Home Is Near

The smell, that musky linen haze rushing through my nostrils searing my hearts desire, pulling at nostalgia's ever presence. The city burns at the sight, the touch blisters hands too eager rushing along its glass empire with the feet pitter-patter scaling the caverned walls. 1000miles wedged between, a heart still knows home as it calls for a visit in the
halls of these lungs.

The Sunflower Cafe

The 60 blocks I walked in haste, carrying my bag, guitar and suitcase. My shoulders numb screaming for calm, but my heart just pushed and dragged me along. The building stood out, not for difference in brick or for change in facade, but your love spoke to me, told me where I should stop.   Frozen I stood just feeling the sting, the moment had come but would never again. All those times looking down from a false cameras lens but now here I would stand to breathe it all in. That time we got lost as we looked for a Starbucks, our trip to the museum wishing we could stay for hours, held hands and made our way to the bar with the fireplace, dressed up sexy getting all those looks from strangers who just made us crazy. The loving way you helped those people, the deaf you had the patience for, when all the city in upheaval you could hear the quietest roar. We made love for hours and hours the second we came in the door even-though we'd just made love all the days and days before. The gift of glances, and silly dances burnt in our memories pining for more, the attention to detail as we brushed our skin just fueling the passion we felt within. I don't remember night or shade just the smiles I saw each day, as we wondered the city of rubble and haze. I would spend a whole lifetime like this week if I knew, that we'd just be content the city me and you. No one could change my heart or black out those days, and no-one can ever make me forget, our beautiful visits to the Sunflower Cafe. 

Shutter Me

Shutter me.
On the verge of throwing yourself into a cavern,
As if you weren't in one already that is,
You take the time to think it through
But it only prolongs the inevitable ending boiling inside you,

Warming sickness and crisp nausea tingling inside the belly of the beast,
No words needed for coping a non-existent tragedy,
But you run frightened holding your pieces in a bag marked insecurities,

It's called a life, live it well for you own it in entirety.

Why We, Weight

Nothing faint, nothing close,
Scouring every inch to find the same,
Just lost Dreary, burdened souls,
But the bellow stoked the fire again,

Hot blood from the furnace,
A raging force it flows, met to cool and steam,
Just swimming, swirling, lost in you,
Tingling sensation, dripping wet the taste of sweet fruit,
Clenching and tossing,
Squirm and scream, all at once,
Muddied Earth and Water, all its own being,

Steamy, clouded foggy mist,
The hott and the cool, an unshapen vacillating force,
Wavering, yet both taint from the bond,
Thrown from all sense of predetermined course,

But the bellow stokes...
Breathes life and love,
No sense or order, nor reason or cause,
Still, the fire refines the blend, forging a heavy footing,
New creation, no diamond's worth could rival,
Or possession any man has had,
But purer still, what awaits our devotion,
When the good out weighs the bad

Master Of Belief

Free flowing delusions casting the net, 

Swallowing whole the essence of future comings,

Truths are truths for they have been seen,

But I make my truths as Master of Belief;

Spilled blood coats the throat,

Each whisper a kill,

All know who have loved me,

I've swallowed my fill;

The fuel to the fire inside my own, 

Surely it shines as golden glowing embers,

But truly it burns through me without remorse,

Sinking in fire too well fueled;

Crawl to her side,

Blood scorched and withered,

Strive to cleanse and purify,

But shrivel in ash;

Born anew in that moment, 

That moment of peace,

All was quite

All was found

All else ceased

Free now the sea,

I've heard it's roar,

No more stone or branch or earth shall yield it,

Dampening now as never before

I lay down my rod and lay down my net,

I lay down my words and lay down my shield,

You've asked them put down I dare not wait,

Open to death in the cruelest of fashions,

But born again for this moment,

As Master of Belief this is my fate.

 

When We Ride The Skyline

Cast me into a world of wondrous themes,

Forgetting all that lay before,

Caring not the worries of tomorrow,

For today We ride the skyline

You're Native To My Heart