Honey, It's A Hive

On the other side of this lies outer space
It's clearer there in the open "air"
I'll hold my breath tight till my helmet is sealed
Nothing gets in through my new thick skin

I'm stargazing now
I trust that star with my wish, but
The star fell somehow
Simply could not assist
A paper cut-out,
I never used to be; no doubt
I'm better off now
Safe under lock and key

There's a deeper side to this small paper doll
It's color coded and half eroded
But if you dig, being careful not to tear
You just might find her old state of mind

Help

Racing, running
Can't stop the rhythm
My heart, my head
Can't turn it off
It's a jumble [like the carpet]
In a jungle of tiny threads
It's all mix-matched [like the tree leaves]
Mistaken poison ivy
This sand is far too heavy
Though I'll never let you know
I'm not treading water, no
I'm sinking [can't seem to crawl back out]
You'd think it'd be quick
Over and done with
Seeing as I fell in "quicksand"
Which doesn't make sense, in a practical sense,
Cuz I fell when you were holding my hand
Well, it's rather slow [as torture tends to go]
So please, have mercy
Shoot me now or pull me out
Don't just stand there
Staring me down

Funeral For A Friend (A Eulogy)

Smoke billows from a broken down car
Yet it's the emotions that ignite
Lost in the pit of a tranquil desire
Angry, oh the irony, ready to pick a fight

Unarmed, tied feet, no money left to run
I'll trade you my nothing for a piece of your gum
The sun's coming back out cuz things could be worse
This never would have happened if I'd only had a horse

I was more attached than I realized
To an object, my quite companion
It got me through some broken times
When the best cure left was just to drive

So many memories of the past left behind
A thought process through only that car I would find
The youngest years of my license, now a new song and verse
I'm ready to move onward, but that Ford was a good first

Tantrum

I don't like it cuz it's different
I don't want it; it's uncomfortable
I wanna cry because I'm scared
I wanna hit, but you're so lovable
Keep me safe inside your arms
Don't let go; just hold on tight
Please don't leave cuz when you do
I'll cry harder than I'd like
I'll scream and shout and throw a fit
And if I'm mean or moody now
It's only cuz I can't find
A better way to let it out
And be the person inside my mind
The one that's bright and optimistic
Not hiding from the world
Not living from a distance
The one that's strong and ever fearless
Not broken down and hurt
Or taking you for granite
Not blind to what you're worth
You told me that I'd see you again
But my life will change a lot
I can't believe that we must end
So abrupt; it's all my fault
I wish I knew that in your future
Is where I'd find mine too
I wish I had the strength to tell you
How I really feel about you

Is My Like Your Like Too?

If you like what I like and I like what you like
And we like a like that the other one likes
Then who's to leave liking as merely unknown
Don't save face - please make haste
Don't leave likes alone

You Are Not There When I Look

The wind blows my hair – a soft fragrance, the sparrows fly o'er yonder brook,
but as far as my eyes can see over this vast depressing sea,
you are not there when I look.
I wait for the dawn to portray this, an illusion I bring on myself,
but as far as my eyes can behold over this vast expanse of deceitful gold,
you are not what my heart felt.

To wonder is to know that there could be.
I wonder and still I'm not free.

My hope soars beyond these dark caverns, regardless of what some might think,
but as far as my eyes can conclude through the sting of such an alarming mood,
this ship is still destined to sink.
In troubled times I am without you, shoved aside when I needed you most,
but as far as my eyes can conceive it is you who has needed me,
I linger on the thought, so morose.

To see is to know that there's something.
That something was not meant to be.

The target this journey is want to pursue
old friendships, new lifetimes,
some stubborn, bold hearts...

To lose is to realize you had it.
I lost it, whatever I had.

Closure

Windy roads cross with no real direction
Clutter, debris left scattered on the dashboard
Lights that appear too bright to my tired gray eyes
This little green taurus is finally shifting gears
My rearview mirror is broken
I don't mind so much

Butterfly

That's what she tells me anyway
Suppose she would know best
Raisin' me n' all
Says I'm like a butterfly
I float whichever way I please
And flowers rise and fall
Though it's left to be seen
Which flower will bloom
And leave me struck in awe
Such that I won't fly away
Or rather, in result
Be left..
Immobilized to stay
'Cause in a world with many flowers
Each butterfly meets her match
One day

So maybe God's just saying,
"Be patient little girl.
Have you no faith in the one
who cares for you?
You have no idea
what lies in store
if you'll only
trust me."

Old Empty House

This old empty house that I once knew now laughs at me
I sit on my bed that I made up of air and feel lonely once more
Bare, bitter, white walls mock and challenge on cue
Familiar sharp twists take a fatal direction
You can't have me this time

He's helping me out of my old empty house
Holding my frame strong with his own secure build
I'd all but forgotten till I had to come home
But I won't let the rain fall down tonight
You can't have me this time


I'm leaving this old empty house

My Friend

Strong smells and steady hands
Auburn dye, on the fly
Flavored honey that tastes funny
Twangy sounds, out on the town
Old newspapers lying around
Software pop-ups, new tricks, pup
Another house, a friendship love

Comprehensible

If life were so simple,
we'd jump off a building
and plummet to our life continued
unscathed, unharmed, unconcerned with reality
and it would make sense to us.



If life were so simple,
we'd never speak a word
and people would never wonder
at what's going on in the other one's brain
and it would make sense to us.

If life were so simple,
we'd all agree, both you and me,
and no one would argue about who's right or who's wrong
as everyone thinks in their similar thoughts
and it would make sense to us.

If life were so simple,
we'd never have to worry
about consequences or coincidences, an action or reaction
and we'd do what we want: when, where, and however
and it would make sense to us.

If life were so simple,
we'd love everyone regardless
and feel what we feel to be familiar and real
with no cause for hate, or vengeance, or pride
and it would make sense to us.

If life were so simple,
it would make sense to us.

Cindy Lou

Curious Cindy Lou
Has invisible memories too
A notion - she can't quite recall
It happened, she knows
But that's all

Not as visual as she once supposed
Embedded in emotion, the bush for that rose
Distracted by the feeling she can't seem to expose

Cindy Lou looks down at her fingers
The sensation is bitter, but the thought...
She remembers

Curious Cindy Lou
Has new revelations too
The thorns - she knew that she shouldn't
Supposedly she did, or the blood
It just wouldn't

The rose smelled far too sweet to ignore
Undeniable curiosity, and a weakness for words
Jaded from the start for simply being her