counselor

your wings cast too much of a shadow.
i'd reach out to touch but you fly too high,
my pathetic attempts at flying have landed me
down here,
and so now i must be content to watch.

i guess i'll watch until my time comes due,
and the wind catches me just the right way,
but why do i have to take this every day
alone?
no, i'll never be alone so long as the earth is here.

just, lonely now and then.
i'll sing a song about myself
and people will shout and sing,
and even though your wings are longer,
i'll gladly wear your ring.

re-imbursed

there's a difference between homesick and home sick,
and i can never really tell which i'd rather be,
though sometimes the willows try and tell me
that there are aspects i'll never really see.

there's a wind beneath my troubles and my pain,
that i've never figured out how to hold,
though sometimes i can breath it underwater,
i'll never really know it 'til i'm old.

and somehow i'm fine with all these troubles,
if it means that i'll be better in the end,
for now adventures wait to happen,
for now the the rules are breaking if not bent.

earlier times

i wonder
sometimes,
if i've changed enough
for you,
or them,
or whoever is looking
back at me,
through the stars
and the moon
and the sun,
and
time,

and then i realize
that all i'll ever need is right here. no breaks, no quakes, no forced emotion. the pain is real but the joy is alive. the gain is real and the ploy is a lie. so let's lie here forever.

this throat of mine is cleansed

i'll laugh and dislodge
all the scum and gunk
that's crawled its way to the top,
i'll claw it out
and watch it shout,
no pity for this body.

only cleansing,
only health,
the rest is fine
but laughs are wealth
and i can't laugh
unless you get the hell away from me.

i don't want you in my life no more

he wrenches the door open
and your head snaps too,
this house is your coffin
elsinore is your womb,
else we four are a tomb.

your blood it smells sweet
to the carrion birds,
the boy knows this and waits,
his patience is great, though
relations are fate.

but the clock ticks incessant
and the little boy's bored,
his mother is eaten
time has taken his life,
rhymes have shaken this knife.

the weight of words (oh gods, what have i done?)

we're all waiting for affirmation,
redemption's there, we just need to find it,
and the earth is hurting while we scour the land,
searching for our crosses and standing hand in hand

keys are falling like rain on glass,
and the dukes are dancing with their pretty wives,
but redemption waits for those who'll find it,
we can't spend eternity crying.

and the smiles aren't always fake,
love is a reason and words have weight,
but the ships are beached and the cars have sunk,
redemption's a word,
and i'm trying to lift it.

no, i want you to lift weights

be my guy,
can't you see it's late?
the birds are singing,
but we're full of hate,
and we'd throttle friends just to put end
just to put end to the way we work

be my guy,
take me out to the woods,
get me high,
give me life,
and we'd smoke ourselves silly to forget out lives
to forget our lives and our stupid wives

be my guy,
challenge me to a fight,
swing a fist,
break my wrist,
pull me out of this life and into the night
and maybe i'd feel things if you'd be my guy.