From the Haze

Call from the haze
Numb reflections in a daze



A face pressed against glass
Mouthing the words you’re dead



A dream or is this real
Quaking from the haze



Gophers playing in the wheels
A game of Russian roulette
Unaware suicide play
Rotting in the sun



Call from the haze
Numb reflections in the a daze



Her voice is on the other end
You can help me! please



Is this dream or is this real
Calm distain remains



Animals playing on the highway
Dancing between the wheels
A game of life or death flying by
What is left decays as vultures eat





Call from the haze
Numb reflections in a daze



A face pressed against glass
A voice on the other end



Calls from the past
Playing on the ground
Fun though it seems
As birds fly overhead



Voices from the haze
Numb reflections in a daze



A face pressed against glass
Feeling so cold at last

Ache

How much ache can one heart take?
Before it breaks leaving an empty shell
A shell never to be lived in
Shattered and numb
A place in a grey dream
Covered in cement
Incased in sand and stone
A sapling that can grow through walls
Branching and grasping for life in murkiness
Hope grasping for air
Like a fish on a floor of boat
Sun tanning in despair
Desperation is a wonder
Agony before each step
Never looking back
Some places are not worth the trip
How much ache can one heart take?
Before it breaks beyond repair
Ripping it out to reshape
Hoping that will complete the fix
How many times can a heart shatter?
Before it can be heard
A rumble from the past
Stepping pass the future

Fibbing about yesterdays

Fibbing about yesterdays

And feeling sad about tomorrows
The smell of honest a little sugary
As sincerity tans the skin
Saying it 32 when really meaning it 23
Saying it yesterday meaning it next Tuesday
Everything a test to see if they should know
Even rye with breakfast
Can’t take the oldness out of the new
Writing lyrics to sing with everything we do
A little country clique
Working on running away from yesterdays
A village girl starving on city chique

Lying about yesterdays
And crying about tomorrows
The smell of honesty bitter
As sincerity tans the skin
Without tan lines
A little country claque
Village chic turning city chique
Drinking rye at breakfast
Working to forget all those yesterdays
Saying it is 23 when really meaning it 32
Saying it is tomorrow meaning it was yesterday
Everything a test meaning I don’t care about you
Everything we all do lyrics to a country song


Lying about yesterdays
And feeling sad about tomorrows
Everything in between washed in gin and sorrow
Village chic turning city chique

Lying about yesterdays
And crying about tomorrows
Everything in between washed in gin and sorrow
Village chic turning city chique
As sincerity tans the skin
Without tan lines


Lying about yesterdays
And feeling sad about tomorrows
Everything in between washed in gin and sorrow
Village chic turning city chique

Mecca of confusion

Mecca of confusion

A thin place
Staring at runes
A scared space
Ugly respect
The goddess of rumors
Spinning her tails
Punishment reactionary

Fragrant a bitter aroma
Condescended sensation
Searching for a personal Mecca
In a cloud of numb anxiety
Staring at the runes of the past
A scared place in tinted glass
The goddess of rumors
Pending on you to acquiesce

In a Mecca of dreamy confusion
A thin place
Staring at runes
A scared space in the sand
Ugly respect
Tinted in a shadowy deceit
The goddess of rumors
Spinning all those tails
Reactionary silence
Glowing in tinted glass

Change

Change has to happen

Has to happen in the mind
Before the heart
Time cannot heal time
Lost on drama Ave
When everyone is hanging on
I don’t care boulevard
The sun disappears at night
Then the children of the moon come to fight
Change happens in the mind in spite
In spite of what is in one’s heart
Time can’t heal time
No matter what colour you dye your hair
Lost on drama Ave without a soul in sight
When everyone is playing on a boulevard
Playing on I don’t care boulevard
Like bugs to candle light
Time heals every thing
Except the look of hate
The look hate that is your fate
Sedate without debate
Change happens to everything
Even when your don’t want it to
Lost on a Ave without directions
Going to a place with calm illusions
Like a fly to candle light
Time heals everything
Except the time
I have been here with you

Asymmetrical Integrity

Gloating on the side lines
Deliberately mocking

The irony lost on you
Morally deluded

Game without hope
No one keeping score

Sitting in a downpour
No meaning to an ordinary sightline

Free admission the price to come later
Paying the ferryman in return

The cost burned in scar tissue
Etched in acid on a soul

Damaged goods at an outlet store
Perfection with flaws

Paradise takes the slightly flawed
Asymmetrical integrity

The silence

Affirmation and conformation
Deciphering beats

Are you pissed at me?
There is no need to be

Was that a tune on deaf ears?
A message left in a bottle

The text legible here and there
Everyone has problems

Even on a beach in paradise
Redemption applies some assume

Drenched in yesterdays
The Manipulation of quiet

Deciphering silence
Big dreams and hope remain

Scattered in ripped up pieces
Tossed about like ice cubes

Broken little stories
In a big distorted picture

A silent movie played in slow motion
Recycling emptiness

Irritating
silent subtleties