Tuesday, August 17, 2010

soliloquies in solitude

we cross the t's and dot the i's


but in seductive darkness we realize


there's something unsaid, something unforgiven


something dead amidst what we now live in


taking it's toll while bringing out the worst


soliloquies in solitude to which we are cursed


embracing the anthem of a foreign march to the tide


stumbled down into frigid waters as in you I died


a burden too heavy and a weight too strong


nightmares made political by such a meaningless song


fallen to the truest catalyst for a martyr's blame


empowered through poverty stripping me to no shame


gone, oh long gone yesterday, the twilight of an ember


the pacesetter for a tomorrow is what I try to remember

Touch my Hand Little Princess

Hold tight to the truth and speak upon the wind


So that I may awaken from the depths of hell I live in


Touch my hand little princess, give me the gift of your presence


So long I slept, spun along the skies by your essence


The keeper of life shows me a sign of heaven in your eyes


Every sacred moment you offer up to me a new surprise


Yesterday lost to madness I could not see beyond the night


But you were here with me, though I was blinded to sight


My beloved, my little lady who whispers a dream come true


Innocence cherished in the light I see in you


At an arms length I stay only to keep you safe from the horror show


You're the reason for any goodness that may be left for me to know


I love you baby girl, just learn one thing if you can from a broken man like me


that I'm the perfect example of who you don't want to be

fear relapse

there is a chill in the air

love left lonely somewhere

tonight the curtain calls

fear relapse as a tear falls

burdened insanity by repetitious results

nailed upon the cross by your insults

caressing pain of such a waste

try to swallow without the taste

staring at the darkness within

where the ending has to begin

loosened breath is where we die

can't face truth in another lie

perfected pain such a mystery

strengthens to write a new history

always another bend in the road

out there another heart turns cold

that is searching to finally see

the beautiful darkness in me