all the petty lies,
a cutthroat fiend with no throats left to cut,
but now i find i'm lost in my disguise,
a wrenching stabs and eats around my gut.

for all your wealth you gave your worth away,
betraying love and taking to the night,
succumbed to fears that i cannot allay,
i would i were the man to make it right.

the gods have made it plain, a thief can't be
the winsome lover of a lovely girl,
for now i've shown you all there is to see
and you have left to fall into the world

though we were young you were a girl of fire,
and i again a thief and more, a liar.

passing glance

does it ever occur to you that i'm just a passing glance,
an appetizer to your main entree just a backwards glance
and someone that you maybe kinda like,
but not one that you care to see as much as you'd have me believe?

and all the "i love you" goes a long way for a bit,
and it takes me a while to realize you're full of shit,
because friendship is more that "i love you" and hugs
and sometimes i wonder if it's me that left you or if you are really this...

it's twenty to ten on a friday evening and i'm sitting at a desk,
it's summer and i don't care if i'm even really dressed,
because who's gonna see me, except my own pathetic self?
who's going to call me up and ask me out and prove me wrong?

it's a strange life to live because i always feel in limbo,
and i'm looking up (which isn't healthy) or looking down (less so),
but there's nowhere else to go,
so cry me to sleep or sing me a song, or give me a call,
prove me wrong?

put this to a tune

in a time of calling we have found our youth,
we have found our reason and we'll sail away,

in a time of reason we will endlessly parade,
we will fill our tankards as we spill out truth.

this time i've got the better of the downtown blues,
and i'll sing a song to me and i'll sing a song and say

"there is nothing better than a dark cold alleyway
where a mutt can be a man and i can speak to you

and there's no more reason as to why we should feel new
than the reason i feel endlessly regret-less in the way i fell for you."

it's over, now stop

so long to a year full of your troubles and mine;
i guess it was good but i'll leave it behind.
there are better things,
they wait in the clouds,
they're waiting, waiting.
will they ever be found?

doting on tremors that have taken deep seed,
you'll shout and jump and dump it on me.
i know there are troubles,
i've heard they are there.
they linger, linger.
should i feel sort of scared?

but we'll go it together,
through rain and through snow,
you'll be there beside me
and i won't let you go.
hello to a time full of troubles and regret,
i'm sure this one will be the best yet.

perhaps

byzantine rooftops and labyrinthine minds,
skating and floating on invisible ice,
it's not a place it's a state of mind,
the natural flow and the beautiful grind.
we're always looking for what we cannot find.