charlton heston

so the world's a mess and what?
your fatalist views and futile nature can change it?
i'm calling bull and you're just washed up,
bitter that a world didn't heed your call.
well, you didn't call out loud enough.
you have the time, you can find the money,
you can do what you want,
but it's just -
what, too damn hard?

so everything you say will make me stronger
and i will bathe in your sighs
and refute your lies
until this goddamn world realizes that
well, yes we can.

but maybe you can't.

with the moon in your mouth

i think it's clear now that you are much older
in years and in mind,
and we will never be together
because the world is so large and you've seen so much,
and i must look so silly and god, so young.
i'm glad you let me make my choices,
stayed with me through blinking lights,
let me be so young and so stupid
without putting up a fight.
i think it's about respect,
but i have no clue where to find it.
it's just that you are so true,
and i am so young
and life is so very confused.

so i guess this means you're my hopeless muse

we'll dance along the parapets
and let our bodies fall into the night
and the moon will be our guide,
while the peasants below chant
"Merry, my friends,
the world is ending,
O! this is the end."

and we'll fly into the cirrus clouds
and tumble into sheets of white
and the sun will steal our lives,
while the cities below scream
"what, damned fiends,
the ice is melting,
we're drowning again!"

so the moon is our guide
and the sun steals our lives,
the clouds are a bed
and the castle our clothes

the cities are screaming
and the peasants all shout,
"come out, you liar,
come out."

i'll let it go to "next"

there was a boy,
and he was smiling,
but he did not know at what,
so he smiled for the world
and drowned in his own image.

there was another,
and he was smiling,
he was smiling for a reason,
because he had love in his vest
and air coursed through his lungs.

one day they met,
and there was a change,
and smiling gave way to chance,
and music played loud,
and one of them was convinced that the other was real.

rupture

i heard that you took yourself away,
and you thought it would be better,
far away and safely sleeping,
a clean white sheet for a revolutionary
to wrap around his body and cry to the gods...

and then i let my life slide so gently from my pocket,
so that i could tell myself that you were alive,
but the pale white light fell away,
and suddenly the world was falling into a chorus,
and it was only a moment in time
that saw it rent in two.

placeholder III

even if they don't love you, i do.

brick walls

my hair is shorter -
finally.
and my eyes are wider
once again.
my face is shorter but my thoughts are longer
and the world is turning faster and faster.
so if the days don't last
and the summer falls,
winter springs,
and the world stalls,
i'll live these days like they're my last -
fully,
funly,
frantically,
fast.