Down on the lo fi, wake in the high life

Take my hand
One step forward
I’ll hold the line
Not going back
To that before fore time
We’ll fight this together
We’ll forge a new ‘line
Just one step forward
Riding the decline
Take you to my house
Strip it to the bone
We’ll build it together
Make this place a home
You’re my forever
My place in the sun
Just take this step forward
I promise
We’ve just begun

Softly, as I float

Feeling like we’re missing out
That time is just advancing
Each day blurring into the next
Eyes so tired they shake
Screaming no!
No this is not my life
Trying to escape
From what we can’t quite say
Just that relentless ticking away
Almost time for the new year
Almost whats next
Almost
The lie of each generation
That tomorrow is any different than
Today
Yesterday
Last week
Waiting for that paycheck
To pay one more bill
Buy one more thing
Maybe this time
It’ll bring something
Anything
Nothing
Just another spin
A chance to go broke
One foot in the street
Telling yourself
Tomorrow will be better
Tomorrows just fine
The long silence knows better
We’re not fine
But we’ll pretend
Until the smoke inhalation
Overwhelms us
In this trashfire
They’ve told us
Was the life we dreamed of
Keep striving
Against your own interests
Because tomorrow you might be the anointed
The rich
The powerful
False promises and another person
Another life
Seen through a window
Darkly

Where are the songs about the courage to keep existing despite(instead of the one’s promising a better)

Some of us never make it out of the storm
Never get to the other side
To the promise of sunshine
To the promise of better days
It’s no failing
To be stuck in the storm
To see the endless expanse
To be stuck
Screaming into the howling wind
Some of us
Never make it out of the storm
Stop promising us a world we’ll never know

A coloring book is not connect the dots

It’s hard to think beyond the next step
The next sleep
The next day
I’ve somehow lost those moments of space
Those silent minutes which roared and shook so loudly
Only time to spare a small smile at the croak of bird
To fawn all over a cat
Or wave like a maniac to a dog in the window
All just gestures of echoed love
Reflecting back to you

Bent willow by the rushing water

Days spent in the quiet ache of waiting
Pressed lip consonants and soft wet vowels
Dull repetition needed to bring us together
The possible made real by the simple choice
Again and again
Of you

The days ticking by which promise some future yes
Lost in the drift
Of seconds ripping
On razor wings
Each moment an agonize
In which the only balm is the thought of you

Though through the haze of fogged up desire
Still
Quietly I bleed
Patters against the tile
Curling steam in a chill air

How dangerous the need
To have you by my side
I feel myself rushing to you
And wish
I could see you
Rushing to me

Last dance of the bee in the chilling autumn

Words slip out promising blood and lust
Naked lies wander into mouths
Taking residence in sleep murmured dry tongue dreams
Eyes dry heavy ponderous
Eyelids closing against bags packed for undetermined future
The only certainty is that I’ll be there to second guess each maneuver
So sure in the daylight on the road to another me
Until days wind down
One mask slips while another rises and whose to say which if any is real
Or is it only in transition where no expectation pulls that I am free to explore a self grown tired of racing from one hope to the next
Blurring time
Lost years
Reclamation tastes bitter when you find that what could be has passed by
And only what is remains

The ache of feet masks the pain of desire

Words fail and falter
When alls said and done
Silence stretches out
Unwanted attenuation
Devour more and more
Each step towards home
Narrows the possible futures
Collapsed waveform
Looking for that one more moment
One more perfection
One more leap made
From the nebulous possible
To the simple completeness
Tired mind
Sifting through
One more word
Framework for a future?

Drowning drip by drip

Dreams bring no rest
Only mysteries
Dystopian
Running in place
Lost a still yearning
Broken piece jigsaw
Death and lies until all jumbled
Breakdown
Lasts words turn to wet sand
Dribble out of mouth
Painful lost hope living
Rejected solutions
Yes’s and no’s
Plans for the future
Waiting for that rejection
That always comes
Faith broken
Steel plate fallen away
What’s a real relationship anyway

Hopping bird takes wing

Lyrics yet to be sung struggle out
Yearning to quiver and shake
Swallowing back syllables
No voice loud enough to be heard
Stifled
Fighting for breathe
Pleading eyes
Begging to be known
That distant air
Promises made
Always one more to keep
One more to make whole
Distant thunder
Storm blessed
Sky drawn
Woken anew and shift gold
Breaks broken
Arrows flown true
Time for us
One more turn on the wheel