Rattlesnakes and Vanity

Footsteps on my soul

Rattlesnakes in my pocket

I am not that vain

When I see reflections

I see all those mistakes

She talks to angels

Even though she doesn’t have wings yet

Tiny slip of his hair

Tucked into that little silver locket

Hemorrhaging heart

More with every pump

Feeling the pain

Hidden behind that smile

I am not that vain

Like that song from so long ago

Remember from so long ago

Not yesterday old but years ago

Rattle snakes and vanity

Walking down empty hallways

Reflections in the shadows

Voices in the past

She talks to angels

Even the wings are years away

The locket empty

Laying in the shadows along the hallway

sounds of the moon

The sound of the moon is beautiful

Remember that time we danced

In the bed of that pickup truck

Moon light and fireflies the only light

Shadows setting the mood

Twinkling little stars in the darkness

Gone in a heart beat

A memory frozen in summer time

So vivid it could be yesterday

Two stepping under the moon

In the glow of fireflies

Country music lingers on air

Smelling like summer

A memory that brings warmth

Frozen in yesterday

The wind is cold now

Windows crystal snowflakes

Snow and howling wind

Memories the only warmth

In this cabin at the edge of the world

Fire burns in the hearth

Crackling and cooking an Irish stew

A moonlight sonata floats in the air

Dried Paint

The paint swirls
Colors mixing 
Only stopping 
when it's just right
Layer on layer 
Slowly an image appears 
A memory from so long ago
Words swirl in the mist
Having meaning only when they want too
I miss you more today
More then yesterday 
The image so guttural 
With an intense stare
Looking clean through your soul
The paint gets thicker
And some how smoother
With the passage of time
I miss you more yesterday 
Then the day before
Paint has dried 
An image telling a story
Whispering through the years 
A memory you can't take away
Hanging on a wall
The damage so evident 

Authenticating

Authenticating what is

Recognizing love to make sure it is real

Hidden between no doubt and what ever

Alternate fiction just a drama being play out

Emblematic representation of perfection

Just a straightforward girl who meets an undemanding boy

A simple relationship tossed in complicated

Recreating reality with a flashmob

The blow back beating the drum

Sounding like screams in the rain

It is fun but it hurts

Authenticating the love

Confirming that it is genuine

Making it feel valid

Before the mob can change the real

Giving Juliet a make over

Faking the appeal

Sliding real between no doubt and what ever

Sophisticated manifestation  imaginary fiction

Fog

Crisp air tainted white

Hanging over the morning

The past obscure

The future obstructed

Bitchy Angels scream at the sun

Pinching the clouds with thunder

Wondering where yesterday has gone

Lamenting about everything

A fog ascends

Erasing reality

Washing the future and the past away

Bitchy angels descend

She says in that smoothing voice

She is perfect for you

The timing wasn't right

She was you years ago

The angel tilts her head slightly

Fading as the fog burns away

Memories lingers

The future is bright yet tainted

Hate

Whispers

Don't think I would live this long

Patience to pay old debts

Pardons is not redemption

For the pain I have caused

To all the people I have hurt

Intentions not an excuse

It's hard to believe

It's hard to let go and breath

Only thing with a heart beat

Are the shadows on the wall

Every ballad written in regret

Feel all the hate inside

Feel no pain