(2013)
Together now; again, at last Do you recall our halcyon years? Love and lust, The time spent skinless
Baby bird hatches from the sanctua… The world stretches before his eye… His mother, to let him learn how t… She smiles gently, but holds him f… “Now son” says momma, “the world’s…
Dumah’s wings have folded over; Black and white fade into grey. We struggle with indifference; We work to find the words to say. Weeds grow in grounds left long un…
The stars are out in full tonight, Their bright eyes looking down on… As we play our nervous games What do you think they see? Maybe they gain some wisdom
Bar smoke and cigarette Take form and whisper dreams; Echoes of faded memories Stitched by nostalgia’s golden sea… Dancers tap in wooden floors
Look! A rising star is born! Beautiful face, lovely smile, Happy and laughing, full of innoce… Let’s take them and teach them how… Let them learn to aspire, to want,…
Silence ever is nothing but When one recounts the imprints ear… Wide bodies of outspoken past Under bridges built and burned. Taken to the head and heart,
“You are my sunshine” is so cliche But fully appropriate anyway To describe how, when I’m feeling… Your smile shines upon my day It’s like a spell, how you erase
Can you believe it? We go to see the capitol. Such a ‘scape of fabricated hopes and dreams. Bar crawl along the boulevard,
Familiar scents of a coming storm; The grey and rain pass time away. In our solace do we drown For affectation of our moods. I wait and blink and think
Slip it in the boat, to creek; Push away the ground from under the nervous dance of feet. Could be drowning, could be relief… I feel the flow of current
He stays up late at night Pondering the black and white Can’t find the spot he’s filling What’s filling up won’t set him ri… Wishes he could see
Every glimpse drives me away; I don’t want to be afraid Of meeting that warming gaze, Laughing it off in promise that so… I’ll find the nerve to change;
It hurts me a lot At night, when you say The things you don’t mean They still sting anyway It’s coming from somewhere torment…
These are dark days indeed; That we can’t trust the nation For which we bleed To treat with due hesitation The laws which they all call justi…