End of the Conversation (In My Head)

“Almost forgot to mention,”
(anything that would make you stay)

“I’ll see you,”
(as soon as possible, please say sooner)

“Goodbye,”
(I love you.)

Whatever That Means

im scared of my own reflection
but i guess she’s good to me
whatever that means

i can talk words all day
but i cant speak
whatever that means

there’s a stain on my shoe
but at least it ain’t clean
whatever that means

i wasn’t alone last night
but i wasn’t drinkin free
whatever that means

i got a notebook full of flowers
and places we could eat
whatever that means

i quit smoking
so i could finally breathe
whatever that means

im not that far from leaving
she says she’ll miss me
whatever that means

I Was Wrong

I miss her company,
but that’s all it was
and all it will ever be.

The Only Rule

If  love ignores guilt
than hell is empty,
and if its not
then its full of sheep and lovers,

Over in the corner
where he cowers,
Satan is mumbling
something about Justice.

He’s the only one not talking
and the only one that won’t meet friends,
you cant win a fight with God,
just ask him.

“What justice!”
he cries hour after hour,
“where I am the sacrifice
to flex Heaven’s power,

Bound by no law
but supreme Justice,
do so many have to burn
to keep things righteous?”

When the balance is struck
the gates will close
and in hell we’ll burn
in heaven they’ll sing,

Oh! Heavenly Justice
that saved my soul,
forgave my sins
and ignored my guilt.

Storm and Punishment

The storm’s last words
are a rumbling retreat,
It’s flashing anger
burning where the earth and sky meet.

It’s only crime, paid in full
leaving behind, sodden soil.

Scars

I wouldn’t be interested in a woman without scars
scars are proof that life is worth living
and wounds will heal.
Scars are beauty meets toughness
and toughness is made of her soul,
scars can be read like a map
pointing to each characteristic of herself
leading the way to who she really is.
Read like a history book they can tell her story
without words they can speak
but I’m sure she’d rather tell me.

You Are the Tiger of My Dreams

In my dreams
waits a tiger,
so I sleep scared
when I sleep at all.

I hear twigs break
and clandestine footfalls
where maybe
there was nothing at all.

The Dying Tree

Just a mental projection
over a physical reality,
what it is to be
no one could ever tell me.
I am living and breathing
blood and flesh,
but I am something more
as well,
terminal, and yet endless.
Forever bound to a dying tree,
I am a leaf
longing for eternity.

In My Deep, Deep Heart

In my deep, deep heart
Somewhere down there is  a hole
It ne’er stays very full.

Seal the Deal

Try to seal the deal
this time, try to make it count.
Make a move. Try hard.